The old man bowed slightly and paid the Straw Hat Man another salute.
"Yes!"
As soon as the words fell, the old man's body vanished in an instant.
In the entire pocket world, only the Straw Hat Man remained, standing quietly atop the lake alone, his gaze profound, no one knowing what he was thinking.
Suddenly, Wind God appeared within the pocket world.
Wind God looked at the Straw Hat Man with a complicated expression, saying nothing.
The Straw Hat Man noticed Wind God's presence, and his gaze slowly shifted onto him.
"You not getting lost?"
The Straw Hat Man's hoarse voice rang out.
The corner of Wind God's mouth twitched slightly as he looked around the pocket world.
Wasn't this fucking his territory?
Though Wind God felt somewhat indignant, he still held it in.
He simply could not afford to provoke the person before him.
Even Fire God had been nothing more than a fish in this man's hands.
And this man's identity...
It was an existence that even Wind God feared.
Wind God merely stared quietly at the Straw Hat Man without saying a word.
The Straw Hat Man also turned his gaze toward where Wind God stood, his brows furrowing slightly.
Had this kid gotten fucking arrogant?
Was it that he could no longer lift his blade, or that this brat no longer feared him?
The Straw Hat Man's hoarse voice rang out again.
"What the fuck are you looking at?!"
Wind God's expression stiffened slightly, then turned strange.
So this man could curse too.
He had thought he always acted like some lofty big shot.
Wind God looked behind him, then at the Straw Hat Man again, his gaze complicated.
"God of Light has emerged. The human race has no hope left. What are you still