East Blue, on an unnamed deserted island.
Erik, his clothes in tatters and his body covered in cuts of varying depths, was nearly a man made of blood as he staggered to his knees.
He stared fixedly at the tall figure before him, his eyes full of despair, fury, and confusion.
That figure was no longer entirely human. He stood over three meters tall, with red skin, a long powerful neck, vicious teeth, and a thick, strong tail trailing behind him.
Artificial Devil Fruit: Zoan, Dragon-Dragon Fruit, Ancient Zoan, Brontosaurus Hybrid Form.
"W-why..." Erik forced out, blood continuously spilling from the corner of his mouth.
"I have no grudge against you... Why... must you kill me..."
Kaku looked down at Erik with cold, vertical pupils. His voice was low and utterly flat.
"No comment."
"Damn it..." A final madness flashed through Erik's eyes. He knew begging was useless, and he struggled to raise both hands.
"Since you won't let me go... I won't make it easy for you either!!"
Using the last of his strength, he wildly swung both hands, leaving countless afterimages. He activated the power of the Sickle-Sickle Fruit, highly compressing the air his hands passed through into incomparably sharp wind blades. Countless wind blades spun and gathered at high speed, ultimately forming a massive tornado brimming with destructive force as it howled toward Kaku!
"Sickle Tornado!"
Kaku's gaze remained calm in the face of this dying strike. First, he drove his limbs deep into the ground like nails, steadying his stance. Then, he swiftly coated and hardened his extremely long neck with Armament Haki.
Next, he made an exceedingly bizarre movement—he compressed his long neck with all his strength, storing power like a spring, before fiercely thrusting it out like a spear.
At the same time, his