Golden Lion looked at the person in the mirror.
Brilliant golden hair flowed down from the top of his head. It was thick and glossy, gleaming like flowing gold.
He could not help but raise a hand to touch the top of his head.
The rudder that had plagued him for more than a decade, the shackle that had bound him, had now vanished completely.
He could feel that his long-dormant strength was slowly returning.
It had been too long, so long that it had started to feel unfamiliar.
"How does it feel?"
The interested question of some brat came from behind him.
"Wonderful!"
Golden Lion turned around, the corners of his mouth raised high. An incomparably radiant smile appeared on his face. "It has not felt this wonderful in years, in years!"
"Can you use Haki again now?" Bright asked.
Golden Lion raised his right hand and began to forcefully draw upon the power inside him that was beginning to revive.
After several seconds, invisible ripples began to coil around his palm.
That was, of course, Armament Haki.
A few more seconds passed. The Haki wrapped around his palm began to compress, finally adhering to the surface of his hand and becoming a layer of black substance.
Then ripples spread from the black substance, carrying a faint golden hue.
His Haki was flowing.
At last, Golden Lion furrowed his brow and let out a muffled grunt.
Tiny black bolts of lightning spread from his palm.
Conqueror's Haki Infusion.
"Oh, it looks like you have recovered pretty well."
Bright nodded.
"Even though more than a decade has passed, there is no way I would have forgotten these techniques."
Golden Lion snorted. "But do not tell me you cannot see it, brat. This is just for show right now. It has