But.
This is the original historical text.
Could it really be something so easy to collect?
The dream once deeply buried in my heart, thought to be unattainable in a lifetime, now seems not so far-fetched.
She glanced silently at Shano across from her.
...
Shano was unaware of the twists and turns in Robin's mind.
At this moment, he was standing on the other side, touching the smooth, cold surface of the stone monument with great interest.
What an unfamiliar sensation! The material is indeed very special!
Anyway, let's give it a try.
He stepped back two paces, adjusted his breath, clenched his fist, and in an instant, Armament Haki entwined over his fist. Then, he suddenly punched out!
Bam——!
The dull collision sound echoed in the underground palace, causing the whole stone chamber to vibrate violently, with dust falling down.
However, the historical text remained immovable, with not even a dent or a single crack appearing on its surface.
Whoa!
Even though Shano was mentally prepared, he couldn't help but feel surprised.
This punch seemed ordinary but had considerable strength, with the use of Internal Destruction techniques.
Even a thick steel plate would crack completely from the inside under such a punch.
The result?
The Armament Haki surging out from his fist was like a clay ox entering the sea, instantly swallowed without a trace, unable to affect the stone in any way.
Shano grinned.
A great find!
This trip to the Royal Capital was worthwhile!
The Hanafuda transformed into a Tyrannosaurus was undoubtedly an excellent sandbag.
But in front of this historical text, it was utterly insignificant.
Obviously, this item could serve as training equipment for a long time, becoming a perfect tool for further enhancing Armament Haki strength and refining his body.
Thinking of completely destroying it is probably a pipe dream; even Imu might not manage it.
Otherwise, the historical texts left around the world would have been destroyed long ago.
Once marks become visible on it, it will mean that his Haki and physical strength have transformed, reaching a more terrifying level.
"Tsk." He suddenly mused, holding his chin, "Why has no one used such a good thing properly before?"
Putting aside the training aspect for now.
Those strange Devil Fruit Ability Users and the historical text, when combined, could have much potential in actual combat, right?
Perhaps cutting it up is impossible, but using it as a weapon seems formidable.
For instance, if the Golden Lion prepared several pieces of historical text floating around him, wouldn't that be the ultimate armor, blocking any attack?
Even if Garp and Sengoku teamed up to punch a few times, could it break through?
Shano pondered for a moment.
If in the future, when his strength advances, he could leave indents convenient for gripping, swinging it like a flail might be quite formidable too?
But that's a matter for later.
The most important thing right now is to bring this back to the Endgame.
He squatted down, clasped the base of the stone monument with both hands, and his muscles swelled.
"Lift!"
With a low shout, he lifted the enormous historical text from its pedestal and easily shouldered it.
Well, it's not too heavy, at least not as heavy as the Hanafuda.
From the Royal Capital to the riverside, though it's a considerable distance, over a hundred kilometers, with his stamina, carrying it in one go is no problem.
"Let's go, Robin!"
Robin watched Shano's back as he carried the stone and then looked back at the empty stone chamber, suddenly shaking her head with a light smile.
When Shano invited her aboard from the turtle's back, saying he was also interested in historical texts and they shared the same goal.
She thought it was just a comforting lie made up casually.
Who would have thought those words would turn out to be true?
It's just that...
It's just that Shano's interest in historical texts seems a bit absurd, differing slightly from her own.
......
At dawn the next day.
Under Cobra's personal farewell, the Endgame left the kingdom's interior, sailing toward the southern river mouth.
The people on both sides waved goodbye to each other, with Vivi and Nami crying the most, waving incessantly, their faces tear-stained.
"Nami! Make sure to call me!"
"I know! You take care too!"
The two young girls shouted across the river, their voices lingering in the morning breeze for a long while.
Shano glanced sideways.
The two little ones spent the night together, seemingly sharing a lot in common.
In less than two days, they became close friends, exchanged phone numbers, and promised to keep in touch.
Meanwhile, Shano, who was adored like an idol yesterday, was suddenly forgotten.
But, to be honest, this was exactly what he wanted. Before the farewells concluded, he blissfully took a cup of coffee made by Robin and headed straight into the training room.