After finishing what he had been working on, Doflamingo rode Zeus to Sakura Island.
Things went quite smoothly. Sakazuki's eldest son was now eight or nine years old. Born into a mafia family and blessed with his parents' excellent genes, the kid was already fairly strong. At the very least, he had reached the average level of pirates in the New World.
In the Four Seas, that meant strength close to that of a pirate worth several million.
Considering that the boy was only eight or nine and had never eaten a Devil Fruit, calling him a little genius was well deserved. But he was still far from being a monster, and clearly fell short of his father's talent.
As the illusion ability spread out, the boy, who had been training at the family's Training Grounds, wore a bewildered expression as he slowly walked out.
The old man teaching him and the several youths training alongside him all turned a blind eye.
Doflamingo took out the Wyvern Devil Fruit from his pocket and handed it to the boy, while using suggestions to weave an entire story of a chance encounter into everyone's minds.
After all, the appearance of Devil Fruits had never followed any pattern, so there was no need to worry about being exposed.
Watching the boy eat the Devil Fruit and quickly transform into a Wyvern that danced through the skies, Doflamingo's face took on a cold expression.
He did not intend to waste much more time. There had to be a Den Den Mushi here that could contact Akainu. After eating the Wyvern Fruit, the boy's potential had increased dramatically. If properly cultivated, he would at least become an elite Vice Admiral in the future. Whether Akainu would still leave him here to grow freely was uncertain.