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After you passed out, the crew managed to save all of the children who were being held captive on the island, and Kin'emon finally found his son, Momonosuke.
Baby 5 and Buffalo made a surprise visit, but Franky sent them packing and Law decided to give Doflamingo a taste of what's to come, sending their heads back along with a transponder snail.
Over it, he discussed the terms of an agreement that would essentially ruin everything Doflamingo ever worked for.
Resign as a warlord and get Caesar back, or don't, and face the wrath of Kaido.
Naturally, Law gave him until the next morning to decide, and while the celebratory party raged on, Smoker pulled you off to the side for a talk.
He apologized on behalf of the Navy, even though the details of what happened to you were unclear, and offered you a spot as a member of the G-5.
He said your talents were being wasted as a pirate, and with them, you could probably become a high-ranking official very quickly.
But you declined.
You knew that wasn't the only thing driving him to ask.
The look he gave you told everything.
It was the exact same way Zoro would look at you, though the marine didn't have half as much history behind his eyes.
So you declined, thankful for the apology, but otherwise uninterested by the offer.
Anyway, not too long after that, the crew set sail, and Law explained the plan one last time before finally arriving in Dressrosa.
海賊狩
"I need you to use your future sight until 3," Law stated as he checked his watch, still holding tightly onto Caesar's chain.
"No," you denied, simply, crossing your arms.
The man whipped his head over to you, brows furrowed.
"The hell do you mean no?"
"Nada. Niet. Non. Nil. Nay," you listed, counting off on your fingers, "Do you need any other languages?"
"Don't be an ass, (y/n)," he scoffed, "You know how important this is..."
"And you know how much that drains my energy. I'm not gonna exhaust myself before the battle begins," you dismissed, firmly.
"There isn't going to be a battle. That's the whole point of the damn plan."
"You know that bastard just as well as I do. He's gonna pull some shit the second he gets here. And my sight is going to detect it whether I have it activated or not."
