A Little Ungrateful

As Imu remarked that Oak had grown stronger, his gaze shifted, sweeping across several points around them. It passed over Garp and Aokiji; in a sense, those two were considered his own people, so his eyes merely flickered over them without lingering. Instead, his gaze stopped at a spot above Loguetown.

At that spot, a green hurricane was blowing. The Dragon hidden within broke out in a cold sweat the instant he felt that gaze upon him.

"Drip..."

Several drops of cold sweat fell from the hurricane.

He found me?

Just as Dragon thought this, an overwhelmingly powerful aura descended upon him, bringing a nearly suffocating pressure. That confirmed it for Dragon—he had truly been discovered.

His figure even flickered faintly within the hurricane, as though he were about to be forced out. Under that aura, he felt his Devil Fruit power showing signs of being suppressed.

He could suppress his ability from afar with Conqueror's Haki? He could actually do that much?

Dragon was incredulous. He was certain he was no match for the monster who had appeared later. More sweat dripped from his forehead, but fortunately, Oak was confronting the other side, which let him breathe a sigh of relief. The other side had no spare attention to attack him, but he still had to leave as soon as possible. His gaze swept over the ice below, and his body turned into a hurricane before vanishing in a flash.

Naturally, Imu, who was possessing Gunko, noticed his departure. Imu also knew that he was the leader of the Revolutionary Army and, after Roger, the greatest destabilizing factor threatening the World Government's rule over the world. Under normal circumstances, Imu would never have allowed him to leave, but now...

Imu looked across at Oak. Oak's aura had him firmly