The big shots waited a while before Randall finally arrived.
Christa pattered along behind him on her short little legs.
Randall was still holding several chunks of meat on the bone, eating as he walked.
He raised one to his mouth and stripped it clean. When he pulled it out, only the bone remained.
His mouth looked as though he had eaten the Gum-Gum Fruit...
As the big shots watched in amazement, a pile of meat larger than Randall himself disappeared into his stomach in the blink of an eye.
And Randall's stomach was like a black hole, not bulging in the slightest.
It was worth mentioning that the hand Randall held the meat with was coated in Armament Haki, so it hadn't gotten greasy.
When Randall arrived and saw all the big shots, he was a little confused.
After saluting them, he looked at Zephyr, silently asking for an explanation.
Zephyr cleared his throat and said:
"Well, about your request, Sengoku has approved it.
But he has one condition. He wants to see your strength for himself."
Randall nodded thoughtfully.
Zephyr must have told Sengoku about his strength, but the cautious Sengoku only trusted his own eyes.
He could understand Sengoku's thinking. After all, his strength had grown in leaps and bounds so quickly that any normal person would find it hard to believe.
If someone's friend told them he'd seen Ultraman, they'd find that hard to believe too...
Even if that friend was their closest friend.
But understanding was one thing. Randall rolled his eyes and gave Zephyr a sidelong look.
Didn't you swear there wouldn't be any problems, old man?
And sure enough, the unexpected happened anyway?
The meaning in Randall's gaze was far too obvious. Zephyr awkwardly deployed a tactical cough and said:
"Well, uh..."
But