Starlight was obscured by the thick smoke rising from Dressrosa City, and the air was filled with the woody scent of burning timber.
On a broad street beneath the night sky, Senor Pink knelt on both knees, a half-burned cigarette between the fingers of one hand. Blood seeped from his knees, slowly soaking his black suit trousers.
A long blade rested diagonally across Senor Pink's shoulder. Before him, Tsugikuni Yoriichi lowered his gaze slightly, looking at the young man in sunglasses whose face remained calm.
He was somewhat different from the Donquixote Family officers Yoriichi had killed earlier. There was no fear or resentment on the young man's face. Yoriichi could not even see panic in his expression.
Putting everything else aside, that mindset alone was enough to make Tsugikuni Yoriichi give him a second look.
He was an unfamiliar pirate. Tsugikuni Yoriichi could not find any information about the young man before him in his memories.
There were not many people left from Doflamingo's pirate crew whom Yoriichi still remembered.
"This is the first plea for mercy I've heard today."
"Do you want to repent?"
"If you want to repent for the sins you've committed, I can give you some time."
Tsugikuni Yoriichi looked at Senor Pink and spoke.
Pirates were creatures who often begged for mercy when death was upon them. Over all his years sailing the seas, Yoriichi had heard plenty of pirates begging.
But the things those people said before death were all much the same. Nothing more than hoping Tsugikuni Yoriichi would spare them, swearing that they would never dare do it again.
Clearly, Tsugikuni Yoriichi had no interest in hearing such nonsense. Pirates who had already fallen beneath his blade deserved death. He hoped that, at the final moment of their lives, they would