"You're the most punchable bastard I've ever met!"
Lightning began crackling around Zephyr's fists, a sign that his Armament Haki had risen to its strongest.
Every blow that followed would reach the limits of someone without a Devil Fruit ability.
Even in terms of damage, it could be called the strongest possible without Conqueror's Haki.
Living in this era, Zephyr was destined to forge an era of his own.
In his youth, he had been spirited and bold, contending with the strongest of his generation-a legend.
In his prime, he had trained countless powerful fighters, supporting the Marines through the next era.
In his old age, he had instead been abandoned, left fallen and lost as he searched for the justice in his heart.
Then.
Shane looked at him, trying to push his Haki beyond his fists and transform it, taking it from utmost hardness to utmost softness.
"Zephyr! You're lost, aren't you?"
Hearing Shane address him normally, Zephyr actually wondered whether he was hearing things.
He had never expected Shane to say anything so human!
But he soon understood what Shane meant.
Daring to call an Admiral of Marine Headquarters lost-ignorance truly knew no fear!
"Stop lecturing people. You're nowhere near qualified. Sengoku's the expert at that!"
Was Zephyr lost?
When Shane recalled the course of Zephyr's life, he realized the most crucial point.
The Admiral who never killed!
That had been Black Arm Zephyr's lifelong principle.
Why had someone as gentle as him eventually left Marine Headquarters?
Was it because pirates had killed his wife and child in revenge, or because almost all his subordinates had been wiped out and his arm severed, only for the culprit to become one of the Shichibukai?
Which was the underlying cause?
His final despair, his abandonment of the convictions he had