Imu slowly rose and walked steadily toward the window, lifting his gaze slightly to look at it. Only after a moment did he speak in a near whisper: "Joy Boy, do you know? The new 'Davy' has found a helper who 'doesn't belong here.'"
He paused briefly, then continued, "According to the information pried from those insects, this person descended upon a village in the Maka Mountains about a year ago, dressed in strange clothing and covered in wounds... The insects said he was laughing maniacally at the time, as though he had finally broken free of something?"
Step, step, step...
A mysterious woman in a cloak approached to within three paces of Imu, knelt on one knee, and bowed her head. "Lord Imu, your orders."
Imu did not turn around. His gaze merely lowered slightly to the edge of the window frame's shadow, his tone even. "Still no word from Elbaf?"
"Lord Imu, there has been no word yet."
Silence washed through the room like a tide.
Only after a long while did Imu speak again. "Send orders to the Five Elders: closely monitor the 'Gum-Gum Fruit' user at sea. Capturing them alive is the primary objective. Unless absolutely necessary, do not take their life."
Yes, even if this generation's user was killed, the Devil Fruit would eventually be reborn, deliberately evade the World Government again, and be eaten by someone else. Then another cycle would begin.
"As you command, Lord Imu," the cloaked woman answered softly before withdrawing without a sound.
Elbaf, the Underworld.
Harald was no fool. The moment Ron said there were "another ninety-nine forms," he realized he had been played. Naturally, he would not stubbornly stand there and take the remaining ninety-nine Tailed Beast Bombs.
Rocks had remained silent throughout, neither exposing this numbers