Crack—boom—
Thunder cracked, and a pillar of lightning descended from the sky.
But that pillar struck several kilometers away.
So on the big screen, Christa simply struck a pose, accompanied by a burst of sound effects.
Then nothing happened.
Everyone watched in bewilderment. What was she doing?
Only a handful of people knew just how terrifying that girl was, despite looking like a frail, easily bullied girl next door.
That was the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, reputed to be the strongest Logia fruit.
Combined with Randall's words, it could only mean someone had come to raid the execution grounds.
At the execution grounds on Grey Island, a pillar of lightning crashed down, exposing a figure.
He held an axe and dispelled the lightning with a casual sweep.
Once forced out of hiding, he crossed several kilometers in a few flickering movements.
Randall narrowed his eyes at that extraordinary speed.
He was absurdly fast—just a tiny, enormous bit short of surpassing Randall.
Christa also noticed something unusual about the newcomer.
She frowned.
For one thing, he wore a pair of small sunglasses. One look told her he was no good.
And his weapon was an axe.
This had to be Scopper Gaban.
A man whose fame rivaled Rayleigh's.
But hadn't the information she received said this guy relied purely on Body Arts?
Garp and Sengoku had spent their lives fighting the Roger Pirates. Surely their intelligence couldn't be wrong.
Christa glanced at Randall, deep in thought.
Was her brother so strong that these people had lost confidence and sought out Devil Fruits?
"You must be Blue Crystal. A true young hero."
Gaban's lips curled, and he made no attempt to conceal his imposing presence.
The soldiers around him felt that pressure, their hearts growing heavy.
Behind his sunglasses, Gaban's eyes turned toward Rayleigh.