Donquixote

Lightning flashed across the sky over the North Blue.

Rock became a straight arc of electricity, streaking through the clouds.

He left the roaring wind behind him, cleaving the clouds like waves before a blade.

His Observation Haki spread like an invisible net, swiftly sweeping across the scattered islands, harbors, and shipping lanes below.

"I think... it was somewhere around here~"

The lightning bent slightly, then abruptly changed course and plunged downward.

Before long, the outline of an island rapidly expanded in his vision—

Harbor cranes, aging city walls, low buildings crowded together, and a main street stretching straight into the heart of the city.

It was a North Blue port city through and through.

—Spider Miles.

Yet what greeted him was none of the bustle and vitality a harbor should have had.

Instead, there was chaos, oppression, and undisguised fear hanging in the air.

"Run! They're here!!"

"What's going on?! What happened?!"

"Don't ask questions, outsider! Get out of here—it's the Donquixote Family!!"

Terrified shouts rose one after another through the streets, like a fuse catching fire.

The crowd instantly descended into chaos. Vendors knocked over their stalls in their scramble to escape, wooden crates tumbled, and fruit and merchandise scattered across the ground, but no one dared stop to pick anything up.

At the far end of the main street.

A group of people approached at a leisurely pace.

They stood in jarring contrast to the crowds fleeing in every direction.

At their head was a child.

His short blond hair stood out even beneath the North Blue's rather gloomy sky, as though deliberately demanding that everyone notice him.

Red sunglasses hid most of his face, leaving only the openly cruel, mocking smile at the corners of his mouth.

With both hands in his pockets, he swaggered forward