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