Half a month later.
Rusukaina Island.
Dawn was sparring with Hancock in hand-to-hand combat. He had spent most of his time on this over the past few days, using it to improve the quality of his Armament Haki. Even if the results were not particularly impressive, it was still a little faster than gradual grinding.
For now, Hancock was the best Armament Haki sparring partner he could find. Although Toritoma possessed the strongest Armament Haki among the Kuja at present, there was no need for him to seek out someone who was about to die as a sparring partner.
Toritoma's lovesickness had reached an extremely severe stage. Her remaining lifespan could only be counted in days.
Hancock's long right leg lashed out like a whip, Armament Haki flowing over it as it struck straight for Dawn's neck.
Dawn raised his hand. Armament Haki flowed over his broad palm as well, precisely blocking the blow.
The two bursts of Haki collided with a muffled boom. A shockwave spread outward, sending fallen leaves flying.
"Come to think of it,"
Dawn grabbed Hancock's ankle as he spoke and used the momentum to fling her into the air.
"Do you know who Toritoma's lovesickness is for?"
He was very curious about that question, but he was too embarrassed to ask Toritoma directly. After all, it was personal privacy. He remembered that in his previous life, some netizens had guessed it was Dragon, while others thought it was Kaido.
Hancock nimbly flipped through the air and landed steadily.
"I don't know either. I only vaguely heard... that he was an extraordinary man. Lady Toritoma didn't want to affect his career, so she chose to bear this longing alone."
As she spoke, Hancock suddenly thought of something. Her expression changed, and her gaze became dangerous.
"Wait...