"Golden Emperor?"
Sengoku furrowed his brow and stared intently at the figure striding along a dazzling golden avenue of flowers. It certainly had that man's style.
Yet he had vanished without a trace for half a year, and even the Navy hadn't found any news of him.
Many people on the seas had thought the man was dead.
No one had expected him to return after half a year with an even more arrogant, flamboyant entrance.
"Sakazuki, what are you doing?"
Garp grabbed Sakazuki just as he nearly charged out.
"I'm going to kill him."
Sakazuki was heartbroken. His breathing was ragged, making the two weapons on his chest bounce.
Although he'd been a woman for over half a year, Sakazuki's manner hadn't changed at all. He still dressed as plainly as he had when he was a man.
He had no sense of feminine modesty, either.
As a result, he still dressed in a masculine style, leaving plenty of skin exposed.
Those few days every month were simply awful.
Right now, he just wanted to kill everyone in the Richest Group. The Golden Emperor and the Okama King were at the top of his list.
"We can't make a move in this situation."
Sengoku gazed toward the horizon. The Golden Emperor's appearance might cause a few changes, but it wouldn't make much difference in practice. With his strength and standing, he couldn't sway either the Flying Pirates or the Roger Pirates.
The gap between their forces was enormous.
In Sengoku's eyes, Chaos wasn't very strong.
He'd fought Big Mom half a year ago, but they all knew the Golden Emperor hadn't gained much from that battle—or, more accurately, he hadn't been a match for Big Mom at all.
What the Navy feared about the Golden Emperor was his wealth,