"What just happened?"
Kuzan frowned and looked down beneath the iceberg.
The flowing water he had just frozen had turned into a pool again. That unnatural speed was nothing like ordinary melting.
And perhaps it was his imagination, but his posture seemed to have changed quite a bit.
It had happened not just once, but several times in quick succession just now.
He turned to Sengoku and the others.
"Hey, have any of you noticed something strange, like an illusion?"
"Kuzan, you noticed it too? I thought I was imagining things."
Beside Sengoku, Borsalino frowned, feeling increasingly unsettled.
A moment ago, he had been in front of Sengoku and the others, behind Toji Fushiguro. Yet without realizing it, he had returned to Sengoku's side.
He was not the only one. Everyone beside him had felt something similar.
"Just now, I felt a sort of displacement too. My body moved on its own, but I wasn't aware of it at all."
"Exactly. I felt it too, and more than once."
"Yeah! I'd barely taken a few swigs, but suddenly all my booze was gone."
"Kaido, isn't that just because you drank too much in one gulp?"
A commotion immediately broke out among the crowd.
Zhen'er frowned. His physical senses were far more sensitive than an ordinary person's, so he had felt it even more clearly.
Though he had neither awareness nor memory of it, his extraordinarily precise internal clock had unmistakably alerted him to the anomaly.
"Several seconds passed, but I didn't notice a thing."
He turned toward the others and saw the bewilderment on their faces.
Apparently, he was not alone. None of them understood what had changed either.
Drawing back his gaze, Zhen'er thought for a moment, then looked at Shisui beside him.
"Shisui, do you know anything?"
"Yes."