Pluton Hades

Few people came to see them off from Hachinosu. Only Newgate was there.

Hades did not know many pirates on the island anyway.

A solitary throne stood encircled by nine dragon heads.

The pirate ship got underway, slowly leaving the harbor. It turned, and its pirate flag rose.

Looking around at the pirates, Hades laughed with excitement. "Mates, from this moment on, the Pluton Pirates are officially formed!"

"Pluton!"

"Pluton!"

At Hades's words, every pirate cheered and raised their weapons high.

The Pluton Pirates. What an imposing name, taken from the legendary Ancient Weapon, Pluton.

And to Hades, "Pluton" suited him even better.

Pluton Hades! Wasn't that right?

Hades desperately wanted to break free of the shackles his father had placed on him. If nothing unexpected happened, he would inherit the title of "Grim Reaper" as he grew stronger.

But he did not want that. He would rather choose a title for himself first.

From the moment he chose to found the Pluton Pirates, the title of "Pluton" was destined to become his.

Did he not deserve it?

No one doubted him. Hades had already proven his strength and potential.

Even if he was not worthy of it now, one day he would be.

Behind the scenes, the Kronos Kingdom's publicity offices would spread the news too.

It was a bit of a shame for Rayleigh, though.

Rayleigh, who had yet to come into his own, had no idea someone had claimed his future title first.

Far away, the Roger Pirates were holding a banquet on an unfamiliar island when the usually composed Rayleigh suddenly sneezed.

"Am I catching a cold?"

Rayleigh rubbed his nose, puzzled. He felt as though he had lost something.

The Farazul left Hachinosu before countless watching eyes, without a trace of reluctance.

No one knew