Risking My Life!

Mirai and his group braced themselves against the wind and sand, making their way step by step toward where Luffy and the others were. Shanks seemed a little nervous. Ten years had passed since they last met, and he missed Luffy dearly. Strange as it was, Shanks had never cared so much about anyone else. Only Luffy—he was practically like Shanks's own little brother, and Shanks treated him unbelievably well.

Luffy and the others spotted Mirai's group as well, and immediately tensed up, preparing for battle. Ordinary travelers would not have made them this wary, but Mirai's group looked far too imposing, both in the way they dressed and the way they walked. Especially Mirai at the front: he wore a black high-collared coat, his unruly black hair billowing in the wind as though the raging sandstorm could not affect him in the slightest. The hair over his forehead covered one eye, and the Heavenly Cloud Sword hung at his waist. No matter how one looked at him, he radiated sheer dominance. The others were no less imposing—Shanks with his red hair, Asama Ryoma with his long black hair, and Lucky, the fat man who was still constantly eating.

Come to think of it, Yasopp's son was Usopp, wasn't he? Mirai cast a thoughtful glance at Yasopp behind him, wondering what kind of scene it would be when father and son met. That guy was not particularly strong. He had barely mastered a little Armament Haki, but his physique was not much to speak of, so he was having the hardest time out of everyone.

Before long, the group arrived in front of Luffy and the others. Even the wind and sand could no longer block either side's view. Luffy had completely turned into a listless monkey, sprawled on the