Third Person POV
Besides Haki and Devil Fruits, Crow knew there were other alternative methods to increasing his capabilities without sacrificing his ability to swim.
However, all the available options had more cons than they did pros or didn't give him the significant boost in power that he needed.
He couldn't get cybernetic augmentations as becoming a Cyborg never sounded appealing to the Lunarian, and he preferred to stay as natural as possible. Plus, Cyborgs naturally couldn't get stronger and had to upgrade their enhancements constantly if they wanted to get stronger, and that could cost a fuck ton of money, money that he could spend on better things. So, Cybernetics was out of the question.
There was also genetic modification, and he knew several people who specialized in that field. However, he couldn't get his genetics modified at the risk of his DNA being stolen and used to create a nigh-unstoppable Lunarian army. That was a possibility he didn't want happening for obvious reasons.
His only viable option was to ask Queen to teach him how to create mechanical and biological weapons. It sounded like a fun hobby and a great way to increase his versatility on the battlefield.
The problem with this choice was that he'd have to be near Queen and that it would take him far too long to be able to produce things that would be half as good as the fat fucks creations.
Crow was by no means an idiot. When it came to fighting, reasoning, adapting, learning, making intelligent decisions, and overall awareness, he was remarkable.
However, when it came to any form of science, anything to do with numbers or creating things, he was in simple terms fucked.
If Crow wanted to be anywhere near Queen's level, he'd have to put ten times the effort into memorizing all the knowledge that the fat fuck would bestow upon him, which could take decades.
He sighed.
It was better than nothing...
"You look like you wanna tell me something," Crow said toward Mikasa, not taking his eyes off his drawing.
"...I do. I just don't know if I should."
"Makes no difference to me if you do or not, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious about what you wanna say..." Crow narrowed his eyes at his drawing. "I feel like I made his head a little too big for his body..." he began erasing the head and redrawing it.
"Will I be able to trust you?"
Crow looked at her weirdly. "I haven't given you reason not to trust me. Does this chat have anything to do with my current problem?"
"...perhaps, but you still haven't answered my question."
Crow sighed, stopped drawing, and looked at Mikasa. "Yes, you can trust me. So what is it?"
The raven-haired beauty scanned him for any lies, and when she didn't find any, she said. "Follow me."
Doing as he was told, he followed her, and a few moments later, he was brought to her room.
"You know if you just wanted to fuck you could've just said so," he joked, causing Mikasa to blush furiously and narrow her eyes in anger.
"T-Thats not why we're here, you perv..." She went toward her bed and grabbed a small box. "Here," she tossed to him, and he caught it.
He opened the box, and it revealed a syringe with a vile containing a strange golden liquid.
"What's this?" he asked, not taking his eyes off the strange needle.
"..It's to make you grow stronger."
He looked and quirked an eyebrow. "Is it a permanent performance-enhancing drug or something?"
Mikasa shook her head. "It's something much better...it'll grant you the power of the Nine."
End.
