Hidden Strength, Arena

"Your strength is plain for all to see. Please forgive this old man's earlier offense."

Seeing Fujitora undergo what seemed like a complete one-eighty, Lu Yu was filled with confusion. Then Fujitora slowly spoke.

"My lord, just as you said, some things in this world may not be true even if you witness them with your own eyes. Justice may not necessarily be justice, and evil may not necessarily be evil.

That is precisely why I needed to gauge whether you possessed the strength to face the uncertain storms of the future. Please forgive me."

After speaking, Fujitora actually dropped to one knee, expressing his submission to Lu Yu.

"I really don't understand what you people are thinking. What does my strength have to do with you? Don't try to drag me into this."

Without looking back, Lu Yu waved a hand and walked away. Fujitora rose from the ground as he watched him leave, his clouded eyes fixed on the distance while the corners of his lips curled slightly upward.

After returning from the small island to Dressrosa, Lu Yu did not go anywhere else. Instead, he wandered around the city.

He had nothing to do here during this time anyway, so he might as well take a good look at what interesting things were around.

That fruit factory he had visited before was nothing more than an ordinary place to Lu Yu. It held no value for him.

"Don't miss out, folks! Arena battles! The winner can obtain the Flame-Flame Fruit! The very fruit once possessed by Ace, whose powers were stripped away by the great Lu Yu!"

As he walked along the street, Lu Yu suddenly heard cries of promotion coming from the arena nearby.

Upon hearing this, a strange feeling suddenly arose within him.

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