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. His eyes narrowed slightly as he chewed, his gaze shifting to the other side of the room.

"How was your fight with Snake? Did it help you? How strong did you think he was?"

Experts in kicking techniques were few and far between on the seas. Though Dawn was proficient in many forms of combat, he was particularly poor at leg techniques.

He had considered asking Shakky and Granny Nyon to guide Hancock, but the moment he brought it up, they refused on the grounds that it was "too troublesome" and that they were "too old and too lazy to move."

Shanks taking the initiative to arrange for Snake to fight was exactly what Dawn wanted.

Hancock sat sideways on the long sofa, her long legs crossed. She set down her teacup, pursed her lips, and answered after a moment's thought.

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

A satisfied look appeared on Dawn's face. The Red Hair Pirates were famed as an iron-walled pirate crew. Their officers were evenly matched, with no obvious weak links.

Though Snake's reputation and strength fell short of Benn Beckman, Lucky Roux, and the others, he was still a capable fighter who had made a name for himself in the New World. Hancock claiming confidence in defeating him meant that she was now at least at the level of the Flying Six—and likely among the