[My name is Rod. I'm twelve years old, and I'm a lunatic.]
I stowed away aboard Whitebeard's ship and did three things:
One: challenged the third division commander, “Diamond” Jozu.
Two: stopped his punch with a single finger.
Three: told the World's Strongest Man, “I came to join your crew.”
Whitebeard: “Gurararara... From today on, you're my son!”
Marco: “Just what is this ability of yours to see through people's weaknesses?”
Me: “It's the only way I know how to survive.”
They don't know that I can see the “threads” connecting everyone.
The chaotic vortex inside Blackbeard is the first disaster I intend to cut away.
And the newcomer named Crocodile is just the right test subject for my... Seastone chains.
[Domain Expansion: Everything becomes a puppet on strings.]
Poisoned, those who come after you should be careful 🤮🤮
And this is turning everything into a puppet, you are treating others as fools