Fujitora's entrance made Shiki feel a sense of danger.
The ability to hold a warship steadily suspended in the air with a mere wave of his hand seemed to be the natural counter to the Float-Float Fruit.
In an instant, every gaze in the sky and on the ground gathered on Fujitora.
This middle-aged man, who had only recently joined the Marines, officially entered the eyes of the many Marine elites and pillars of the organization in such a setting.
As he felt the gazes coming from all directions, Fujitora remained calm. The cane sword in his hand slid out of its sheath once more.
He gripped the sword in reverse and drew a purple ripple in front of him, sending it soaring along a curved trajectory.
Then, he slowly sheathed the cane sword.
Clang—
The crisp sound of the sword returning to its sheath drifted away with the wind.
High in the sky, the clouds were suddenly dyed red by firelight, drawing everyone's attention.
"What's that?!"
A commotion suddenly broke out among the Marines.
They all looked up in alarm as a massive meteor wrapped in scorching flames burst through the clouds and headed straight for the island ship floating in the air.
And this meteor was naturally Fujitora's doing.
What a monstrous existence.
The Marines thought this to themselves.
Directly ahead of the island ship.
Shiki looked up at the meteor coming straight toward him.
The firelight reflected in his eyes, slightly dampening his previously overbearing arrogance.
"How could someone with this level of strength remain unknown?"
Ignoring the threat posed by the meteor, Shiki glanced at Fujitora on the ground from the corner of his eye and slightly furrowed his brow.
With the information he currently possessed, there was no one called Fujitora in it at all.