Allen appeared silently amid ripples in space. After landing, he quickly reached up and messed up his hair slightly, deliberately creating the illusion that he had rushed back in a panic.
Then, a complex expression of grief, regret, and anger rapidly formed on his face. Taking long strides, he headed straight for Hiyori, who was arranging flowers in a pavilion by the shore.
"Hiyori! Hiyori!"
Allen's voice carried just the right amount of trembling and hoarseness, as though he had endured a fierce and heartbreaking struggle.
He rushed forward and grabbed Hiyori's delicate shoulders. His movements were slightly exaggerated, yet seemed filled with endless urgency.
"I... I just arrived at Punk Hazard! But... I was still too late!"
Allen took a deep breath, as if gathering immense courage, yet finding the words difficult to say. "I saw... I saw your brother, Momonosuke... He... he..."
The flower branch Hiyori had been handling fell to the ground with a clatter. Her beautiful eyes flew wide open, filled with incredulous terror. Her voice trembled as she asked, "B-Brother? What happened to him, Lord Allen?!"
Allen began pounding his chest and stamping his feet. He hit himself so hard that he nearly actually hurt himself.
Gritting his teeth, he spoke with righteous indignation. "It was a pervert wearing an absurdly flashy pink feather coat! Yes, that Shichibukai, Doflamingo!"
"With that disgusting String-String Fruit ability of his, he... he cruelly killed your brother like a puppet on strings!"
"I did everything I could to stop him, but... that bastard ran faster than that thief Kizaru! I only managed... I only managed to get this back!"
As he spoke, he held the braid he had prepared beforehand out before Hiyori.
At the right moment, Allen revealed an expression of "self-blame" and "helplessness." At the same time,