"Say something?"
"Say what?"
As Mr. 5 watched so many big shots questioning him, the hand beneath his cape had instinctively begun to tremble.
With so many monsters here, it was fortunate no one had unleashed Conqueror's Haki, or he would have passed out already.
Naturally, the many powerful figures with keen Observation Haki did not miss Mr. 5's tiny movements under the pressure of their overwhelming auras.
"What a bore..."
Mihawk adjusted his hat. Feeling that his time had been wasted, he held Black Blade Yoru horizontally before him and began walking forward, one step at a time.
Seeing this, the others who had been eager to make a move instantly looked at him warily.
"Is he going to do it himself?"
"After all, he's the Black Emperor's deputy. It's only natural for him to clean this up."
"But if he does, we won't achieve our goal..."
Seeing Mihawk raise Black Blade Yoru and move to claim the kill, miraculously, not a single person dared stop him.
There was no other reason. Over the past two years, [Hawk Eyes] Mihawk had long demonstrated his peerless, absolute strength to the seas.
King in particular still remembered that incident vividly.
(A pirate story special: flashbacks take up half the chapter.)
One year earlier.
In Wano Country, with the Seastone business constantly suffering inexplicable losses, Kaido had gotten drunk and wanted Doflamingo to give him a better deal on the Artificial Devil Fruit trade.
But he had bargained far too aggressively over the Den Den Mushi, and Doflamingo flatly refused.
Enraged, he declared that he would teach Doflamingo a lesson and immediately prepared to throw a drunken fit.
Little Mingo had been so frightened that he hurriedly called for help.
King still remembered it clearly. A man carrying a cross-shaped black blade