Kid, Give Up on Becoming a Pirate

Inside the Castle-Castle Fruit's space.

Dawn sat in a high-backed chair, picked up a piece of roasted meat from the table, and swallowed the whole thing in one bite.

As he chewed, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze shifted toward the other side of the room.

"How was your fight with Snake? Did it help you? What do you think of his strength?"

There were few masters of kicking techniques on the seas. Though Dawn himself was proficient in many combat styles, kicking was precisely what he was not good at.

He had once considered asking Shakky and Gloriosa to guide Hancock, but the moment he brought it up, they refused, citing "too troublesome" and "too old to move."

Shanks had taken the initiative to arrange for Snake to fight, which suited Dawn perfectly.

Hancock sat sideways on a long sofa, her slender legs crossed. She set down her teacup, pursed her lips, and answered after a brief moment of thought.

"That man who plays with juggling balls did give me some ideas. The rhythm of his kicking is quite unusual. There is a unique cadence in the way it alternates between fast and slow. As for his strength... I feel that if I went all out, defeating him would not be difficult."

A satisfied look appeared on Dawn's face. The Red-Haired Pirates were famous for being an iron-walled pirate crew, with evenly matched officers and no obvious weaknesses.

Although Snake's reputation and strength fell short of Beckman, Lucky Roux, and the others, he was still a skilled fighter who had made a name for himself in the New World.

Hancock claiming she was confident of defeating him meant that she was now at least at the level of the Flying Six, and likely among the stronger ones.

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