Unless you truly stood before Akainu, you would never know just how oppressive the man called Sakazuki was.
When the Marine admiral's gaze swept over Long Yi, even the youth who had survived several brushes with death felt an illusory burning pain.
Like scorching magma, it burned across every inch of his skin.
"Cough, cough."
A sudden light cough interrupted Akainu's pressure on Long Yi. Sengoku wore a gentle expression, ignoring Akainu's hostile gaze. Looking at Long Yi, who had grown considerably taller over the past half year, he smiled faintly.
"I already know about what happened in the North Blue. Well done, Ensign Long Yi."
Hearing this, Long Yi immediately straightened up and gave a solemn salute.
"Those were things I should have done, Fleet Admiral!"
Though he temporarily let out a breath of relief, Long Yi did not dare relax.
He had thought he was merely returning this time to report to Sengoku. Who would have expected Akainu to be waiting here specifically for him? Faced with the obvious pressure radiating from Akainu, the youth felt utterly baffled.
I didn't offend him, did I?
Muttering to himself, Long Yi felt a headache coming on.
"Hey, Sengoku. This is Mr. Issho."
Zephyr seemed to notice Long Yi's awkwardness. His mouth twitched as he deliberately stepped forward a few paces, placing himself between Akainu and Long Yi. Turning half his body aside, he revealed Fujitora behind him.
"Mr. Issho, hello."
Although Sengoku had long heard that a powerhouse no weaker than an admiral was accompanying Long Yi, he still could not help but lose himself for a moment when he saw Fujitora in person.
Such monstrous powerhouses were not easy to come across, yet this one had unexpectedly formed a connection with a brat like Long Yi.
"Letting a stranger