Sakazuki: Who... Who... Who Did This~
Golden light gathered in midair. Borsalino looked down at the rugged ravine whose terrain had been reshaped, furrowed his brow, and dispersed into specks of light. When he reappeared, he was already on the ground.
"Rear Admiral Borsalino!"
The two pale-faced vice admirals breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Borsalino appear.
"Did Gild Tesoro leave?"
Borsalino looked around, but couldn't sense that arrogant fellow's presence.
Looks like I'm late again.
"Gild Tesoro rescued the Sun King half an hour ago."
One of the vice admirals, bandages wrapped around his body, coughed and replied.
"What about Sakazuki?"
Borsalino was a little surprised. That guy was quite ruthless, after all. He'd thought all these Marines had been killed, but it didn't look like they'd suffered many losses.
Sakazuki had probably held off Gild Tesoro's attack.
"Well..."
In response to Borsalino's question, the two vice admirals and the remaining Marines wore expressions that shifted uneasily, as if they found it difficult to speak and were feeling awkward.
"Hmm?"
Borsalino's heart skipped a beat. Had Sakazuki been killed?
But as the Marines parted to make a path, Borsalino looked down it. His lecherous face gradually filled with astonishment, then his eyes widened and he looked as if he'd seen a ghost.
At the end of the path lay a woman in a sorry state.
Her long black hair was tousled and spread across the ground. Her delicate features had a touch of masculine toughness, and even the dirt couldn't hide her heroic spirit, which was every bit a match for a man's. Her skin was also fair and smooth.
Even unconscious, she had a bold, spirited air about her.
A justice coat covered her body. Even so, her chest stood proudly; her assets were at least