On the beach, Pero looked at the old geezers before him, who had once represented the Marines' greatest fighting strength.
Then he glanced at the spirited recruits drilling farther down the beach and said calmly:
"In fourteen days, I'll be leaving this world."
"Before I go, I'll wipe out all those Celestial Dragons who disgust me."
"Once I'm gone, it'll be up to you to protect the new world order."
With that, he patted Old Billy on the shoulder, then turned to look at Kizaru.
Before Pero could speak.
"Oh my..." Kizaru suddenly spoke up. He sat up in his lounge chair and stretched luxuriously. "After running around for days, these old bones of mine are feeling a little tired.
Allow me to take a break from the rest of this food tour."
An old slacker, he had been running around all this time without a chance to slack off. After returning to Bali Island and Sengoku's side, he had instantly wilted.
He decided to get some proper rest in this rare haven of peace.
Sengoku and Kuzan both gave him scornful looks at the sight of his behavior.
Kuzan rose from his lounge chair and walked over to Pero. "Since Borsalino's tired, let me have a look at your travels, Pero."
He was also a little curious about that legendary nation of giants.
Pero nodded indifferently. "Sure."
Then, taking Kuzan with him, he instantly vanished from the skies above Bali Island.
Marineford, Marine Headquarters.
The maritime bastion that had once symbolized "Absolute Justice" was now shrouded in an atmosphere of chaos and unease.
Tens of thousands of meters in the air, Pero used his bio-electric field to carry a massive slab of floating ice formed by Kuzan's ability, flying swiftly toward the heart of the island.
"Oh my...