The port district of Ruluka Island was already engulfed in battle. If the Mechanical King had not led Titans' Automated Control Legion to the rescue in time, the Marines would have been at a serious disadvantage.
However, Bondrewd's Praying Hands had all been pinned down on the docks by the robot soldiers, and the situation had improved considerably.
Held back by Issho's Flying Slash, Golden Lion had failed to intercept the Mechanical King in time.
"...Damn it..."
He watched as the Mechanical King, his opponent from the battle of Gold City, charged straight into the Rainbow Mist.
Golden Lion smacked his lips, feeling vaguely as though he had somehow "lost."
Bondrewd had explained that the rainbow-colored mist contained something called a "nonlinear space," where time also flowed differently from the outside world.
Moreover, without suitable intervention from outside, it was almost impossible for anyone inside to escape.
"Hey, blind man... who... are you!?"
Golden Lion's long hair whipped wildly in the sea breeze like a lion's mane, his kimono flapping around him.
His displeased gaze, carrying the air of a mob boss, locked onto Issho in the sky opposite him.
"I am merely a retainer of His Majesty Sephiroth, under orders to stop Lord Bondrewd's atrocities. Mr. Shiki, you may call me Issho."
Issho stood quietly on a floating rock, his eyes closed. Only after hearing Golden Lion's question did he answer in a warm yet solemn voice.
The sword in his hand also looked somewhat familiar to Golden Lion.
That cane sword, Gambler's Fireline, was one of the Twelve Supreme Grade Blades, a famous sword forged by Kazusaburo Fuyutsuki.
"...Are you from Wano Country!?"
Golden Lion called him a "nobody," putting on an arrogant, careless front.
But faced with a Great Swordsman who could "fly," he maintained the necessary