"Good! Good!" Sengoku, usually so wise and composed, said it twice. That alone showed how excited he was.
With that, he blinked and handed the document to the Goat beside him. It crunched it up and swallowed it. Only after making sure not a trace remained did he clap his hands and breathe a sigh of relief.
Across from Sengoku, Zephyr had a Cigar in his mouth and looked amused. "Did you not hear me? Loa is already strong enough to go toe-to-toe with me. Do you really think he still needs you to hide the news to protect him? He can go wherever he likes now!"
That was the confidence Zephyr had earned as a former Admiral!
Known as Black Arm, he was a master of physical combat. He knew exactly how terrifying his strength was.
Quantity became quality. Once an individual's strength reached his level, there were very few people in the world who could stand against him.
Unless he ran into some Devil Fruit User with a bizarre power, the other person would be the one who came off worse.
And the new form of Haki Loa had developed himself was especially remarkable. Though it was still weak, its defensive and offensive power were more than double those of ordinary Haki.
Unstoppable fists and an unbreakable defense: with both, Loa would have a hard time finding danger on these seas.
Besides, those weren't even the main source of his fighting strength. His fruit power was fearsome too. It wasn't a Logia, but it could produce effects that rivaled one.
"If only it were that simple." Sengoku sighed wearily and lowered himself into his chair, holding the backrest.
"Hm? Has something happened?"
After decades fighting alongside him, Zephyr knew Sengoku would not have said that unless some unforeseen