As core members of Marine Headquarters, Sengoku and the others naturally knew the World Government inside and out.
They knew especially well about the Void Throne in the palace hall. Not only did they know it had been built jointly by twenty kings eight hundred years ago, but they also knew that after the world had been pacified, those original twenty kings had unanimously vowed that no one would ever sit upon the throne or become a dictator.
Yet now, the Void Throne, empty for eight hundred years, had a master—and they didn't even know what that person looked like.
As if Imu knew what the six of them were thinking, Imu spoke again. "Now that you've chosen to follow Akira, whether I sit upon the Void Throne makes no difference to you!"
After a slight pause, Imu turned to look at Akira. "I'm curious about you. When I first sensed you unleashing Conqueror's Haki, I thought that man had returned."
"But clearly, you're not that man. And you're certainly not Nika!"
At that, Imu abruptly changed tack, raising their voice by two notches. "So, who are you? Where did you come from, and where do you intend to go?"
Akira's brows furrowed slightly. Then he looked up at the figure seated upon the throne. "Before asking who someone else is, shouldn't you remove your mysterious veil and let us see your true face? After all, this is supposed to be a fair conversation—"
Before he could finish, two nearly tangible beams of black and red light suddenly burst from Akira's eyes, enveloping Imu.
The next second—
Akira shot through the air and appeared in front of Imu, reaching for the veil covering Imu's face with lightning speed.
"Impertinent!"
Though Akira's attack had caught Imu off guard, and his speed