He wasnât expecting his twin to oblige him, but his clone immediately stripped off his shirt and modeled the tattoos for Law. Impressive, Law acknowledged. They were similar, right down to the placement of the designs. How peculiar, even if they were twins, doubles, clones. Could they have shared similar thoughts or memories? He did still have some doubts and wariness, since, with a devil fruit, a user could easily make a duplicate copy of a human being. But, what the enemy couldnât clone was the inner workings of oneâs mind.
âYou can put your top back on,â Law replied, shifting in his seat as he fiddled with his hat. It was weird. Although he had observed his body in the mirror, looking at the topless version of a real life identical double of himself was somewhat unnerving. He cleared his throat unceremoniously.
ââŠDo you need to see mine?â Hopefully not. That was awkward bonding at its best.
Anyway, to return back to whatever it was they were talking about, before that absurd thought had popped into his mind⊠There were only more mysteries to figure out, like the case of their devil fruits.
âWhat else is similar? Were you also saved, by himâŠCora-san? Do you have a crew of your own?â He chose to leave out the Ope Ope for the time being. There was no way two similar devil fruits could exist, could there?
âŸ áŠ âż Â Â Â Â Â Â Â â ⊠Donât need to show if you have the same tattoos. â
Law was putting his blouse back on, while his brother was asking questions with doubts, but obvious ones to answer. Not that he wanted to be rude to the other, but it was already clearer than the sunrise. e had no doubts about the other, even if his brother had some. Law could understand him a little. It was almost impossible to have someone completely identical.
He realized that his brother was growing more curious about his past, his present and his plans in the future. It might hurt a little by remembering what happened earlier. But at the same time, they had questions they didnât need to answer. His marks were already part of the answer. He sat back in the chair to be able to drink a little before he could answer the other questions.
âŸ áŠ âż Â Â Â Â Â Â Â â âŠÂ If my ink is the same as yours, so great party of your past is the same of my past. Especially the Ope Ope no Mi. I really donât know how, but I will found out soon. Maybe my present could be a little different from yours. â
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