"E... eloping???!!!"
Sengoku was completely petrified, his glasses nearly slipping off his nose.
His mouth hung open as he looked at Chief Officer Tsuru's expression, which seemed to say, "Isn't this perfectly normal?" He felt as though his entire worldview had suffered an unprecedented blow.
The news was like a massive boulder thrown into a tranquil lake, stirring up towering waves in his heart.
Garp let out a "Pfft" beside him, nearly spraying out the tea he had just swallowed. He hurriedly covered his mouth, his shoulders shaking suspiciously as he clearly struggled to hold back his laughter.
Tsuru remained calm on the surface, but inwardly she was ranting furiously. That little bastard Allen!!! He's getting bolder and bolder! He actually dared to "steal" Gion away in the middle of the night?! Without even calling out a word!
Rayleigh, tightly bound at the center of the execution platform by thick Seastone chains, appeared exceptionally "calm."
He kept his head slightly lowered, his silver hair obscuring part of his face, while what seemed to be a faint smile lingered at the corners of his lips.
His eyes were closed, as though he were resting—or perhaps gathering strength.
That composure secretly alarmed quite a few Marine Soldiers. As expected of the legendary Pirate King's right-hand man!
But inside, Rayleigh's thoughts were racing like a flood of scrolling comments. You little brat Allen!!! What time is it already?! Where are you?! Don't tell me you had too much fun with that little girl Hancock yesterday and forgot all about rescuing your beloved Uncle?!
Then, all sorts of scenes began surfacing uncontrollably in Rayleigh's mind.
Scene One: Allen had an arm around a bashful Yamato, sitting atop treasure chests piled high with Berry, drinking fine wine and eating roasted meat. Completely lost in the