Chapter 202: The Golden Lion Arrives With The Storm
“Damn it, this storm came too fast! It doesn’t even give people time to react!!!”
“This is exactly the Grand Line!”
“It’s our bad luck, no warning at all. I’ve only encountered this kind of situation once before.”
“Hey, you bastards, instead of chatting, come over and help.”
Whether to say it was bad luck or the navigators’ skills were lacking, the sudden storm caught everyone off guard. The navigators completely failed to detect any signs of the storm’s approach, and they welcomed the majestic force of nature from heaven and earth completely unprepared.
The gale is roaring,
The waves are raging,
The majestic warship is as fragile as drifting fluff before the natural might of the storm and tides.
“What the hell?”
“Is our luck this bad?”
Elus sat on the sofa, constantly adjusting the angle of his right hand according to the warship’s pitching to avoid spilling the coffee milk in the cup. Honestly, this was quite boring and tedious work. Even if he wanted to drink it all in one gulp, it was freshly heated and very hot!
“Fran, how far is Whiskey Peak?”
“About half a day’s voyage!”
“······Half a day? Really unlucky. Couldn’t this damn weather come a bit later?”
Elus cursed the ghostly weather.
The most hated thing about sea drifting is this kind of severe weather with no warning at all. Probably only navigators with the same extraordinary talent as that orange girl could predict this kind of weather in advance. Unfortunately, such geniuses are truly rare. There are four Pirate Emperors, and if one dies, another is immediately replaced.
In comparison, navigators with extraordinary talent are genuinely countable on one hand. The navigators under Elus are absolutely first-class in the New World, but they still couldn’t predict the Grand Line’s unpredictable climate changes.
After leaving Drum Island, Elus didn’t choose to return to Alabasta but prepared to see the famous Reverse Mountain.
Reversing the Grand Line, the Log Pose is useless. Fortunately, Elus has plenty of Eternal Poses. Merchants specialize in making and selling Eternal Poses. Except for some remote places, Eternal Poses for most islands can be bought with money.
Whiskey Peak, as one of the seven frontlines entering the Grand Line, has an Eternal Pose that’s easy to obtain.
“Your Highness!”
Fran suddenly spoke up to remind him. She raised her head, her gaze seeming to pierce through the ceiling, overlooking the sky dense with dark clouds.
“I noticed.”
Elus licked his lips. “I really don’t know which god I offended on the way to run into Blackbeard······ and now to encounter another big shot. My luck lately······ feels pretty good! Hahahahahahaha!!!”
The cheerful laughter echoed in the bridge,
He stood up, shoved the cup into Fran’s hands, opened the door himself, and walked out of the bridge to the deck at the ship’s bow.
At this moment,
The busy sailors caused a small chaos.
The chaos wasn’t because of Elus’s appearance. They had followed Elus from the New World to Paradise, and during the long journey, they were already accustomed to facing His Highness the Prince. They wouldn’t panic just seeing Elus. The cause of the chaos was the massive shadow appearing above in the sky.
“What is that thing?”
“An island flying in the sky? Skypiea?”
“Idiot, that doesn’t look like an island at all, right? It’s a ship, a flying ship. Didn’t you see the sails on it?”
The sailors argued endlessly, but at least no one dared neglect their work. With everyone working together, the warship finally escaped the center of the storm before being destroyed by the gale and waves, heading toward a safe area.
The massive flying ship in the sky chose the same route and also escaped from the storm.
At this time,
With sunlight shining, they could finally see the true face of the colossal object in the sky above. It was indeed a ship, somewhat strange-looking, but the huge sails were the best proof. Many here had seen the terrifyingly massive Thriller Bark, so they could somewhat accept this······ flying ship.
“Ah! I see the skull flag. Pirates······ Is this a pirate ship?”
A sailor pulled out a telescope to observe the flying ship above in the sky.
“Lion skull flag······ Feels like I’ve heard it somewhere?”
“Hey, look, that lion ship’s bow, gold and shiny, such a huge chunk of gold······ So cool!”
“Idiot, how could it be real gold? It’s gold-plated! Definitely gold-plated! It’s not the Golden Emperor······ No, wait, lion head skull flag······ This is, no no, it shouldn’t be! Wasn’t he arrested by the World Government long ago? This is impossible!”
The nearly fifty-year-old First Mate showed a rare look of terror on his face.
He didn’t care to argue with these young sailors and rushed to Elus like lightning. “Your Highness!! Your Highness!!”
“Take your time, no rush.”
“No, that, that’s······ That’s the Golden Lion. That ship in the sky is that Golden Lion!! The legendary great pirate on par with the Pirate King and Whitebeard, Golden Lion Shiki!!!!!”
“Kyahahahaha!!”
At that moment, hearty laughter came from the sky.
“I didn’t expect you to recognize my identity. After so many years, I thought the sea had long forgotten me!”
The First Mate shuddered. He stiffly turned his neck to look back. A man with a rudder stuck in his head, golden long hair shining like a lion’s mane under the sun, wearing an orange-and-yellow striped trench coat, with two gleaming blades peeking from under the hem.
Plus that domineering aura overlooking everything, that carefree smile, the cigar in his mouth, that ability to descend from the sky······
No mistake,
It’s really the Golden Lion!!!
“Brat, were you the one recklessly using Observation Haki to spy on me earlier?” The Golden Lion locked onto Elus.
“Yeah, me.”
Elus first nodded, then shook his head. “But it wasn’t Observation Haki, it was Neuro-Scan. And that wasn’t spying; it was normal surveillance after spotting pirates.”
“As long as it was you, brat.”
The Golden Lion moved the two swords replacing his feet. The sword tips clashed on the deck with a crisp sound. His body floated up unsteadily, looking down at Elus from above. “Casually using Observation Haki to spy isn’t a good habit! Hand over all your treasure obediently, and I’ll forgive your rudeness this time. Kyahahahaha!!!”
Treasure,
This was the Golden Lion’s true purpose.
He had spotted Elus’s flagship escaping the storm early from his ship. His pirate subordinates judged from a professional angle that the owner of this ship must be very wealthy. Following the principle of taking whatever they could get—even a mosquito’s meat is meat—
The Golden Lion personally took action.
No choice,
The IQ research he was doing now was very expensive. Many research materials couldn’t be stably supplied just by plundering; he had to spend money to trade with merchants and use their power to gather supplies······ This time he came to the Grand Line to make money.
“······Is this robbery?”
Elus crossed his arms and asked with a smile.
“Of course it’s robbery! How else do pirates get by? Idiot brat, since you know I’m Golden Lion Shiki, hurry up and send all your treasure up!”
“Want my treasure? Heh heh, no problem, but······ I have a lot of treasure! You might not be able to handle it, Your Excellency Shiki······ Flicker Slash!!!” At the moment his words fell, Elus shifted into a drawing motion, pulling a long sword as beautiful as moonlight from his seemingly empty waist.
The Moonlight Sword’s high-density spiritual pressure was compressed twice, the razor-sharp blade existing only for an instant, slicing through the atmosphere toward the Golden Lion.
“Wave Slash!!!”
The Golden Lion’s reaction was frighteningly fast.
Purely on combat instinct, not Observation Haki prediction, the Golden Lion kicked out a grand and atmospheric Wave Slash.
The two opposing sword beams crossed in the void.
A dragon-like prolonged sword hum echoed between sea and sky. The shattered sword qi effortlessly sliced open nearly a thousand meters of sea surface. The warship’s sails became riddled with holes, and even the deck was battered······ Just a simple exchange of one sword strike caused jaw-dropping damage.
“······Am I dreaming? Chomp chomp chomp.”
The round owl wore a ghostly expression. Kaku, Jabura, Zephyr rushed over from different positions.
“What kind of monster is this?”
“Suddenly feel so······ pathetic.”
Seeing the destruction caused by Elus and the Golden Lion, Kaku and the others’ confidence took a hit, but······ Lucci’s eyes burned with fierce flames, his desire to grow stronger intensified.
Not to mention the bystanders’ mood changes.
The Golden Lion looked at Elus, the man who dared to strike at him and successfully shattered his Wave Slash······ his smile grew even brighter. “Yo, brat, state your name. You qualify to die by my hand, Golden Lion Shiki.”
“Die? I haven’t thought of reporting to the underworld so soon, though I’m curious what the underworld is like······ Anyway, my name is Sokachio Elus, currently a prince, first in line heir, employed by the Eckmond Kingdom in the New World······ That clear enough?”
Elus swung the Moonlight Sword.
“Elus······ Never heard of you, but no matter. Brat, feel honored! Even if you die, I, Golden Lion Shiki, will remember your name!”
“Who the hell wants to be remembered by a rooster-looking old man!”
Elus rolled his eyes. “Hey, Your Excellency Shiki, enough talk. Show me what the legendary pirate can do!” He stepped into the air, impatiently striking out. Moonlight-like gorgeous sword light leaped toward the sky.
In that instant, it was like a dragon emerging from the sea, soaring into the clouds. The lion standing in the heavens also let out a roar that shook the Vast Sea,
Thus,
Sword qi clashed again,
Extreme speed left illusory afterimages,
In just dozens of seconds, less than half a minute, the sword clashes had exceeded a hundred exchanges, over a dozen strikes in an instant······ Wild sword qi fell like rain toward the sea below.
The sea surface was cut into over a hundred deep trenches. Surging seawater formed large and small whirlpools, unintentionally creating this chaotic, turbulent sea area. Lucci and others on the ship personally witnessed a large unlucky fish passing by being torn apart by the chaotic whirlpools······
Fortunately, Fran intervened to free the warship from the whirlpool’s pull, and Elus deliberately guided the battlefield farther away, avoiding being shredded by the whirlpools.
The warship didn’t dare approach, lest it be caught in the battle’s aftermath, and could only watch from afar.
In the sky,
The battle had just begun,
“Brat, your swordsmanship······ not bad!”
Passing by once more, the Golden Lion praised Elus’s swordsmanship. “But, regrettably, I’m not a pure swordsman. Pirate battles use every means available!” His free right hand suddenly jerked upward.
“Not wanting to see my skills? Brat, watch closely. This is······ Lion’s Majesty Ground Imperial Scroll!”
Vast endless seawater surged into the sky, manifesting the form of a raging lion, opening its jaw that could devour mountains and rivers, emitting a deafening roar, pouncing ferociously at Elus with thunderous momentum, as if to devour him entirely.
“Hm······ Try this move!”
Elus aimed his left hand at the oncoming water lion. “Heat······ Add!”
This was the power of the Add-Add Fruit.
Invisible and intangible heat filled the designated space. The high-temperature air expanded rapidly, squeezing surrounding air like a piston, immediately triggering a massive explosion. The atmosphere trembled with the resounding boom, and the scorching shockwave blasted toward the pouncing water lion.
“Splash!!”
The water lion was shattered.
The shockwave, hot as molten rock, crushed the water-formed lion like stone smashing an egg. The astonishing heat instantly evaporated massive amounts of water, white steam spreading like thick fog in mid-air.
The remaining unevaporated seawater fell back to the ocean below.
“Power······ not good enough! Golden Lion!!!”
Elus taunted loudly.
His contemptuous attitude was like looking at a fraud with an undeserved reputation.
This attitude instantly enraged the Golden Lion. Being looked down upon by a brat decades younger was an outright insult. Damn it! The damned rudder on his head, with years of accumulation······ its influence was growing.
In the early years, he could endure the rudder’s pain to storm Navy Headquarters and fight Sengoku and Garp, barely able to wield Haki.
But now, he had completely lost control of Haki. The rudder on his head forbade him from using Haki anymore. The Conqueror’s Haki that rivaled Roger, the Armament Haki that contended with Garp, the Observation Haki that vied for initiative with Whitebeard······ all became the past.
If not for that,
He wouldn’t have vanished for twenty years.
Without Haki, the weakening was immense. Relying on swordsmanship not far below great swordsmen, he could still kill weak-willed Logia ability users, but against true powerhouses in the New World, he was ultimately lacking.
Mastering Haki is the foundational condition for surviving in the New World.
Especially for ambitious people like the Golden Lion who refuse to bow to others—better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of an ox—that’s exactly him!
“Damn brat, don’t underestimate me! Lion’s Majesty Ground Imperial Scroll!!!” The Golden Lion roared in utmost fury. His lion-mane-like dazzling long hair danced in the wind. With his hands waving, the sea below surged violently again.
This time,
Over a dozen water lions, larger than before, surrounded and attacked Elus from all directions.
“Now that’s more like it. How can a legendary great pirate be so weak!”
Elus’s lips curved up slightly, his inner delight hard to conceal. “This time, a new trick······ Air Door.” His extended left hand grasped the door handle and pulled gently. An air door opened, and he stepped inside, closing it just a second before the water lions pounced.
Everything was seamless. When the air door closed, Elus seemed to vanish completely from the world. At least, the Golden Lion couldn’t see him now, and with his Observation Haki unusable, he could only watch the water lions crash into each other, splashing transparent water everywhere.
When the seawater in the sky fell back.
An air door opened silently, and Elus calmly walked out.
As expected, the Door-Door Fruit is ‘absolute defense,’ equivalent to hiding in another dimensional space. Like on a screen, no matter earthquakes or tsunamis······ they won’t harm the audience in front. At worst, scare a couple of weak-hearted unlucky folks to death!
“······Brat, what exactly is your ability?”
The Golden Lion looked at the reappeared Elus, not rushing to act.
He was utterly baffled now, completely confused by the series of techniques Elus displayed. He had roamed the seas for years, encountered countless ability users······ This was the first time he was so disoriented, unable to figure out the ability.
Not Logia, not Zoan······ then it must be Paramecia.
But, though some Paramecia users are indeed baffling, like that madwoman Charlotte Linlin—if she hadn’t said it herself that she had the Soul-Soul Fruit, he never would’ve imagined such a fruit existed······
Speaking of which, there are too many Devil Fruits. He collected over a dozen versions of the Devil Fruit Encyclopedia, recording hundreds of bizarre Devil Fruits, but he knew many more weren’t recorded······
Wait, off topic. Anyway, Devil Fruits are really hard to understand!
But······ well, no buts, Elus’s ability seems even stranger and more complex than that madwoman Charlotte Linlin’s.
“Something like that······ why would I tell you.” Elus looked at the Golden Lion like an idiot, which especially annoyed him. But thinking about his recent question, it did seem pretty stupid. Not everyone likes to declare their fruit ability upfront.
Though strictly speaking, he couldn’t be blamed for asking a dumb question,
Over the years, enemy ability users often announced their ability names before fighting. The enthusiastic ones even gave full commentary······ Hiding it like Elus was the first······ time he’d encountered.
Thinking this way, it wasn’t him being stupid; it was Elus being out of touch!
“Your Excellency Shiki, enough talk. Our battle has just begun!” Spiritual pressure gathered in Elus’s left palm. “Bala!”
Crimson Bala shot like streams of light. Dozens of Bala scattered like falling stars in an instant, forcing the Golden Lion to dodge. Without Armament Haki protection, battle was so inconvenient. He could no longer enjoy the thrill of hard clashes.
“Wave Slash!”
Counterattack followed. The Golden Lion kicked out sword qi that cleaved the cloud sea.
He calmed his mind, casting aside stray thoughts.
No matter what Devil Fruit Elus ate, this battle was destined to continue. Knowing or not, he had to admit the Black Prince was a formidable enemy not to be underestimated. No time to get distracted by trivialities.
Unable to use Observation Haki, he could only focus his five senses to track Elus’s movements.
Unable to use Armament Haki, he had to keep distance, using swordsmanship and fruit powers for mid-to-long-range combat, avoiding close quarters.
Unable to use Conqueror’s Haki······ meant his true ultimate moves were unusable. No one-shot kills, only attrition war······ Tch! So frustrating. Fighting a prolonged battle with a young one—all because of this damned rudder······
Grand sword qi crisscrossed the sky, shining moonlight illuminating the void.
The Golden Lion and Elus’s new round of contention began anew!
As their fierce battle raged, the battlefield kept shifting unpredictably in all directions. They flew about effortlessly, but their subordinates suffered. Neither the warship on the sea nor the flying ship in the sky······ could nimbly change direction freely.
To keep up with their leaders, the subordinates worked in three rotating shifts, barely chasing the moving battlefield. Time passed unnoticed: sunset to moonrise, moonset to sunrise······ six full cycles. Fran and the others on the sea spotted the Red Line on the horizon.
Reverse Mountain,
Arrived.
······
“No way? We reached Reverse Mountain already?”
Kalifa, who hadn’t slept properly for six days and nights, rubbed her dry eyes and stared blankly at the gateway to the Grand Line, the landmark, the first challenge for newbie pirates······ Her first time seeing it.
Born and raised in Paradise, later trained by CP9, and official missions all in Paradise.
“······Six days and nights······ Took a huge detour. Following the Eternal Pose would’ve gotten us there long ago.” Kaku held a telescope gazing at the flashing lights in the sky. He too hadn’t rested, and as a fellow swordsman, missing the Golden Lion vs. Black Prince fight? He’d kill himself.
Six days and nights, no eating, drinking, or relieving, just standing on deck holding the telescope, observing this once-in-a-lifetime battle.
Speaking of which, Kaku wasn’t the only one on deck in that pose. Isca too. She was also a skilled swordswoman. After assisting Fran in Water 7 with Farrug, she’d followed Elus, though Fran as personal maid handled all his needs.
Isca only excelled in combat. She and Farrug usually trained in the cabin or breathed fresh air on deck······ rarely appearing near Elus, so few appearances.
However,
When Elus and the Golden Lion started this endless-seeming battle, staying in the cabin to train was impossible. Opportunities to observe top experts clashing were rare, especially since both were sword masters.
“Fran, what now······· Keep following?”
Isca asked.
Speaking without moving, eyes unblinking, afraid to miss a sword swing.
“No, stop at Reverse Mountain······ Reversing Reverse Mountain is too much trouble, and we don’t know which sea the battlefield will head to next······” Fran issued the order, clearly deciding to dock the warship at the Twin Capes below Reverse Mountain.
No choice,
Reverse Mountain connects the Four Seas and Grand Line. From here, you can go to any ocean. Fly high enough straight through to the New World isn’t impossible······ Reverse Mountain’s east is Paradise, west is New World.
For ordinary people, forcibly crossing Reverse Mountain straight to New World is suicide.
But those two in the sky can fly. Who knows where they’ll battle to? Best to stop now. Their warship can’t fly; reaching here was already impressive.
The flying ship above would likely keep chasing.
“Is that okay? His Highness alone?”
Farrug was also watching the sky battle, not as focused as Isca or Kaku. He turned to Fran, not hiding his worry. Though after six days and nights, His Highness Elus didn’t seem tired, still at ease.
But battles are unpredictable till the end. The Golden Lion is one of the three legendary pirates on par with Pirate King and Whitebeard. Who’d believe he has no trump cards?
“I’ll follow.”
Fran replied. A pair of wings wrapped in illusory golden-red flames quietly unfolded behind her.
“Clarice, Isca, Farrug, while I’m gone, you manage the ship.”
“Sister Fran, rest assured. I won’t disappoint you.”
Clarice in maid outfit said seriously.
“······ Such a shame, really want to keep following······ Fran, go ahead. I’ll keep watch.” Isca responded.
Farrug shrugged silently.
With Clarice and Isca speaking, he probably wouldn’t need to worry. Next days····· his job would be sparring with Lucci and others, feeding moves to these subordinates favored by His Highness.
With their responses, Fran nodded lightly. Her wings flapped gently, and the maid flew into the sky, chasing the battlefield in the clouds.
······
Twin Capes,
Lighthouse Keeper Crocus didn’t go to his vacation cabin in the whale’s belly today because the lighthouse lens system had issues. He was repairing it to avoid failing at night when the light couldn’t dispel the darkness.
Dutiful Crocus didn’t want to mess up this leisurely job.
Not to mention, he couldn’t leave just to care for island whale Laboon······
“What the hell? Which plague god is causing trouble up there?”
Lens system not fixed yet, but Crocus sensed two powerful auras approaching in the sky, one vaguely familiar······ like he’d sensed it before. He grabbed a monocular telescope from the toolbox and looked up,
No choice, retired nearly twenty years. Judging identity by Observation Haki alone······ If it were shipmates, possible, but this felt eerie, likely an enemy.
“Damn it, that bastard Shiki is still alive!”
The old man cursed.
Can’t blame his crude language; Golden Lion was truly a bastard, pushing Roger Pirates to the brink multiple times. In a poll for most hated enemy in the crew, Golden Lion would win by a landslide.
“Thought he died in some corner long ago, still kicking······ What a scourge! Scourge!”
Old man Crocus glanced twice, put away the telescope. Nothing to see. Golden Lion alive······ but couldn’t withstand time’s erosion, actually trading blows evenly with a young man. The old Golden Lion······
Before Edd War, rudderless Golden Lion was fierce. Leading ragtag Flying Pirates, he cornered Roger Pirates multiple times, biting like a mad dog everywhere in New World.
Whitebeard, Navy······ nothing Golden Lion wouldn’t bite. He’d thrash anyone, and Roger, Whitebeard, Navy all ate defeats before Flying Pirates.
Rule the world,
Golden Lion dared use that as slogan back then—not drunk rambling, he had the confidence.
“······Golden Lion, you bastard, hurry up and die!”
Old man Crocus gave his old enemy heartfelt blessings, then continued repairing the lens.
Time heals all wounds. Twenty years ago, even if he couldn’t beat Golden Lion, he’d spit into the sea to cheer on crewmates. But now······ over seventy, no need to strain for spit. A blessing suffices.
As for the warship approaching Twin Capes from sea,
Crocus ignored it. He’s just a lighthouse keeper now. Fixing the lens is his real job; the rest······ irrelevant.
······
East Blue.
Loguetown.
In the busiest square, before the crude execution stand in the center, crowds of tourists took photos, Den Den Mushi cameras clicking endlessly. Robin in a black hooded trench coat stood in the crowd, gazing up at the stand once stained with Pirate King’s blood.
“Robin, any thoughts?”
“······ Very ordinary, completely different from the memoirs’ descriptions······ like two different things!”
“Is that so? Memoirs? Plenty witnessed Pirate King’s death! Should I write one······ Kidding.”
“Mister Dragon, are you······ also a witness?”
Robin surprisedly looked at Dragon beside her.
“Correct. I personally saw 【Pirate King】 Gol D. Roger executed, leaving that famous last words before death, ushering a new era······”
“······Want my treasure? If you want it, you can have it all. Go find it! I put all my treasure there······” Robin recited the words like a pirate oracle.
“Pirate King······ left those words here!”
Looking at the execution stand again, still ordinary, nothing special, like many towns’ stands. But this one special due to Pirate King’s blood, no essential difference.
“But hard to imagine Pirate King turned himself in. If not you, Mister Dragon, I’d struggle to believe.”
“I was incredulous too at first, but······ it’s true. My father told me personally. Pirate King wasn’t captured by Navy as newspapers said; he turned himself in······”
Just then, a small commotion in the square.
A squad of armed Navy Soldiers chased oddly dressed guys through. Crowd parted. Some recognized the pursued as a somewhat famous East Blue pirate crew, but only somewhat—highest bounty captain at eight million Beli.
Decent in East Blue, of course.
Seemed headed to Grand Line but spotted by Navy before leaving Loguetown. Their dream likely dashed. Navy Colonel on a three-wheeler appeared.
“It’s White Hunter! Colonel Smoker, so cool!”
“Photo, photo! Hey, don’t push, mister! We’re taking photos!”
Popular Navy Colonel didn’t disappoint. Pervading white smoke easily captured the entire pirate crew. As Navy Soldiers cuffed them one by one, the crowd cheered enthusiastically.
“······Logia ability user?”
Watching Smoker show off, Robin frowned slightly.
Without Armament Haki, she had little chance against Logia users. Crocodile had the ‘water’ weakness to solidify him, but ‘smoke’ seemed without such flaw.
“Robin, let’s go! White Hunter’s beyond you now.”
“Armament Haki······ Too hard!”
Robin sighed dispiritedly.
Mixing with Revolutionary Army so long, Robin had asked about Armament Haki training, but her physique hadn’t reached the entry level. Could only sigh in vain.
“No need to do everything alone. Everyone has strengths and weaknesses. If you can’t, find partners who can······”
“Monkey D. Luffy, Mister Dragon, do you think your son could be a partner to help me?”
Leaving the square, they strolled the main street chatting.
“Luffy······ He shouldn’t disappoint you. And this is just my wishful thinking now. Robin, if you dislike being a pirate, stay with Revolutionary Army. I won’t force you. Rest assured.” Dragon said solemnly.
“······Mister Dragon, that’s not what I meant. I just······ From what I know, you haven’t spent much time with your son, right? Why think······ he can help me?”
“Luffy and I rarely meet. Bluntly······ even meeting, he might not recognize me. But Luffy was raised with father’s help. Father’s education rough, but······ Luffy won’t go astray. Though I rarely see Luffy personally, I have friends regularly update me on him!”
Speaking of his only child, Dragon’s face softened rarely, losing usual sharpness and strength.
“Anyway, just my thought. Choice is yours······ Sounds weird.” Dragon pondered, chuckled wryly. Sounded like matchmaking organization singles. “Luffy should arrive in Loguetown these couple days. Then······ judge for yourself what my son’s like.”
“I will.”
Robin agreed crisply.
