I the King of bandits of the East Sea

"Kuro, you go up and give it a try."

When Sig mentioned his name, Kuro's first reaction was to lower his head slightly and offer a gentle smile.

But as Sig finished speaking, Kuro's expression turned to one of confusion.

Kuro didn't quite understand.

"Do I need to explain further?"

Sig pointed at the two bounty hunters who were still dancing the Chopstick Dance.

"They're having a lot of fun. You should join in."

Sig said calmly.

These words made Kuro's face twitch, and his glasses tilted slightly.

Who was he, Kuro?

One of the most notorious and powerful pirates in the East Blue, a man who had taken countless lives, a figure of great renown.

And now, Sig wanted him to imitate those two clowns and dance some kind of Chopstick Dance?

Kuro's forehead began to sweat as he stood in the shadowy corner, silent for a moment.

In the crowd, the bald man watched Kuro with a smile in his eyes.

He clenched his fist in a gesture of encouragement and began to chant:

"Ku---ro! Ku---ro..."

At this point, the other mountain bandits also caught on, suppressing their laughter as they joined in:

"Ku---ro! Ku---ro..."

The bald man's usual training routine included daily chants, and the voices of the one to two hundred people quickly synchronized, growing louder and more unified.

"Kuro! Kuro!"

Kuro's forehead was now drenched in sweat.

He could feel Sig's gaze on him.

He could ignore the other mountain bandits' teasing, but Sig's seemingly calm gaze... always made his hands ache faintly.

Kuro's eyes gradually hardened.

Who was he, Kuro?

A mere Chopstick Dance couldn't possibly shake his resolve!

With determination, Kuro picked up a pair of chopsticks and walked over to Johnny and Yosaku.

He took a deep breath...

His hand holding the chopsticks trembled slightly.

Indeed... this was still too much...

Johnny and Yosaku, ever the friendly duo, patted Kuro on the shoulder.

"It's okay. Everyone has a first time."

"You'll get used to it eventually. Just stay calm."

"Go for it! Newbie."

Johnny and Yosaku's faces were flushed, clearly a bit drunk.

The two bounty hunters comforted Kuro while giving him the most prominent spot in the center, offering him an encouraging look.

Kuro lowered his head slightly, smiling as he agreed, and finally inserted the chopsticks into his own nostrils...

A subtle glint of killing intent flashed in his eyes.

"These two brats... they're dead..."

And at that moment.

"Yes! That's the look!"

Sig, who had been quietly watching, suddenly spoke up.

This abrupt shout startled Kuro.

Had his killing intent been noticed?

But then he heard Sig continue:

"That sharp look in your eyes—keep it up, lift your head."

Kuro was puzzled but didn't dare disobey. He raised his head slightly.

As laughter erupted around him, Sig still seemed somewhat unsatisfied.

"The look is there, but it feels like something's missing..."

After pondering for a moment, Sig finally had an epiphany.

"Kuro, put on your cat claws and add a menacing glasses-pushing motion."

Kuro was momentarily stunned but then understood.

Amidst the overwhelming laughter, he silently put on his cat claws and, following Sig's instructions, raised his head and pushed his glasses up with the heel of his hand.

The sharp blades of the cat claws gleamed coldly, and his eyes were sharp, exuding a murderous aura.

The light from the bonfire illuminated Kuro's face. His usually cold and stern expression was now distorted into a trapezoid shape by the chopsticks in his nostrils, stretching his face sideways.

The crowd burst into laughter again, and even Crocus, sitting beside Sig, couldn't hold back his laughter, his beard trembling.

Twin Capes was actually quite desolate, a small patch of flat land at the base of the steep cliffs of the Red Line. There wasn't even a blade of grass to be seen.

Crocus had spent decades at Twin Capes and had seen countless pirates.

But most pirates, upon entering the Grand Line, would rush straight into it, too excited to chat with an old man like him.

Let alone hold a banquet in this barren place.

This lively banquet was something Crocus, who had been guarding Twin Capes alone for years, hadn't experienced in a long time.

However, what Crocus didn't know was that this banquet was just the beginning.

Sig's gaze continued to roam through the crowd.

He was searching for his next victim.

"Morgan, you seem to be enjoying yourself. You're up next..."

Sig spoke again.

"Morgan! Morgan! Morgan!" The other mountain bandits joined in the chant.

The scene repeated itself, but this time, it was Morgan who had chopsticks stuck in his nostrils.

"Two story characters already. This mission doesn't seem too difficult..."

Sig thought to himself, then turned his gaze to the shark Fishman in the crowd.

"Arlong..."

Sig's voice was like the whisper of a devil.

Arlong trembled all over and stood up.

His tall, menacing figure and fierce appearance contrasted with the uncertainty in his eyes.

"I'm a powerful Fishman. I won't do something like this..."

Before he could finish, Arlong bolted toward the shore, diving into the sea and not resurfacing.

"Can't take a joke?"

Sig chuckled, feeling a bit drunk.

Then... he turned his gaze to the next figure.

"Stussy."

This name caused the previously boisterous mountain bandits to suddenly fall silent, their expressions turning strange.

Their eyes fell on the beautiful figure sitting by the bonfire.

Stussy was no longer dressed as the cleaning lady. She now wore an orange dress that accentuated her curves, her delicate features glowing under the firelight, drawing everyone's attention wherever she went.

At this moment, Stussy, who had been covering her mouth with a light laugh, suddenly froze.

Her sapphire-like eyes, which had been sparkling, now seemed to lose their luster, dimming entirely.

The atmosphere turned awkward.

Sig, realizing his mistake, straightened up and put on a more serious expression.

He really was drunk... Why had he thought it was a good idea to provoke Stussy like this?

This wasn't like his usual probing. If things escalated, Sig didn't have a good way to deal with Stussy at the moment.

As regret began to set in, a burly mountain bandit stepped forward.

"Boss, let's spare Miss Stussy. I'll do it! I'm known as the Prince of Chopstick Nostrils!"

The burly bandit didn't hesitate, immediately sticking chopsticks into his own nostrils...

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