"I don't care if it's a banana or a crocodile!" Luffy roared, his arm stretching back until it vanished into the dust cloud behind him. "I’m gonna kick that sandman’s ass!"
Luffy didn’t slow down. His sandals slapped against the stone, eyes fixed on the plateau where the Royal Palace loomed like a fortress of sand and secrets. He could smell the dry, ozone scent of Crocodile’s power waiting at the top.
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"Luffy, wait! The palace gates are crawling with Billions!" Sanji shouted, deflected a flurry of blades with a burning kick. "We’ll hold the line here. You just keep running!"
"Is that a... banana with teeth?!" Usopp shrieked, his legs already vibrating in a pre-sprint jitter. "I don't care if it's a banana or a crocodile
The desert sun was a physical weight, but the panic in the streets of Alubarna was heavier. Below the rainless sky, the ground suddenly erupted as a massive, scaled snout shattered the cobblestones.
With a toothy grin and a determined huff, Luffy leaped over the snapping jaws of a giant reptile. "Got it! See ya at the top!" He could smell the dry, ozone scent of
The race against time—and the desert’s king—was officially on.