A week later.
Vice Admiral Mosambia was waiting at the Marineford harbor. The Shichibukai members were about to arrive.
At first, Borsalino had sent a second lieutenant to greet them, but Sengoku had found out and sent Mosambia instead.
Mosambia stood at that moment with a Justice coat draped over his shoulders, watching a warship dock.
"Fufufu~"
"Marineford is just as magnificent as ever."
A young man with blond hair and sunglasses, wearing a pink feathered coat and pointed shoes, strode along with his legs spread wide and his feet turned outward. He looked so obnoxiously cocky he seemed to have forgotten everyone else existed, and he gazed at Marineford with a mocking grin.
"Donquixote Doflamingo."
At the harbor,
Mosambia watched the arrogant, unrestrained man, a hint of wariness flashing in his eyes.
"Fufufu, a Vice Admiral has come to greet us? Looks like there's an impressive big shot waiting for us inside!"
Doflamingo narrowed his eyes as he looked at the insignia on Mosambia's shoulder.
"Buffalo Aquit."
Right behind him came a tall, burly man who looked like a bull. He carried a golden spiked club over one shoulder and wore a ragged Viking-style leather skirt covered in patches, along with a horned helmet. A nose ring hung from his big nose as he surveyed Marineford with the air of a complete simpleton.
Even standing still, he radiated an intellectual pressure.
At first glance, he looked stubborn. At second, simple-minded. At third, poor. At fourth, extraordinary.
This blockhead gave off an aura unlike that of any normal person.
Put him in any crowd, and he'd shine like a star in the night sky.
What a handsome young man.
"Don't waste each other's time. Where's the meeting room?"
Doflamingo spoke again, not underestimating Aquit.
On the warship, the two of