The small boat sped across the sea like a flying fish, towering white waves churning beneath the howling gale, carving a straight silver line across the calm, sapphire-and-amber waters.
The headwind and splashing spray left even the formidable Cavendish struggling to hold on.
Dark King Rayleigh, traveling alongside him, remained utterly relaxed, unmoved by the wind and waves before them.
A gentle smile remained on his face, making him look like nothing more than a harmless retired old man.
But Cavendish naturally did not take this Senior Rayleigh for some mediocre old man. Aside from Rayleigh's resounding reputation and the oppressive presence he had displayed earlier, Rayleigh's current performance filled Cavendish with awe:
The boat they were riding now moved as fast as lightning, more than ten times faster than when Cavendish rowed alone. The waves it kicked up were almost as powerful as Fish-Man Karate.
And all of that was simply because Rayleigh was the one rowing.
Cavendish, who had always considered himself a genius and had never held the Shichibukai in high regard even after enduring countless setbacks, finally understood that there were always greater people beyond greater people, and greater skies beyond greater skies. His arrogance and narcissism quietly vanished entirely before Rayleigh.
However...
So even the famed Dark King rows with a sword...
Cavendish could not help but wear an odd expression as he looked at the Black Blade Shusui in Rayleigh's hand, which was being used as an oar.
"Hahaha!"
Rayleigh noticed the complicated look in the young man's eyes beside him and laughed freely.
"What? Never seen someone row with a sword?"
"No, no, no!"
Cavendish flushed and hurriedly said,
"I row like this when I'm alone too!"
"It's just..."
Cavendish's face reddened further. "I can't help feeling that doing this goes against a