In short, any force with even a little influence on the seas had already received news that Austin had set sail.
Their reactions varied.
Some, like the Marines, treated it as a looming threat.
Some, like Whitebeard, did not take the brat from Roger's ship seriously at all.
And some young Supernovas were eager to make a move...
Meanwhile, aboard the Oro Jackson,
the center of countless discussions, Austin, was currently—
Uh... fishing.
"It's been a long time since I fished on this ship. This really brings back memories."
Sitting along the rail of the Oro Jackson, Austin held a luxury fishing rod and fished with remarkable patience.
Even after two hours had passed, he had not caught a single fish.
Of course, Austin was not simply fishing.
It was also a form of training.
As everyone knew, the advanced application of Observation Haki, Future Sight, required a calm state of mind.
While training his patience and willpower, Austin was also constantly trying to push the number of seconds he could foresee with Observation Haki.
From a fleeting instant when he had first awakened it to nearly a full minute now, it was the result of Austin's repeated attempts.
Such quiet meditation might even benefit his spirit. During the process, his Conqueror's Haki had also grown by a tiny margin.
Elsewhere,
Mihawk, who had just finished practicing his swordsmanship, walked toward Austin with a towel draped around his neck, wiping away his sweat as he went.
"Although I don't understand why you insist on going to Ohara, the two of us alone can't sail this ship there in a short time."
Mihawk's expression remained cold. He glanced sideways at Austin, who was quietly fishing, then crossed his legs and sat down in a deck chair.
Night rested against the arm