"I thought that was a little conservative too."
Noah shrugged and pointed toward the sky. "In that case... could it be a satellite in low Earth orbit a thousand kilometers up, monitoring everything around the clock?"
"Or perhaps every Den Den Mushi in the world is actually one of your eyes and ears, including the one I'm carrying in my pocket right now?"
"That would be a little too exaggerated."
The corners of Imu's eyes curved as he raised an index finger. "Look."
Buzz!
The air around them suddenly trembled faintly. Everything before Noah's eyes seemed to be covered by a hazy layer of glass.
Imu, standing so close by, also seemed separated from him by something. His slender willow-like figure swayed slightly beyond rippling reflections.
"Glub glub..."
Noah instinctively opened his mouth, only to spit out a string of bubbles.
His expression changed at once as he realized what that nearly transparent filter-like membrane truly was.
He looked around.
His body was trapped inside a five-meter-square "Water Prison." Fishy, salty, damp... the sensations on his tongue and in his nostrils were incomparably familiar.
"A Logia—the Ocean Fruit."
Imu rested his chin on his hand, admiring the changes in Noah's expression. "As long as I wish it, all the seawater in the world becomes a medium through which I can extend my Observation Haki. So... are you satisfied with that answer?"
Noah did not reply. He merely tried to pass his hand through the barrier of the seawater prison.
Yet the sensation in his palm was like striking an incomparably hard wall. He put in a little force... but even with his physical strength alone, he found it difficult to break through.
"You are not the first person to barge into this place."
Ignoring Noah's futile attempt, Imu clasped his