"Was he really that extraordinary? Thirty-eight years have passed since the Battle of God Valley. He should either be in his prime like Kaido by now, or an old man."
"Do not let your guard down. He has the Lineage Factor of the Op-Op Fruit in his possession and research capabilities no less than Vegapunk's. An immortal body is only a matter of time for him."
"Still, I never expected even this one to possess such strength. If not for his carefree nature, the future of this world would truly be impossible to predict..."
Saint Jaygarcia Saturn sighed before turning his gaze toward the figure behind Saint Figarland Garling.
"His bearing and strength undoubtedly make him the most fitting representative of the Celestial Dragons. But constrained by his age, he still cannot handle matters in an adult capacity..."
"Therefore, God's Knights, the strongest force under our command, will be placed under your personal leadership, Saint Figarland Garling."
With a careless look in his eyes, Saint Figarland Garling nodded lightly. His expression bore an eight- or nine-tenths resemblance to the Shanks in the image, save for the scar over his left eye.
"Since it is a request from the Five Elders, how could I dare refuse? But that child is proud and arrogant, after all. He inherited that man's bloodline..."
Bang!
The tea table overturned onto the floor. The Five Elders all wore grim expressions, while Saint Figarland Garling, aware that he had misspoken, fell silent. The room sank into silence.
"No matter what, he is the best candidate to destroy the Four Emperors, bring the era to an end, and extinguish the sparks of revolution. You must make him the Celestial Dragons' sharpest blade!"
Faced with the problem the Five Elders had thrown before him, Saint Figarland Garling repeatedly shook