Kakarot's gaze burned as he swept his eyes over everyone before him in turn and slowly began:
"Mihawk, Crocodile, Moria, Doflamingo, you should all be about twenty, right?"
His voice was quiet, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.
The four nodded slightly, a trace of assurance and confidence in their eyes.
On this sea teeming with powerful fighters, having strength beyond that of a Marine Rear Admiral at twenty gave them ample reason to be proud of themselves.
"Shanks and Buggy are a little younger, only fifteen."
Kakarot's gaze settled on the two boys.
Then he changed tack and asked, "So, are you satisfied with your strength at your age?"
They exchanged brief glances, each seeing the confidence in the others' eyes.
In their minds, their strength already placed them among the very best in their age group.
Whether clashing with other pirate crews or facing pursuit by the Marines, they had distinguished themselves through their own strength.
Seeing their brimming confidence, Kakarot's lips curled into a faint, wicked smile, and he thought to himself:
Their confidence is about to be shattered. I wonder if they'll be able to take it!
Then, looking proud, he said, "You certainly seem confident! Do you know how old my companions are?"
Without beating around the bush, Kakarot looked them straight in the eyes and continued:
"You should be able to sense a few distinctive presences among my companions. They're Beast Kings who ate Zoan Human-Human Fruits."
At these words, everyone's pupils contracted sharply. Following Kakarot's indication, they turned toward a table on the left, as well as the two people nearby with the strongest presences.
Those distinctive, powerful presences seemed to exert an invisible force, drawing their gazes.
"Of course, as for the rest of my companions, apart from my Sister Lina and