The name Luffy.
Zunesha had previously heard it from Kong.
At the time, Kong had said that he had gone to another world.
Zunesha's answer had been that they could discuss it when he returned.
"How do you prove that what I just saw was real?" Zunesha asked after pondering for a moment.
"I can't. It depends on whether you believe it or not."
Sengoku looked directly at Zunesha, his expression calm as he answered.
That was also the issue with the exchange between the two sides.
Neither the authenticity of the Fate Projection nor the possibility that the young Luffy was Joy Boy could be proven.
Even if Zunesha saw Luffy with his own eyes, it would still be the same.
"In that case, I'll wait until he becomes Joy Boy and beats the 'Drums of Liberation.'"
Zunesha's voice was deep and heavy, carrying a hint of age.
He then turned to leave, intending to continue wandering this sea.
For him, waiting another dozen or so years was no big deal.
"Zunesha, please wait."
But Sengoku had never intended to return empty-handed.
Letting him see the Fate Projection had merely been an opportunity for him to join voluntarily.
Now that Zunesha had chosen not to believe, Sengoku could only convert him and take him away.
The task Lord Imu had assigned had to be completed.
[Hum------]
Suddenly, a Buddhist chant arose from the void.
At first, it was only a nearly imperceptible tremor, but it swiftly became a grand rhythm that filled heaven and earth.
It was as though the world itself were breathing.
The boundless night was torn apart, not by dawn, but by a light purer and more primordial.
Buddha light erupted outward like a sun centered on Sengoku.
Wherever it passed, the surging Abyss waves were