"Honestly, those damned brats were an even greater threat than the Whitebeard Pirates and the Revolutionary Army!!"
"They really were a bunch of bastards!!"
"Hahahahahaha... Everyone, calm down. Hadn't we prepared for this long ago??"
"In our plans, those brats were meant to get involved anyway."
"Don't worry. Lord Im would definitely deal with them. Let's stay calm."
Just as everyone was growing worried, one of the Gorosei spoke with remarkable composure.
No matter how strong their opponents were today, or how many there were.
As long as Lord Im made a move, there would only be one outcome for those people.
Death.
Everyone was absolutely certain of that.
Imu's Predicament
"Hahahahahaha! Today's battle really was extraordinary. My proud attack actually had no effect at all."
In the void, Fujitora wore a helpless, bitter smile.
Though he could not see, his Observation Haki clearly sensed just how terrifyingly sharp that slash had been.
"Looks like this battle definitely won't be as easy as we imagined."
Thinking of this, Fujitora felt somewhat helpless as well.
"Hehehehe... But if that's all you've got, I'm afraid it's still not enough."
Just then, an incomparably terrifying Blood Colored Slash cleaved toward Fujitora.
"If you think you can deal with me using something like this, then you're underestimating me!!"
As soon as he spoke, Fujitora's Staff Sword shot from its sheath, carrying immense power as it directly blocked the Blood Colored Slash.
After doing all that, Fujitora slowly sheathed his Staff Sword.
At the same time, almost in an instant.
Countless Top Strong People below simultaneously locked their gazes onto him.
"Hehehehe... So it really was this guy!!"
The Sword-wielding Gorosei snorted coldly. His guess had indeed been correct.
It was that Blind Swordsman.
"Hahahahahaha... So I was still found."
Fujitora shook his head helplessly.