At Domino's words and her grief-stricken sobs, Fujitora's breathing grew heavy. Even the Marines around him could feel his anger.
The Marines around Fujitora were stunned. Mr. Issho was usually approachable and gentle with his subordinates, but now he looked ready to tear someone apart.
"Mino-chan, can you remember anything else? Uncle Issho will make sure you get justice."
Domino stopped crying and looked up at the kindly elder through her tears.
"I can't, Uncle Issho. I'm scared to remember. My instincts tell me something terrible happened."
Fujitora tapped the ground with his Cane Sword, then sighed.
"People of this island, I'm sorry. I'm going to be selfish this once."
With that, a ring of pale purple ripples spread from Fujitora, racing outward.
Everyone the ripples passed over shuddered and felt a sudden unease, but suffered no other discomfort.
Fujitora was searching the island for the person who had attacked Domino. He was trying to sense his presence.
Though he was blind, his senses were extraordinarily sharp. If Werther had not wrapped himself tightly in Observation Haki, he could never have escaped detection. Even then, Fujitora had nearly found him.
Werther had just taken out a Den Den Mushi and was about to call Buffalo to pick him up when he felt an unfamiliar wave approaching from behind. He sprang in the opposite direction on instinct, as nimble as a leopard.
Unfortunately, the wave was too fast. Werther failed to dodge it.
The moment it washed over him, Werther knew Fujitora had found him.
Werther took the Dragon Cloak from his Pocket Watch and slipped Intent Blood into his belt.
Now that he had been found, a fight was his only option.
Still, his opponent's speed impressed him. The distance from the rescue to the place where Lopez's death had