King Neptune, ruler of Ryugu Palace, had been waiting for quite some time. When he saw a procession dressed in incomparably luxurious attire, with a dazzling ceremonial guard, slowly entering Fish-Man Island's plaza, Neptune and his loyal ministers almost had the illusion that the Celestial Dragon themselves had arrived.
If Jinbe had not informed him beforehand and repeatedly stressed that this was an extremely serious matter—one that concerned Fish-Man Island's very survival—Neptune would never have agreed to put on this act. Nor would he have known that someone in this world could possess such poised and regal bearing, even nobler and more aloof than the Great Nobles, to the point where looking at him once more felt like a desecration.
But when Neptune went forward and was about to offer some opening remarks, he suddenly heard what Uchiha Hikaru said. His heart jolted, and he nearly dropped the scepter in his hand.
What did he mean by telling them to attack without worry? Could there really be some earth-shattering spectacle?
Although Jinbe had repeatedly warned him that a battle involving tens of thousands would break out, King Neptune had not truly taken it to heart. In his view, no matter what dangers Fish-Man Island might conceal, how could a hundred thousand people possibly be hiding here without his knowledge?
Yet Hikaru's utterly confident expression made Neptune increasingly uneasy.
"When the time comes, it'll be up to you." Law, dressed in golden armor, said, "A hundred thousand people isn't a small number. I can't handle them, anyway. If things really get out of hand, we can always surrender!"
Neptune's heart trembled again. Who was this fellow? How could he say something so spineless? If a battle of that scale truly broke out, would these people really surrender?
As he thought about