New World, an unknown deserted island.
"Lord Kaido, Lord Kaido! Wake up, Lord Kaido... Didn't you want to change this world? Didn't you want to drag those high-and-mighty nobles into war? How can you fall here?! Cough, cough, cough..."
Crimson blood seeped from beneath his mask. King's face was pale; in order to get there faster, he had taken one of Yamato's sword slashes head-on.
At that moment, the flames on his back continuously repaired the horrifying wound, yet King seemed oblivious to it as he continued calling out to the barely conscious Kaido.
"Lord Kaido! Wake up..."
With a thud, King collapsed weakly onto the ground, the flames having consumed most of his strength.
In a daze, King woke once more and found himself back in the laboratory where he had endured endless pain and torment.
"Hey, I saw what happened just now. The pressure you've been enduring is at a truly terrifying level. You're one of the Lunarian Tribe, aren't you?"
"My name's Kaido. One day, I'll smash this world to pieces. Want to come with me?"
"Joy Boy? What's that? Freeing all the slaves and bringing laughter to people... sounds pretty amazing..."
"Are you still obsessed with finding Joy Boy?"
Facing the Kaido before him, King shook his head slightly, his eyes filled with determination.
"No, there's no need. I believe you are Joy Boy—the one who will change this world, Lord Kaido..."
His heart suddenly lurched, and waves of palpitations swept over him. When King jolted awake, the night sky was studded with stars, while Kaido beside him had yet to regain consciousness.
"Damn it, a doctor... I have to find a doctor. Where's the nearest doctor...?"
With difficulty, he tied Kaido to his back and flew off in a chosen direction with all his strength.