"I'll keep that in mind."
As Etalgar slowly rose to his feet, he heard Mobius's words, grabbed his chin, and gave it a hard twist, snapping his dislocated jaw back into place. Then he nodded earnestly in reply.
The lesson he had just learned had left a deep impression.
If Mobius had truly attacked him, and if Loki had not held back, death would have awaited him.
Once Mobius bound him with black tendons coated in Armament Haki, he would have had no way to break free.
And if Loki's staff had struck his head at full force, he would have lost half his life even if he survived.
The protection offered by Armament Haki was not absolute.
It could only reduce the damage.
Force could still be transmitted, and his body would ultimately have to bear part of it.
Besides, Loki surpassed him in both strength and Armament Haki.
His head was also a vulnerable part of his body.
As Etalgar looked at Mobius and Loki, his heart was filled with respect.
They were both his older brothers and his teachers.
Although his body still ached a little, it was nothing to him.
Over the years, he had endured pain like this more times than he could count.
With his tremendous potential, a night's sleep was all he needed for his body to more or less recover.
Five years had passed in the blink of an eye. Only after going to sea with Mobius had Etalgar realized how vast the world was.
Everything was so new and fascinating.
During the Ten Thousand Serpents' Voyage of the Four Seas, he had seen islands and kingdoms with all kinds of customs and cultures.
He had witnessed all sorts of ocean wonders he had never even heard of.
Etalgar was especially grateful