Kuzan recalled the terrifying slash that had seemed capable of cleaving the entire world in two, his eyes filled with shock.
"That kind of strength... there's no doubt about it. He's on the level of the Four Emperors!"
"Looks like this sea, after being peaceful for so long, is about to get... interesting again."
He paused, his gaze growing distant, as though something had occurred to him.
"But... for Nico Robin, perhaps... this is a good thing."
He remembered how, twenty years ago in Ohara, he had defied orders and let the eight-year-old Child of History escape because of his friend Saul's final request.
Ever since then, he had been keeping an eye on Robin in secret.
It was both a promise to his friend and his duty as a Marine Admiral to monitor this time bomb that could blow up the world at any moment.
For twenty years, Robin had hidden from place to place, struggling to survive countless betrayals and exploitation, never finding a refuge where she could truly feel safe.
Kuzan had originally come this time determined to bring the unresolved matter of Ohara, which had dragged on for twenty years, to a close.
In his view, rather than letting Robin continue living in such pain, perhaps... having him end it all would be a release for her.
He had never expected...
"Has she... finally found a refuge that can truly protect her?"
Kuzan gazed into the distance, murmuring to himself.
"Twenty years ago, Saul, you staked your life on keeping her alive. Whether that was right or wrong... from now on, I'll witness the answer with my own eyes."
"The winds of the world... it looks like they really are shifting."
Kuzan narrowed his eyes and slowly rose from the floating ice, preparing to return to