"This... this is an island, flying in the sky!" Kalifa was the first to lose her composure and cry out.
In her eyes, being able to make an entire island float in midair—
That alone was enough to prove that whoever had come was no ordinary person.
At the very least, Kalifa believed that if the other party became even slightly displeased and released the Devil Fruit ability controlling the island—
What awaited them would be an island falling from the heavens.
That single move would be enough to smash them all to pieces.
More importantly, as part of an intelligence organization like Cipher Pol No. 9, Kalifa was also responsible for organizing information much like a secretary.
Faced with the bizarre sight in the sky, a string of useful information immediately surfaced in her mind.
If she was not mistaken, the person capable of controlling this enormous floating island—
Was likely the man who had escaped Impel Down twenty years ago and vanished without a trace ever since.
The admiral of the Flying Pirates, Shiki the Golden Lion, wielder of the Paramecia-type Float-Float Fruit.
"Why do your expressions look so awful? Who exactly is he?"
Yamato could not help asking.
As someone who had grown up in Wano Country after it closed itself off from the world—
Yamato knew little about Shiki the Golden Lion, whose fearsome reputation resounded across the seas.
However, the moment those words fell, the hearty laughter that had been echoing between heaven and earth abruptly stopped.
The enormous island tore through the piled-up clouds, revealing the outline of a massive mountain.
A figure dressed in a golden robe and cape stepped forward through the air. He had a wild mane of golden hair like a lion's and a cigar clenched in his mouth.
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