Underworld-
A frozen wasteland, a white expanse battered by wind and snow. A young Giant far taller than an ordinary one was bound from head to toe in enormous chains, pinned beneath the roots at the base of the World Tree.
"...!?"
-That Haki! Is it that coward, Red-Haired? No... what is this!?
He raised his head, clad in a black helmet with two enormous, demonic horns. Thick layers of bandages covered his eyes, but he still "looked" toward the Sun Realm.
Sun Realm, West Village-
Sephiroth had not added anything extra with Emotion Absorption. He had used only his own Conqueror's Haki, controlling it precisely and concentrating most of the pressure on Hajrudin.
After all, Colon, a little boy, was still there. Besides, knocking out a whole crowd of Giants would have come across as picking a fight.
But Road, the New Giant Warrior Pirates' Navigator who liked skulking around, seemed to have some talent for sensing things. He fell to the ground in fright, then got laughed at by the other Giants.
"He has remarkably precise control over that Conqueror's Haki-"
Dorry watched Hajrudin struggle to resist, his expression grave.
As a Giant hero, he could sense the sheer strength of that presence better than his ordinary brethren. By his rough estimate, it was on the level of the Four Emperors.
"Gababababa-he's still young, not even eighty. He might become a hero himself someday."
Brogy looked rougher than Dorry, but he actually had the gentler disposition.
Barring unusual circumstances, Giants generally did not enter their prime until they were over 150.
Their strength classifications were not particularly clear-cut, either. Broadly speaking, they were divided into warriors, century-old veterans, heroes, and chiefs.
The king of the Giants stood in a class of his own.
Once heroes and chiefs reached