Inside the training ground, the air seemed compressed to its limit.
Borsalino sauntered over to stand beside Sakazuki, his hands in his pockets. His sunglasses slipped down slightly, revealing a glimmer of intrigued interest behind the lenses.
He looked at the figure across from him, who appeared to be standing casually yet seemed to have the entire training ground under his control, and spoke in his usual drawn-out tone:
"Scary~"
Before his words had even fully faded—
"Boom!!"
Sakazuki had already moved.
He stomped the ground apart beneath his feet, sending rubble flying as he charged forward like a cannonball fired from its barrel.
In an instant, his right arm was completely engulfed in crimson magma. Scalding lava churned, swelled, and roared over his skin like a volcano forcibly awakened.
"Great Eruption—!!!"
His furious roar tore through the air.
His arm expanded completely, turning into a massive fist made of magma.
With the recoil of a volcanic eruption, the magma fist shot straight out!
The deafening roar shook the air—
The magma fist tore through the air, trailing blazing flames and carrying a destructive heat wave as it thundered violently toward Rock!
The outskirts of the training ground instantly erupted into chaos.
"Th-that thing?!"
"So this is the Magma-Magma Fruit?!"
"It's like a volcanic eruption...!"
The soldiers felt the heat wave hit them head-on, stinging their cheeks as though even the air in their lungs were about to burn away.
Sakazuki's gaze locked firmly ahead.
More than anyone, he knew what kind of existence stood before him.
So from the very beginning, he had never intended to hold back.
—That was his resolve now.
"Rumble—!!!"
The magma fist exploded violently where Rock had been standing, its thunderous blast shaking the heavens.
The ground was blasted into a huge crater. Rocks