Jozu raised his head from the ice, confusion appearing on his diamond face for the first time.
He shook the water off his shoulders and stayed silent for two seconds before speaking.
"I didn't see."
On the other side, Vista loosened his grip on his twin swords slightly, his gaze still fixed on the white mist high above.
"I didn't see who did it either."
"Those water dragons... it was as if they grew out of the sea on their own."
Not one of the dozen or so division commanders could identify the source of that strange spectacle.
But Marco seemed to think of something just then and looked toward Pops.
"Don't tell me it was him again."
Meanwhile, at the bow of the Moby Dick.
Whitebeard had not moved a single finger the entire time.
He withdrew his gaze from the sky.
It settled on the young man beside his feet, who was patting water droplets off his sleeves.
Whitebeard fell silent for a moment.
Then he spoke, his voice carrying an unmistakable, undisguised curiosity.
"That move..."
"Was completely different from the ability you used to repel that brat Kizaru just now."
Wangchuan glanced up at him and grinned.
"Mm."
"You're pretty observant."
He brushed the last few drops of water off his sleeves.
"Didn't I tell you earlier?"
"I'm a demon."
"And a demon..."
He tilted his head, his smile utterly matter-of-fact.
"Having a few extra abilities is perfectly normal, isn't it?"
Whitebeard stared at him for several seconds.
It was as though something he had never witnessed before was slowly changing the boundaries of his understanding of the world before his very eyes.
"Demon."
He repeated the word.
This time, he weighed it more deeply than before.
"I've lived so many years, and I thought I'd seen