Zoan Devil Fruit users healed fast. After just a few minutes, Vice Admiral Dalmatian could barely open his eyes again. The skin around them was still red and swollen, though, and he couldn't see much clearly.
Sitting on a tree trunk, he pressed a block of Ice Loa had made against his eyes and glanced uneasily at the long blade.
Who knew why, but after blinding him once, the blade had returned to its original appearance. That "dazzling" radiance was nowhere to be seen!
Still, its unusual design amazed Vice Admiral Dalmatian. He was a seasoned veteran who had seen plenty, but he had never heard of a weapon this absurdly long.
Even compared with Hawkeye Mihawk's Black Blade Yoru, reputed to be the World's Strongest, its length was staggering.
An ordinary Swordsman would be lucky not to trip over it, never mind cut anyone down.
Finding a usable weapon while treasure hunting should have been cause for celebration for people as strong as them. Once everyday concerns like food and household expenses ceased to matter, dreams and the pursuit of strength became their constant preoccupations.
And when it came to growing stronger, a good weapon was undoubtedly crucial!
But!
Something seemed to occur to Vice Admiral Dalmatian, and he said ruefully, "If you take that blade out, I doubt you'll need it to cut anyone."
"Right, I know. It should be easier to thrust with this thing than to slash." Loa answered without looking up.
"No, I mean..." Dalmatian glanced at the long blade through his swollen eyes and sighed. "Just pulling it out will probably blind your enemies! Why the hell would you need to cut them? You could rush in and chop them to mince!"
He knew the agony of suddenly losing his sight while his eyes