Hm?
There were no blood-red Three Tomoe pupils like Sengoku had described.
Oh dear, this was troublesome~
Though it was somewhat abnormal for Celestial Dragons to step forward and vouch for these Uchiha.
But wasn't it perfectly normal for Celestial Dragons to do abnormal things?
There was really no way to tell, was there?!
Kizaru helplessly scratched his head.
"Misunderstanding my ass!"
Saint Rosward interrupted Kizaru's explanation, spittle flying:
"You Marines dare defy the descendants of the Creator! These Uchiha are honored guests of Mary Geoise! Anyone who dares question them again is challenging the World Government's highest authority!"
He roared himself hoarse, his face bearing the innate arrogance of a Celestial Dragon.
That expression, that tone, that logic—they were no different from how they usually threw their weight around in Holy Land Mary Geoise or Sabaody.
He did not consider the disparity in strength between himself and an Admiral at all.
So what if the other party could kill him in a single move? He was a Celestial Dragon, while the other was merely a lowly commoner.
Did he really dare lay a hand on him?!
The magma around Akainu's body surged violently once more as he stared fixedly at Saint Rosward.
He had heard what Sengoku said through the Den Den Mushi as well. He was no fool, and he had long sensed that something was wrong.
Since when did Celestial Dragons plead on someone else's behalf?
"What are you looking at, you lowly commoner? Are you thinking of attacking me? I sentence you to death!"
Seeing the vicious look in Akainu's eyes, Saint Rosward was neither afraid nor cowed. Instead, he angrily ordered his servants to carry the palanquin several steps forward.
Yoru had not completely controlled the actions of these Celestial Dragons with genjutsu. He had