What Should We Do with Momonosuke?

Momonosuke crashed heavily onto the carpet. Though it was soft, his heart was ice-cold.

He never could have imagined that Kanjuro would betray him, betray the Kozuki Family, betray the Nine Red Scabbards.

He never could have imagined that Kanjuro was Kurozumi Orochi's man!

But the Revolutionary Army had clearly destroyed Kurozumi Orochi, yet Kanjuro had still surrendered and defected to the Revolutionary Army, determined to see him dead. Was there anything more illogical in this world?

Momonosuke's hands were bound behind his back. Thrown onto the carpet, he struggled to raise his head and see who his real enemy—his true "opponent"—actually was.

Then a clear, bright voice came from above his head.

"Twenty-one people in total? Has that been confirmed?"

"Yes, it has," a young man's low voice answered from behind him, sounding rather dejected.

"This old man has a question." An aged, slightly hoarse voice suddenly cut in, speaking from Momonosuke's left.

Momonosuke knew him. With a single move, he had pinned the cat and dog, two of the Nine Red Scabbards, to the ground and left them unable to move. He seemed to be a Press-Press Fruit user, a top-tier powerhouse in both ability and strength. Earlier, the two men who had been evenly matched against Zoro and Hawk Eyes had been suppressed almost instantly.

Having a powerful Devil Fruit really was something.

He burned with resentment. If he had Kaido's Azure Dragon Fruit or the Press-Press Fruit, how could he have fallen to such a state?

Just as he seethed, the aged voice suddenly rose in volume and asked loudly, "Did you foresee that the current situation would occur?"

His voice was fierce and impassioned, silencing the entire room. Everyone softened and slowed their breathing. No one had expected him to dare ask such a question—a