The man in Tritoma's heart

Half a month later.

Rusukaina.

Dawn was sparring with Hancock in hand-to-hand combat. He had spent most of the past few days doing this to improve the quality of his Armament Haki. The results were hardly impressive, but it was still a little faster than slowly grinding away on his own.

For now, Hancock was the best sparring partner he could find in terms of Armament Haki. Although Tritoma currently had the strongest Armament Haki in the Kuja, there was no reason to drag a dying woman into training with him.

Tritoma's lovesickness had already reached a critical stage. Her remaining lifespan could only be measured in days.

Hancock's long right leg lashed out like a whip, flowing with Armament Haki as it swept toward Dawn's neck.

Dawn raised a hand, his broad palm likewise coated in flowing Armament Haki, and precisely blocked the strike.

The two forces of Haki collided with a dull boom. A shock wave spread outward, sending fallen leaves swirling.

"Speaking of which,"

Dawn caught Hancock's ankle and used her momentum to fling her into the air.

"Who exactly is Tritoma lovesick over? Do you know?"

He was deeply curious, but he felt awkward asking Tritoma herself. It was a private matter, after all. He remembered people online in his previous life speculating that the man was Dragon, while others guessed Kaido.

Hancock flipped nimbly through the air and landed steadily on her feet.

"I don't know either. I've only heard vague rumors... that he's an extraordinary man. Lady Tritoma didn't want to interfere with his life's work, so she chose to bear her longing alone."

As she spoke, something suddenly occurred to Hancock. Her expression changed, and her gaze turned dangerous.

"Wait... why are you suddenly asking about this? Don't tell me... absolutely not! She's