"Aniki! Aniki!"

A little voice beamed out while you were chilling somewhere in the castle of Charlotte Linlin, it was your young brother, Cracker.

As many of her sons and daughters, you were one of his eldest kids, being already a teenager, and with it, the younger ones looked up highly to you and the rest. The purple-haired one wasn't different at all, staring at you as if you were his hero.

It had been some days since he had eaten his Devil Fruit, as expected a bis-bis one. Like the others, their powers matched with their names, it was funny to see. He had been learning how to manage it for a while with the help of the Homies, and now, every time he spotted you, he would—

"Here!" Give you a biscuit. He was a little arrogant, spoiled and even bratty, and wouldn't do it to a random person. You must be special to him, huh? Even with Mama no close, he seemed to put his trust on you. His pink eyes stared at you, awaiting for a reaction, holding on his sword, Pretzel.