Looking at the people lying on the ground and the houses destroyed by the battle's aftershocks, Robin couldn't yet understand Cyrus's words.
Although she had been through a lot, Robin's understanding of this world was still insufficient.
But Cyrus knew very well that the people of this world, more or less, all had a strange sort of magnanimity.
It was just that Cyrus himself couldn't quite understand it yet, and even if he wanted to try and fit in, he wouldn't know where to start.
Perhaps he just hadn't met the right person to bring it out of him.
Cyrus glanced at Boo under his foot, then lifted his foot and said to Robin.
"I'll probably be fighting Chinjao later. Be careful and don't get caught in the crossfire."
"I'm very capable, you know. Don't underestimate me!" Robin immediately replied.
Had she become a little more familiar with Cyrus, and a little less cautious?
"Mmm, I know you're very capable. That's why you have to be good and listen!"
Hearing this, Robin looked at the young man who was younger than her, and then nodded.
"I know. I'll be careful!"
"Then let's wait here. And tell me about the Flower Country."
Cyrus beckoned with his hand, then walked over to a shopfront and sat on a bench placed outside.
"What do you want to know? Although I've been here before while I was on the run, I didn't stay for long. Most of what I know comes from books and newspapers," Robin asked, walking over to Cyrus's side.
"For example, the situation in the Flower Country. I remember the Flower Country seems to be a Pirate nation, right?" Cyrus looked up at Robin. From this angle, he could just see the face hidden under her hood.
"Yes and no!"
Robin thought for a moment, then compiled the information and explained it to Cyrus.
"The Flower Country has existed for a very long time, and so has the Eight Treasure Navy, for at least several hundred years. The Eight Treasure Navy is sort of half-Pirate, half-guardian force for the Flower Country. That's roughly the situation."
"So, this country also lives by plunder?" Cyrus nodded slightly.
"Not exactly. Although they do go out to plunder occasionally, it's actually a way for the Flower Country to deter other Pirates. After all, the Flower Country is a member nation of the World Government."
As Robin spoke, she recalled something about the Eight Treasure Navy and hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"It's said that the Eight Treasure Navy has a treasure accumulated over several hundred years. In the past, countless people have tried to steal this treasure, but none have succeeded."
"Mmm, I know about that."
As Cyrus said this, Robin was watching his expression closely.
"Aren't you interested in this treasure? If it's really an accumulation of several hundred years, the amount might be staggering."
This was certainly a treasure that would tempt anyone who heard about it.
"I do need money, but the money I need is for paying when I buy things!" Cyrus glanced at Robin.
"Eh!"
Robin was taken aback, feeling like she couldn't quite keep up with Cyrus's train of thought.
But for the current Cyrus, money was truly not something he cared about.
Because the money in this world felt like game currency to Cyrus. His expenses weren't high either. Perhaps, for him, having enough money to stay at an inn and recover was sufficient.
Besides, the constant talk of hundreds of millions had left Cyrus feeling a bit desensitized.
Perhaps the only time it felt real was when he bought Belle-mère's tangerines.
Robin fell silent, her eyes on Cyrus, as if trying to figure out what the man before her was thinking.
But she failed.
She couldn't see through Cyrus's thoughts, but she could tell that he seemed to have no goal at the moment.
Even the goal of making a name for himself in the Four Seas that Cyrus had mentioned earlier seemed to be a spur-of-the-moment idea prompted by her words.
A powerful young man with no goal!
At this moment, a great curiosity arose in Robin's heart.
This curiosity drove her to want to understand the heart of the man before her.
And Cyrus, looking at Robin's increasingly strange gaze, suddenly felt a little unnatural.
"Ahem!"
He coughed lightly twice. "Ahem, when we have time later, I'll guide you in getting stronger."
"With you around, is there any point in me getting stronger?" Robin said, her tone somewhat playful.
This tone made Cyrus pause. Looking at Robin's blooming smile, his expression turned serious.
"I can't be by your side at all times. If you want to live more freely, your own strength is what you must rely on."
This serious expression made the playful Robin pause, and she then nodded solemnly.
"Of course, I will protect you!" Cyrus then smiled, his voice tinged with a teasing tone.
He's teasing me!
Robin realized, feeling suddenly helpless.
Speechless, Robin turned around, sat down on the side, and looked away in silence.
Seeing this, Cyrus stroked his chin, then his gaze shifted to another direction, and his Conqueror's Haki suddenly erupted from his body.
Boom!
A gust of air surged past. Robin's pupils contracted sharply as she whipped her head around to look at Cyrus.
"There are a few little bugs—the ones who were after you. I put them to sleep for a bit."
Cyrus explained.
People from the World Government!
Robin immediately understood what Cyrus meant by "little bugs."
"Since you know so much about history, you must also know about Observation Haki and Armament Haki. Your focus from now on will be on those, as well as your own physical training."
Cyrus's single sentence laid out Robin's path for improvement.
Of course, this was the path of improvement for most people in this world.
As for her Devil Fruit Ability, Cyrus could offer some advice, but the specifics were up to Robin to figure out on her own.
Speaking of which, having Robin around seemed to have many benefits besides being easy on the eyes.
Her knowledge of history, her meticulous mind honed by years on the run, and she could even serve as a living notepad.
Cyrus stroked his chin as he looked at Robin.
This time, it was Robin's turn to feel restless under Cyrus's gaze.
...
Ever since Garp had flattened the pointed tip of his head, Chinjao had stayed by his treasure—the countless riches frozen beneath the Jewel Ice Mountain.
That punch from Garp had flattened not only his head but also his spirit.
To see his treasure before him but be unable to touch it was a form of torture for Chinjao.
Of course, accompanying this painful torment was a deep hatred for Garp.
As he had said, this hatred extended to Garp's grandson, even cursing his descendants for all generations.
However, aside from making empty threats, there was nothing Chinjao could do now.
Thud!
Sai's body appeared in the distance, then leaped up and landed in front of Chinjao.
Chinjao, sitting cross-legged on the Jewel Ice Mountain, looked at Sai, who had fallen before him. His expression was peaceful, like that of a sage.
"Master, there's an enemy. I'm no match for him." Sai spoke immediately after landing.
The Sai of today clearly lacked the spirit he would later have to stand up to Chinjao. In other words, he was not yet a qualified leader.
Chinjao seemed not to have heard him, his expression unchanging.
"He mentioned Garp!"
Seeing Chinjao's reaction, Sai was not surprised at all and said this directly.
Whoosh!
The moment he spoke, Chinjao, who had been calm just a moment ago, saw his eyes instantly turn red.
A terrifying aura erupted from his body, and his white beard billowed with the force of his anger, making him look like a wrathful vajra.
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