"Extra! Extra!"
The deck was in an uproar. Brûlée, dressed in a striped shirt and headscarf, watched a News Coo land on the railing. She got to her feet, wobbling as she fished out a few thousand berries and bought all the newspapers in the bird's chest pouch.
"Looks like quite a lot has happened these past few days."
Brûlée sat back down cross-legged and handed out a few papers.
"The Explosion Pirates went after the Richest Group?"
"The Explosion Monarch is no ordinary man!"
"Gild Tesoro—the arrogant, flashy guy from last time? The Explosion Monarch actually failed to beat him?"
"Kaido and Big Mom showed up, too."
The group drank and discussed the news, looking over the papers.
They all knew the people featured in the news. They were all powerful figures, after all.
Gild Tesoro, in particular, had left a deep impression.
During the Flying Pirates' standoff, his entrance had been unbelievably flashy.
"Interesting!"
Roger set down his jug and looked at a newspaper, too.
He had first encountered Gild Tesoro in the Edowar Sea, and Tesoro's entrance had certainly made an impression.
But what interested him most were the two things Tesoro had said before leaving.
"Gol D. Roger, I've seen the future. You're not meant to die today. We'll meet again!"
"Shiki, if you leave now, you might escape disaster. Good luck!"
Both predictions had come true.
Roger hadn't died.
And he had never doubted that they would meet again.
What he truly cared about was the phrase, "I've seen the future."
Especially that strange, out-of-place feeling Tesoro gave off. It was peculiar—and deeply incongruous.
At an altitude of ten thousand meters, scattered islands floated in the sky.
In the buildings on the central island, Golden Lion puffed on a cigar and read the newspaper, blowing