-Above the battlefield.
Sephiroth wore golden Power Armor similar to Sanguinius's, with his wings spread and a halo over his head. He really did stand out on the battlefield.
At that moment, Kuma was holding off Doflamingo alone. Although they seemed evenly matched, Kuma's victory was probably only a matter of time.
After all, Kuma's Devil Fruit ability was absurd. The Paw-Paw Fruit... how did it even work?
Sephiroth stayed out of it rather than get in Kuma's way.
Disguised as the Great Angel and saddled with the debuff of a 38% electricity-to-light conversion rate, he probably couldn't penetrate Doflamingo's Armament Haki anyway. And to keep his identity hidden, he couldn't use lightning directly.
A high-powered Lightsaber could cut through Doflamingo's defenses, but... how could anyone become a true master if they refused to use a gun when they had one?
If he hadn't needed to consider the consequences, the risk of exposing his identity, and how to maximize his gains from the operation in Dressrosa...
Wouldn't wide-area bombardment from hundreds of kilometers away beat melee combat? Why fight up close when beyond-visual-range asymmetric warfare was an option?
There was no reason to insist on suffering when he didn't have to. Pitting his weaknesses against someone else's strengths was unnecessary.
But there was no helping it. This world's canon explicitly endorsed bloodlines and predestination. Ordinary people struggling to improve through training alone wouldn't get very far.
Even after repeatedly using bioelectricity to develop his body, Sephiroth's physique was only about on par with a martial arts specialist lieutenant colonel at Marine Headquarters.
Nothing he tried after that brought further improvement. He had already realized all the innate biological potential his body possessed.
As for close-combat skills, though, he had decided not to pass up anything free. Having read vast amounts