The man at the forefront was known as the rookie pirate among God's Shichibukai who had joined the Dragon Emperor Pirates earliest.
He strode out of the port, swaggering, one hand gripping the long sword at his waist. His physique was not distorted in the slightest; instead, he was unexpectedly powerful.
A vast procession of zombies followed behind him, and his face was full of smiles.
"Ki-shi-shi-shi! I'm your senior! Don't get full of yourselves just because you're a little stronger. In terms of seniority, I was the first of the crew's rookies back then!"
Moria had finally found a chance to show off.
He recalled what he had been like when he first set sail. Fortunately, there hadn't been so many Visual Den Den Mushi back then, or people would have discovered how frail he had been in his youth.
"What an idiot. That whole pack of zombies of yours is useless! If your swordsmanship still hasn't improved, I wouldn't mind challenging you another day!"
Bullet walked past him disdainfully, presenting himself to the world with an even more overbearing presence.
"Seriously, you're the idiot who ranks dead last!"
Moria stamped his feet in anger. Back then, Crocodile and Bullet had been the last rookies to join the main ship.
He hadn't expected the brat to be so gifted. He had grown extremely quickly over the years. With the immensely powerful physique of a Mythical Zoan and his prowess in Rokushiki, he had even fought Kaido ten years ago.
The outcome was unknown, but even among God's Shichibukai, he was powerful, his limits unfathomable.
"Since when did joining order count for anything? The captain only acknowledges strength."
Urouge showed off his muscles and grinned, a completely different person from the smiling boy he had been on Sky Island.
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