"Who exactly are you?"
When Sengoku's question, filled with shock, confusion, and a trace of fear, echoed across the deathly silent deck, every Marine instinctively pricked up their ears.
They wanted to know, too.
They desperately wanted to know just what sort of being this man was, who had created a legend and overturned all their understanding of the world.
Yet faced with Sengoku's question, Yas merely gave him a cool, impatient glance.
There was not a ripple in his gaze, as though he were looking at a passerby who had asked an idiotic question.
"Just taking out the trash."
Yas delivered those few words coldly, sparing every syllable.
As though, in his eyes, whether it was destroying the legendary Rocks Pirates or ending an era that had given even the World Government headaches, it was all merely an insignificant bit of "spring cleaning" he had done in passing.
Those words left Sengoku speechless, his face alternating between green and white. He felt as though a boulder had lodged in his chest, and he nearly failed to catch his breath.
Taking out the trash?
You call that taking out the trash?!
The Vice Admirals behind him had it even worse, their mouths twitching uncontrollably. They wanted to laugh but did not dare, their expressions twisting to the extreme.
Arrogant!
Far too arrogant!
This was no longer confidence. It was pure, bone-deep, absolute contempt that held the entire world beneath notice!
And yet they could not refute it.
Because the facts lay right before their eyes.
After ending that outrageously brief exchange, Yas paid no further attention to anyone. He walked to a relatively quiet corner of the deck on his own, then closed his eyes and hovered silently half a meter above the ground, as though entering some sort of