The moment Katakuri realized an enemy was attacking, he made many guesses about the enemy's identity, but Golden Lion was never among them.
Ever since this man had escaped from Impel Down all those years ago, he had vanished from the seas for more than a decade.
No one knew where he had gone, or even whether he was still alive.
Who could have guessed that he would suddenly appear and launch an aerial assault?
At the very least, Katakuri had never expected it.
"Golden Lion?"
Perospero, who had abandoned evil and turned over a new leaf at Katakuri's warm invitation, deciding to help his younger brother govern this country, stood dumbfounded. His tongue had even sprung from his mouth, stretched straight with shock.
"This bastard isn't dead yet?"
Perospero's impression of this man ran far too deep.
He was the eldest of the siblings, the first child Mother Charlotte Linlin had borne.
When the Rocks Pirates disbanded thirty-two years ago, Perospero had already been twelve. It could be said that he had spent his childhood aboard that pirate crew.
Naturally, he could not possibly be unfamiliar with Golden Lion, one of the Rocks Pirates' great officers.
Without question, in Rocks' era, the three pillars of the Rocks Pirates had been Rocks himself, Whitebeard, and the man before them.
Their mother Charlotte Linlin, along with the even younger Kaido, could only rank behind them in those days.
"So this opponent is truly an incredible senior, huh?"
Cracker, who had been eating just moments ago, immediately donned his Biscuit Armor, his tone somewhat grave.
The man known as the Flying Lion had not reached his peak with the Rocks Pirates, but afterward, during the era when he competed with Whitebeard and Roger for supremacy in the New World.
He had come