Kirishima Bupai couldn't help bursting out laughing and clapped his hands. "Tsk, no wonder he's the flashiest bastard in gaming. That's exactly the vibe!"
Just hearing that voice, he could practically see Dante carrying Rebellion over his shoulder, showing off as he chained stylish combos through a horde of devils.
Those 1,000 points were well spent. The tedious voyage had instantly become entertaining.
He rolled over comfortably, ready to drift off to Dante's flamboyant background chatter and rest up for tomorrow's journey along the Grand Line.
The night deepened, and the cool light of the waning half-moon spilled through the window onto the floor.
The harbor's bustle had fallen completely silent, leaving only the faint, rhythmic sound of distant waves.
Kirishima Bupai breathed evenly, seemingly already fast asleep.
Just as all fell silent-
"Creak..."
An extremely faint scrape of the window frame sounded, almost drowned out by the waves.
A tall figure appeared soundlessly on the open windowsill, like a ghost melding into the night.
The newcomer wore a dark green hooded cloak, its hood pulled low enough to hide most of his face.
But the moonlight still outlined his angular jaw and the striking red geometric tattoos on his left cheek, which looked as though they had been branded on with an iron.
He was powerfully built, his presence as steady and imposing as a mountain. This man was none other than the leader of the Revolutionary Army-Monkey D. Dragon.
Dragon's gaze passed through the shadows of his hood and settled on the white-haired man in bed, who seemed completely unaware.
His brows furrowed slightly, and his face bore a rare trace of hesitation and... embarrassment?
Clearly, his carefully planned mysterious entrance seemed to have come at the wrong time. His target was sleeping soundly.
Should I wake him?