"Then let's begin. There's plenty of food and drink. Enjoy lunch, then have a good time exploring Paros Island."
Hades took the seat of honor and declared their banquet officially underway.
"Whoa! I can't wait any longer. Let's eat!"
Roger reached for a huge steak, but a thick arm caught him by the wrist.
Newgate, seated beside him, turned with a hostile glint in his eyes.
"That's a dirty move, Roger!"
Roger had reached over to Newgate's table.
"Then let's make it a contest. If you can't finish yours, I'll help you out."
Roger flashed a toothy grin. Always eager for a game, he turned lunch into a competition with Newgate.
The moment he finished speaking, Roger's hands blurred as he grabbed the food before him and wolfed it down.
"Bring it on! I'm not losing to you, Roger!"
Newgate followed suit.
It was as though the two had started a Big Eater contest.
Caught up in their enthusiasm, everyone else dug into the food as well.
In truth, the tempting spread had left them ravenous already. Even Rayleigh, on Roger's other side, began eating faster.
Once they had finished, the pirate crews scattered to enjoy themselves around the Sky Arena and Paros Island.
Paros Island had no shortage of places to have fun.
As a local power in the Pluton Sea, the Witch's Banquet had established its headquarters on Paros Island.
Wealthy patrons, pirates, and even nobles streamed in and out of the Witch's Banquet club.
The vast entertainment complex offered gambling, saunas, hot springs, fine food, massages, and all kinds of other services. To countless visitors, it was paradise.
The Witch's Banquet's headquarters stood in western Paros Island. A cable car from the Sky Arena's tenth floor took visitors straight to its entrance.
The Swordsmanship Tournament also began