Pero slowly descended from the skies above Onigashima, carrying Kizaru with a swagger.
He glanced at Kizaru in his hand and bluntly remarked, "You've been hanging from my hand long enough. You should be rested by now. You're not treating me like a mount and slacking off, are you?"
Then he let go.
Kizaru landed steadily on the ground and scratched his head sheepishly. "Of course not. I'm getting old, you know. I've only just recovered."
Their attention turned to the banquet before them.
Deafening music, bursts of wild laughter, and the crisp clinking of glasses washed over them, mixed with the charred aroma of roasted meat and the strong smell of alcohol.
This really is... lively, Pero thought as he looked at the chaotic spectacle before him.
Even livelier than aboard Whitebeard's ship.
Their arrival instantly caught the attention of the pirates on the outskirts.
"Hey! Who the hell are you two?!" A drunken member of the Headliners staggered over with a bottle in hand. "Don't you know this is a Beasts Pirates banquet? Got a death wish?!"
Kizaru adjusted his sunglasses, about to offer a few pleasantries.
Then the Headliner opposite him noticed Kizaru's Marine uniform.
"M-Marines!"
As a member of the Beasts Pirates, he naturally knew why their boss was stationed here.
This was a secret the Marines absolutely could not learn.
Laughter rang out from the main hall as an enormous figure slowly stood up.
Carrying a massive spiked club, he walked down from the seat of honor, his eyes fixed on Pero.
"Wororororo... the eight-billion man, and... the Marine traitor, Kizaru." A wild, excited grin spread across Kaido's face. "You two actually dared to come onto my turf. You've got some nerve!"
Pero ignored his threat. He merely swept his calm gaze over the mountains