But judging by the masked man's condition, Kuta clearly hadn't felt any pressure. The masked man was another story.
The sweat dripping onto the deck was practically forming a river.
"N-no, I'm fine."
After several ragged breaths, the masked man swayed, bent over, and braced both hands against the railing. Beneath his mask, his face was filled with relief.
"Silver Hair really is powerful!"
The moment the letter vanished from his hand, immense pressure had fallen on him. With it came a presence so overwhelming it had nearly suffocated him. It was like an ant facing a Heavenly God.
If Kuta hadn't refrained from targeting him directly, he would have dropped to his knees in an instant, perhaps even passed out.
"With Silver Hair and the entire Silver Hair Pirates this powerful, can the World Government really handle them?"
Before meeting Silver Hair, he'd known the man was strong, but he hadn't believed he could shake the World Government.
Now that he'd seen him in person, he realized even the rumors had seriously underestimated Silver Hair's strength.
He might not have been as strong as an Admiral, but no one should have been able to nearly crush him with pressure that wasn't even aimed at him!
The Four Emperors couldn't do it. Red-Hair couldn't do it. Even the Five Elders couldn't do it.
But Silver Hair had.
He shook his head and stopped thinking about it.
Whether Silver Hair or the World Government won had nothing to do with him. He'd already decided to find some deserted place and never go to sea again.
He was tired. So tired.
The masked man straightened as though every ounce of strength had left him. Hunched over, he trudged away from the bow and disappeared into the cabin.
That instant of mortal danger