The tense, thrilling talent show had come to an end. Every division had selected its final winner.
The Giant Tribe, Tontatta, Longarm Tribe, Longleg Tribe, Snakeneck Tribe, Mink Tribe, Fish-Man Island, and humans—eight different races, eight winners who had emerged victorious after fierce competition.
These eight people would form the world's first purely idol group.
And a week later, they would hold their first group performance in Dressrosa.
"Don't say I never looked out for you, Bright."
That was what Tesoro said when he called. "This performance will probably draw far more spectators than the last one. Having them travel to Fish-Man Island wouldn't exactly be safe."
For either side.
The journey to Fish-Man Island was not safe.
And Fish-Man Island was also worried that they would bring danger with them.
"I don't mind."
That was Bright's reply. "But you'd better be careful not to let anything go wrong. The New World has no shortage of maniacs."
What if some audacious pirate went to Dressrosa intending to kidnap the newly formed rising stars?
It was not impossible.
Although everyone now knew that the Seven-Corner Alliance was a colossal force capable of making the entire world tremble, people died for wealth just as birds died for food. There was no shortage in this world of bastards who feared neither heaven nor earth.
"Don't worry."
Tesoro's voice suddenly turned cold. "Anyone who dares interfere with my business won't live to see the next day's sun!"
"Besides, isn't the great Emperor of the Deep Sea himself there?" Tesoro quickly returned to his usual playful tone, grinning as he spoke. "Fish-Man Island surely wouldn't feel comfortable letting Her Highness the Queen come over just like that, right?"
Bright had snorted. "Brother Jinbe will escort Queen Otohime there."
"Jinbe? That will be enough too."
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