At the banquet, the Hitsugisukan also occasionally toasted with Nicholas.
"Ah, Cat Viper and Dog Storm really don't let people rest assured. When we heard the news that those two set sail on a small boat, we were worried for quite a while. We even suspected that they might have perished at sea. But those two little fellows actually managed to arrive at Wano by chance."
The Hitsugisukan raised his wine bowl and took a hearty drink, clearly happy to hear the news of Dog Storm and Cat Viper's safety.
After the toast, Nicholas turned to the Hitsugisukan and said, "We came here this time hoping to obtain a copy of the historical text. We hope that the Hitsugisukan can help us."
For Nicholas, he actually knew that the historical text of the Mink Tribe was in the Whale Forest. However, he wouldn't reveal this directly because he wanted to gather more information from the Hitsugisukan .
"Oh? No problem. According to the records, the dawn of the world is approaching. Have you, in Wano, made preparations to welcome the founding of your nation?" The Hitsugisukan , seemingly unsurprised, regarded the historical text as not particularly precious.
"The dawn of the world?" Nicholas asked with some confusion. He had seen the term "dawn of the world" multiple times in manga, whether it was the promised one awaited by Fish-Man Island or later when Pedero sacrificed fifty years of his life in the Grand Line just to see the dawn of the world arrive.
It seemed that the dawn of the world was recorded among many races related to Joy Boy.
"Yes, the dawn of the world. According to the legends left by our ancestors, when the drums sound, the warriors of the past will respond to the call and gather under the banner of the legendary figure. At that time, we will once again wage war against the shadows that shroud the world, thus bringing true peace to the entire world. At that time, our Mink Tribe will also no longer be confined to Zou for generations, and we will gain true freedom!" The Hitsugisukan spoke with longing.
"Nicholas! Finally found you, bastard. Have you decided how you want to die? You scum!"
Just as Nicholas was about to continue questioning, a burly man with an oval-shaped head walked over from a distance, followed by a group of fierce-looking pirates. They were none other than the Eight-Treasure Water Army, the legitimate pirates of the Kano Country in the West Sea.
All the Minks at the banquet stood up and looked in the direction of the voice. They knew that if the enemy could appear here, it meant that their external defenses had been breached.
"Hey hey, who is that guy with the oval-shaped head? How did he find his way here?" Many Minks whispered to each other. Initially, it was quite normal for outsiders to stray into Zou. After all, Zou roamed the seas day and night, and although it didn't have a fixed route, it inevitably encountered some pirate ships during its journey.
But now, these suddenly appearing pirates seemed to know Nicholas and his crew. Moreover, the relationship between the two sides didn't seem to be good, which made the Minks feel wary.
"That's the leader of the Eight-Treasure Water Army, Don Chinjao, or rather, because of his strange cone-shaped head, he's called Chinjao the drill." Simon explained patiently. After all, he had personally participated in the destruction of the Kano Country's navy in the West blue Sea.
"Don Chinjao?" Many Minks were puzzled by his strange appearance.
"He's called Don Chinjao because of his unique cone-shaped head, coupled with his formidable Haki. There's hardly any enemy who can withstand his attacks." Simon continued patiently.
"Conical head? His head... doesn't look anything like a cone, does it?" Simon "..."
"His head was flattened by a powerful person with a punch." Nicholas explained from the side.
"Haha... Hahaha! Flattened head, that's really hilarious!" Many young Minks couldn't help laughing when they heard this.
"You damn brat, have you laughed enough?" Chinjao's roar, accompanied by the intimidating aura, made many Minks bristle, but surprisingly, none of them fainted.
Nicholas also noticed this situation. He could only say that in this world, besides humans, other races more or less had some racial bonuses. Giants had strength and physique, Dwarves had explosiveness and speed, Fish-Men, Longarms, Longlegs...
For Chinjao, the reason why he chose to find Nicholas was largely because he realized his own weakness during the battle with Garp. Once a leading figure in the Kano Country's Eight-Treasure Water Army, Chinjao, as one of the top fighters of the Kano Country, was full of confidence. But not long ago, during the battle with Garp, he was directly punched in the head, flattening his once proud conical head.
One could say that Garp's punch made him doubt his own life. Moreover, if facing the monsters standing with Garp, wouldn't it be the same as saying that he himself was weak? In that case, wouldn't he be unable to avenge his son?
And as he grew older, the hope of revenge would only become more and more distant.
So Chinjao made up his mind. No matter what, he had to find Nicholas for revenge, even if the final result was death.
"Bastard brat, what kind of look is that in your eyes? Do you not believe that I will...?"
"Are you done with your nonsense?" Nicholas' cold voice interrupted him.
"What?" Chinjao was a bit confused. Wasn't trash-talking before a fight a standard procedure?
"After you're done with your nonsense, it's time for you to go to hell!" Nicholas' pupils flickered, and then a thunderbolt, several tens of meters thick, slashed toward Chinjao's head from above.
"You damn brat, you're really... really underestimating me!" The thunder dissipated, and Chinjao trembled with anger. The black Haki covering his body quickly faded away, and at the same time, an unusual smell emanated from his body.
The intense pain coursing through his body, along with Nicholas' indifferent gaze, ignited Chinjao's fighting spirit.
He leaped into the air, then reversed his body