The Blue-Green Gale swept through, and Werther and the other two stopped attacking Red-Haired.
"Dragon."
The moment Werther felt the wind rushing toward him, he knew who had arrived.
"Golden Lion, a powerful enemy just showed up. You and Doffy can hold him off, right?"
Werther looked at Golden Lion. A cigar hung from his mouth, and a smile played at his lips.
"Kid, what are you talking about? As if I need anyone's help."
Thin blue smoke curled before Golden Lion's face. The Great Pirate of old still cut an extraordinary figure.
"Is that so? If you've gotten used to your new legs, go give it a try."
Golden Lion now held a sword in each hand instead of using them as substitutes for his legs.
Tuski had transplanted new legs onto Golden Lion long ago.
That was part of why Golden Lion was so willing to fight alongside Werther.
Before Hawk-Eyes, Golden Lion had been the strongest Swordmaster. But after losing his legs, he had been forced to use his swords, Kogarashi and Sakura Ten, in their place.
Werther knew better than anyone what that meant to a Great Swordsman.
Feet could never match the dexterity of hands. With both swords out of his hands, Golden Lion had lost at least sixty percent of his strength, perhaps even more.
The Float-Float Fruit merely supported Golden Lion's Swordsmanship. His true strength lay in his swordsmanship, not the fruit.
Golden Lion crossed his blades. Kogarashi scraped against Sakura Ten, sending out a clear metallic ring.
Half a broken ship's wheel was lodged in Golden Lion's head. Together with his golden coat and long golden hair, it made him look rather like a rooster.
Tuski could have removed the broken wheel, but Golden Lion had refused.
Werther had a vague idea