Boom.
Suddenly, the prison's heavy gates were violently destroyed from the outside. Splintered wood and twisted iron bars flew everywhere. Sunlight poured in at once, making Aramaki instinctively narrow his eyes behind his sunglasses.
A tall figure walked in against the light. Silver hair streamed behind him, and his aqua-blue pupils gleamed like two cold stars in the dim cell.
Adams looked at the dispirited, bedraggled man in the cell, who still radiated immense vitality. Without any needless pleasantries or probing, he got straight to the point.
"Aramaki, come with me. It'd be such a waste for you to keep rotting away in a place like this."
Interrupted in the middle of his painful memories, Aramaki slowly raised his head. His gaze behind the sunglasses swept coldly over Adams's young, handsome face as he sneered.
"Where'd this brat come from... I'm doing just fine here. There's no need for me to go with you."
Having been imprisoned for years, he had naturally never seen Adams's bounty poster and, of course, did not know who he was.
Adams was not surprised by Aramaki's refusal. His face showed that he had expected as much.
He raised a hand lightly, and the ground surged as if it were alive. In an instant, an ancient, imposing throne of earth and stone formed out of thin air. He sat on it with an air of command, standing in stark contrast to the filthy prison around him.
"I've looked into your past, and I deeply sympathize with what happened to you."
Adams's voice was steady, without the slightest hint of insincerity.
"But have you ever considered that the root cause of this tragedy might have been the maker of the order you fear—and have begun to 'accept'—the World Government?
"If they hadn't created that damned Heavenly