Billowing smoke surged into the sky.
At the end of the ravine, a black-and-gold spear had pierced Issho's left shoulder, pinning him to a barren mountain in a wretched state.
Before he could struggle free, five more streaks of black-and-gold light shot toward him.
They pinned Issho's neck and limbs to the rocky cliff face.
His movements were completely restricted.
"It's too soon!"
Chaos slid over and hovered in midair in front of Issho.
By his reckoning, Issho should still need several years before becoming a Marine Admiral. This was far earlier than in the original timeline.
Compared with Sakazuki, Borsalino, and Kuzan, Fujitora was still much weaker at this point.
After all, thanks to him, Gai, the Marine Sisters had pushed themselves to improve more than once.
You could put it this way:
Fujitora hadn't yet reached the level he'd attained in the original timeline.
Of course~
Maybe Chaos had just gotten stronger.
Fujitora's ability really was terrifying, there was no denying it.
Unfortunately, it wasn't much of a problem for Chaos.
He was a man who had trained in outer space or on other planets for seven years.
"How about it? Want to join the Richest Group?"
His evil aura vanished. With one hand behind his back, Chaos looked at Fujitora.
The sword wheel behind him had disappeared, leaving only three halos revolving.
The sword wheel had been what bound Fujitora.
"What you started—the Cultivation Era—I admit that its benefits outweigh its drawbacks."
"But there's no denying that you don't care about people's lives."
"The Richest Group is, in the end, a criminal organization."
"So I refuse!"
Blood trickled from the corner of Fujitora's mouth as he regarded Chaos with grave sincerity.
He admitted that the Cultivation Era Chaos had started did more good than harm, but that