Someone once proved through his actions that when you were out in the world, you could make up your own identity.
Seven was different. His identity came entirely from his crewmates' wild speculations.
Two years ago, when he received the training experience for the Thoughtless Sword, Seven had forcibly kept control of his body through sheer willpower and avoided falling unconscious.
This time, the Lunarian Bloodline transformation gave his body no time to react. It simply rebooted.
The system had initiated the bloodline transformation, plunging Seven into a deep sleep. Flames burned all around him, his hair was as white as snow, and indistinct wings of fire spread from his back...
After Mihawk described the scene and Fujitora filled in the gaps from his memories, they reached a conclusion—
Beelzebul was a member of the Lunarian Race.
The Lunarian Race, once known as gods.
Fujitora sighed with emotion.
"The World Government once issued a special bounty: anyone who reported the whereabouts of a Lunarian could claim a bounty of one hundred million Berries."
"As far as I know, no Lunarians have appeared on the sea for many years. If the World Government found out... the captain would face a relentless pursuit."
It all fit. Every last bit of it.
Mihawk finally understood why Beelzebul had opposed the World Government at every turn.
Two years ago on Lodestar Island, not long after eating the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, Beelzebul had dared to snatch prisoners right out of the World Government's hands.
Even though she didn't know who the prisoners were.
Two years later, she had set sail again and braved the Navy's Buster Call bombardment just to go to Ohara.
It was easy to understand why she'd joined the Roger Pirates and headed for the Final Island to uncover the lost history of