Law was shaken. He had never considered this question. He had always viewed everything from his own perspective. Even when he occasionally guessed what his boss might be planning, it was only about what his boss might want to gain from him. Even Doflamingo's final defeat, Law had believed, was Uchiha Hikaru's way of winning his last bit of trust.
Yet Law had never considered that perhaps Uchiha Hikaru did not care that much. Perhaps all this time, he had merely been patiently testing him, and now, this was the final question of that test.
Whether he passed or failed would determine whether he was suitable for the position of Uchiha Hikaru's First Division Commander. Whether the name Trafalgar Law would have a place on the path of Uchiha Hikaru leading a magnificent lineup to awe the world would be decided at this moment.
That way of thinking, that depth of thought, was on an entirely different level from his own.
Law suddenly felt enlightened. The weary, gloomy heart he had carried for so long abruptly felt as though the vast sky had opened before him, waiting for him to soar. And the person who had helped him untie that knot was quietly watching from above that sky, waiting for his choice: to soar, or to part ways.
Law glanced back at Doflamingo. His hand gripping his sword tightened, loosened, tightened, loosened. After repeating this three times, he finally gave up on killing Doflamingo. "Lock this bastard away at the end of the world!"
Fujitora revealed a faint, gratified smile. A soldier behind him flicked his wrist and produced Seastone cuffs, stepping forward to shackle Doflamingo. "As you wish!"
Suddenly, an uproar broke out inside the underground factory, and countless screams erupted from the toys.
"What is this?" Law watched