Fish-Man Island.
Seaweed and coral blocked the view.
Bubbles occasionally carried sunlight down here.
Shane stood beneath the Poneglyph, listening as Olvia translated it line by line.
After everyone heard Joy Boy's apology to the princess of the Fish-Man Race, the history of Noah and Poseidon shocked them even more.
"To think such an extraordinary life-form exists in this world. The Ancient Weapons really exist, but from where we stand, she won't even be born for another twenty-odd years. It'll take even longer for her to grow to that stage."
Dragon thought that he would already be in his fifties by then, and might even have a child of his own.
By then, how far would he have come toward the justice he wanted to achieve, and would he have more like-minded people around him?
Would his relationship with Garp grow distant, and could Shane rise above the many competing powers in the New World?
Time would bring far too many uncertainties.
"Worororo! I've got plenty of time. At worst, I'll just wait for that day! The power to control every Sea King would be enough to overturn the world and knock down the Red Line!"
Kaido, on the other hand, was very excited. He felt certain that by then, he would be an overlord no weaker than Roger or Whitebeard!
The Dragon Emperor Pirates would definitely be the most influential Grand Fleet on the seas, drawing countless pirates to its ranks.
"There's no need to wait. Any outside power is something to use. If there are too many unknowns, then there's no need to wait. We ourselves are weapons."
The resolve in Shane's eyes was as firm as ever.
If that day truly came, then when it was time to act, they had to act.
Letting their present efforts