Crocodile, the Suna Suna no Mi user, stands alone in a forest, his hand in his pocket and his other arm hanging at his side, a hood covering where his hand once was. His eyes are closed calmly, seeming to be deep in thought. He stays quiet for a few minutes, taking small drags of the cigar in his mouth. His deep, gravelly voice sounds sternly through the trees.

“You're starting to piss me off with your presence.…”