The man didn't know the full story. After all, the relationship between those two was far from ordinary.
They were both teacher and friend to each other, and their shared bond with Zephyr drew them closer still. Their personalities clicked, and they got along exceptionally well.
To keep Loa's sudden surge in strength hidden from the public, Sengoku had instructed the Westin Family's newspaper to make up whatever story it liked, so long as it concealed what had really happened.
Because Loa needed just a little more time.
If the pirates learned how strong Loa had become, they would surely swarm him and destroy him before he grew powerful enough to roam the seas unchecked.
As Sengoku had once said, Loa's talent couldn't be described as merely good or bad, genius or fool.
It was terrifying!
Even counting back a few months before Momonga first met Loa, Loa had possessed his Devil Fruit for only half a year at most.
Half a year!
In that time, he had gone from a frail handyman who couldn't hurt a fly to someone comparable to a Headquarters Vice Admiral, capable of standing against an Admiral when he unleashed his full power. What kind of monstrous talent was that?
Never underestimate the hatred between pirates and Marines, the power of the Underworld, or how low the World Government and the Dragon People would stoop.
Once Loa's talent became public, one life-or-death crisis after another would follow.
The tallest tree caught the strongest wind.
Sengoku even considered keeping Loa out of sight for a while and allowing him to graduate only after the attention died down.
But he dismissed the idea almost as soon as it occurred to him.
No powerful person grew up without setbacks. How could Loa see a rainbow without weathering the