"What happened?" some people asked instinctively.
Pressure—indescribable pressure. In an instant, the entire Kaido Pirates fell into an inexplicable oppression, a heavy sensation as though the heavens were about to collapse. It far surpassed so-called Conqueror's Haki; even Kaido let out a muffled grunt, utterly unable to resist it.
A long-absent sacred melody echoed across the sky. Five-colored divine light tore through the clouds, and amid the surging waves, a hazy, dreamlike splendor appeared.
An ethereal, melodious sacred sound arose. It sounded like some kind of entrance BGM, yet it was a sound naturally produced by heaven and earth.
A figure descended from the clouds, instantly becoming the focus of heaven and earth. Before this figure, everything seemed tiny and slow.
The hundreds of pirates went rigid the moment the figure appeared. An uncontrollable trembling rose in their hearts. The sacred aura stirred the sea, affecting the weather across a thousand miles.
Before the figure even landed, a wave surged from the sea to his feet, pushing him toward Kaido's ship like its most loyal servant.
The figure stepped onto the deck. Soft footsteps sounded, and heaven and earth seemed to resume turning in that instant. Everyone shuddered, only then waking from their stupor.
"Are you Kaido?" Shin asked calmly, his tone neither joyful nor sorrowful.
Yet the very tone in which he spoke already revealed his attitude. Shin hated being provoked for no reason, especially by those who were clearly weak yet arrogantly full of themselves.
It was like sitting on a balcony reading, only for a fly to keep buzzing around nearby. If it flew by once and left, that would be fine—but this fly had no sense of timing and kept hovering by your ear.
In such a situation, most people would likely rise impatiently and swat