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A Wounded Dragon
In his three years of pirating, Tabart had come to learn one rule: nothing was ever normal. Whenever that word—normal—passed through his mind, he needed to completely disregard it. It was a word that he had long since forgotten due to the various things he had seen. There were people who could bring others back to life, talking fox people, people capable of turning into blue demons, and even men who could grab the air itself with their bare hands. His most recent case of normal was finally getting accustomed to the fact that his head bodyguard, Peterson Mort, was a centipede with sociopathic tendencies. But even for Tabart, this was everything but normal.

Following his brief trip to Impel Down after freeing Helen from the World Government's clutches, in exchange for a few minor favors, he had returned to Mary Geoise temporarily to make a request from the CP-0. He tasked them with retrieving the Shichibukai, Bimore O. Jack. The World Government had acquired data of massive fleets of pirates mobilizing towards the Calm Belt, and they suspected that Impel Down was the next target of another attack. From their data, it was the Dragon Pirates who were among them; they were last seen leaving the territories of Wano, therefore it was expected that they had some connection to the Yonko, Daddy L. Legs. There was a big battle about to break out, and Tabart had to prepare himself appropriately. It was another big test for him, and one of the biggest to date. Unlike his activities on Spicy Pot Island, if he failed here, the World Government wouldn't be able to cover for him.

Surely, he had gotten stronger, but there was a blatant weakness that Tabart had to get resolved. The Cipher Pol tipped him off, and supplied him a. Tabart trusted it since it came from the Cipher Pol; they were the best intelligence agency in the entire world who had agents stationed in every aspect of society. They were also very helpful in ensuring Tabart's dominance in the Underworld. But, even he scoffed at the idea of a turtle pose. Now, he didn't.

He was welcomed with open arms as he docked on the island turtle, a massive beast the size of several islands whose shell had been decorated with various vegetation and lush forest. He was graciously escorted to a beautiful town, and then to a beautiful spa, and resort. The resort itself was massive and was host to various restaurants, shopping centers, and what appeared to be a small carnival. But, Tabart wasn't here for any of that. He was here for the spa, one that he told could help him in getting back what he needed for the upcoming battle.

He was brought into the spa, and escorted to a lobby where he was told that he would be meeting with the head of the spa herself. They told him to consider it an honor: "she doesn't just meet with everyone" they told him. That only made him more nervous.