The sun shone brightly, and the sea glittered with rippling light.
Above the boundless ocean, a white cloud hung motionless in the sky like a lonely island, as if waiting for something.
"Gurarara! Kid, your ability really is impressive!
Tell me, do you really not want to become my son?
After all, I'm far stronger than that fellow Shiki!"
Upon the pure white cloud.
A table made of iron clouds was piled high with chunks of Sea King meat, fruit, and fine liquor.
Roy and Whitebeard sat facing each other, talking as they heartily devoured the feast spread across the table.
"How many times do I have to tell you, Whitebeard? I have no interest in becoming your son.
I'm doing just fine right now. I have power when I want power, and wealth when I want wealth.
Why would I be interested in jumping ship to your pirate crew to become a nanny?"
Roy gnawed on the rib in his hand as he spoke to the old man across from him, whose face was buried in drink.
"Gurarara, what a shame! Kid, I truly think highly of you!"
Gulp, gulp.
Whitebeard poured a huge bottle of vodka down his throat as if he were filling a jug with water.
"Ahh~"
The sharp burn of the liquor sliding down his throat made Whitebeard let out a satisfied sound.
He slammed the bottle onto the table with a bang.
"Kid, you aren't a man content with being ordinary. I always felt that you would stir up an enormous storm upon these seas."
He wiped his mouth.
Whitebeard, who had been joking moments ago, suddenly fixed Roy with a serious gaze.
Faced with the sudden stare.
Roy showed no hint of fear. Instead, he met Whitebeard's eyes directly.
"Oh? Why do you