Chapter 46: The Last O'hara
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Noir looked at Okama Mr. 2 and his mind filled with information about him (or her).
What intrigued Noir the most about this person was his Devil Fruit ability.
The Clone-Clone Fruit user could imitate anyone he touched, down to their exact physical appearance.
Oh... that ability.
Noir's mind immediately conjured up many not-so-innocent uses for it.
He could copy this ability, which would be immensely helpful in hiding his identity in the future.
As for Nico Robin, Noir felt a great deal of sympathy and affection for her.
The last survivor of Ohara, she had a tragic childhood and wandered alone in the dark to survive.
Because of her identity, Robin's survival strategy had always been betrayal.
It wasn't until she met the Straw Hat crew that her life began to see light again.
Robin noticed Noir staring at her intently and instinctively lowered the brim of her cowboy hat, hiding half her face in the shadows.
Mr. 2, frustrated that Noir was ignoring him, spun around in a rage, "Hey, kid! Don't ignore me!"
"Take this! Okama Rush!"
He began a flamboyant ballet dance, using his powerful jumps to charge Noir.
Mr. 2 kicked at Noir's throat.
Noir didn't move, just stood there with a teasing look in his eyes.
As expected, Mr. 2's deadly kick went right through Noir's throat, leaving a hole filled with flames.
"Oh! My leg hurts!"
Mr. 2 pulled his singed leg back and began to scream.
Noir's body quickly repaired itself with flames, and he clicked his tongue, "Is that it? I thought you were tougher."
"You little brat!"
Mr. 2 roared in impotent rage, while Robin's beautiful eyes showed a hint of surprise.
A Logia-type Devil Fruit user, just like Crocodile.
Looking at Noir's flaming body, Robin quickly assessed the situation.
No wonder he could defeat Mr. 5. With such an ability, even Mr. 2 wouldn't stand a chance.
Mr. 2 continued to attack Noir relentlessly, but Robin quickly stopped his self-destructive behavior.
She looked up at the tall figure of Noir and said in a sultry voice, "Hello, Mr. Noir."
"I am the Vice President of Baroque Works. You may call me Miss All Sunday, and this is Mr. 2."
"May we invite you to join us?"
"Our boss would like to meet you."
Noir raised an eyebrow, "What? Aren't you testing me?"
Robin maintained her polite smile and explained, "As a Logia Devil Fruit user, I doubt that anyone in our company can surpass you except our boss."
It was known that Logia-type Devil Fruits were extremely powerful.
Just by eating a Logia Devil Fruit, even the weakest one, a person could gain the power to dominate the first half of the Grand Line.
The ability to become immaterial alone was enough to render anyone without Haki almost helpless.
Of course, there were exceptions like Luffy, with his plot armor and extraordinary luck.
Satisfied with Robin's explanation, Noir asked, "Where are you taking me?"
Robin smiled slightly, "Alabasta."
Great!
Noir was secretly pleased; he had found his guide.
Not showing his excitement, he calmly said, "Then let's go."
Mr. 2, unable to show off his skills, was very unhappy but reluctantly led the way.
Noir was taken to Mr. 2's pink swan ship.
His own ship was towed behind, brought along by some of his subordinates.
Finally, they left Whiskey Peak, where he had been staying for a few days.
On the ship, Mr. 2 sulked and ignored Noir like a sulking child.
But his mood changed quickly after he ate a meal Noir had cooked.
No food diplomacy could solve this, and if it could, ten bowls could.
Mr. 2, who had just tasted Noir's cooking, was immediately convinced and couldn't stop praising the food.
Noir finally broke away from the crowd in the ship's dining room.
He walked up to the deck and immediately saw Robin sitting and reading a book.
She held the book with both hands, and the usually harsh sunlight now felt like a gentle spirit, gently illuminating her face as if even the sun didn't want to disturb her.
Robin's face was full of curiosity for knowledge, and the air seemed to tiptoe around her, leaving only the soft rustle of the pages turning.
Noir didn't speak, just enjoyed the sight of Robin reading.
He had to admit, a beautiful woman was always a sight to behold, no matter what she was doing.
"Mr. Noir, do you find my reading pleasing to watch?"
Robin didn't look up from her book, but asked quietly.
Noir smiled, looked away, and replied thick-skinned, "Yes, of course."
"Nico Robin, I know who you are."
Robin's hand shook slightly and she asked without showing much emotion, "What does Mr. Noir know?"
Noir sat across from Robin, resting his chin on the table as he looked up at her and smiled, "The last historian, the survivor of Ohara."
Robin finally looked up at Noir, her eyes reflecting an ambiguous light.
Noir met her gaze confidently and said softly, "You're not here just to avoid being hunted, are you?"
"Could it be that you're following Crocodile because of the poneglyphs?"
"Like... the one about Pluton?"
Before he could finish, Robin jumped out of her chair, crossed her arms over her chest, and instinctively used her power.
Arms sprouted from Noir's shoulders, attempting to lock his head in a joint lock.
Noir's head was instantly crushed, turning into embers that floated in the air.
The burning sensation reached Robin's hands, causing her impulsive emotions to subside a bit.
The flames reformed and Noir's face reappeared, smiling mischievously.
Robin glared at the man, who still had an unbearable smile on his face, and asked, "How do you know my boss is Warlord Crocodile?"
"How do you know I'm looking for the Poneglyphs?"
"And who exactly are you?"
Noir, unfazed by Robin's attack, laughed, "You have a strong curiosity. It's not a bad thing for most people, but for you, it's not a good thing at all."
Robin stared at Noir intently.
She felt that this man seemed to know a lot about her past.
Even about her dream - the pursuit of historical texts.
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