Including Kuina and the Ahua Trio.
After all, the unknown always brought fear.
They weren't afraid, but they were a little nervous.
"Yes. It drains time."
Kuta took out his Wine Gourd, tipped his head back for a drink, then continued.
"I don't know what Devil Fruit that soul ate, but I sensed the malice, madness, and ancient weight of years coming off her from far away."
"And this village..."
Kuta lowered his hand and looked toward the village entrance, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. "It isn't empty. It's full of souls—souls brimming with malice."
"Those souls must be controlled by another Devil Fruit User."
Even the soul that could drain time was probably controlled by the figure who had met his gaze from afar.
Only someone that powerful could control such a formidable soul.
It seemed she was a soul whose Devil Fruit had not been reborn after her death.
Rubbing his chin, Kuta thought back to Kabuli's warning in his final moment of clarity. He had a rough idea of what had happened.
The story Kabuli had told, and what he had experienced, might both have been real.
But that had all happened more than a decade ago, perhaps even earlier.
Long ago, a woman who had eaten a time-related Devil Fruit might indeed have come here dressed as a church nun.
That nun might have been the woman in Kabuli's story, or she might have been the woman's daughter.
She had come here and used the Time-Time Fruit to drain everyone's time.
But the story had not ended with Kabuli regaining his senses and going outside to seek a way to survive. Everyone in the town had died.
Then, whether the powerful figure who made Kuta feel pressured had happened to pass by or had