When the noise died down, only stains of varying depths remained on the ground.
"You were distracted."
Faced with the question, Rossi merely shook his head.
"I remembered something from the past... I seem to have seen something like this before."
That Jedi Family officer whose name he had long forgotten, those hounds that had nearly torn him apart-those images still surfaced in the depths of his memory from time to time.
"That's enough for tonight."
His voice carried through the docks, bringing the chaos to an end.
Elsewhere, the horse-eared girl had already returned to normal.
She crouched before a group of Mink Tribe children. After hearing their account, she repeatedly bowed her head in apology to Pica, who was covered in blood and grime.
"We have no objections."
The bull-headed man answered in a muffled voice, visibly dispirited.
It was not just the weakness brought on by his transformation, but also the truth he had just learned: Gamenio, whom they had regarded as their benefactor, elder brother, and leader, had been the architect of it all.
That realization was destroying his entire former world.
"Cough... The priority is treating our wounds."
When Vergo returned with Trebol leaning on him, the latter could barely straighten his back.
Every cough seemed about to shatter his lungs, and his whole body kept slipping down from his companion's supporting arm.
Compared with Vergo's sturdy body coated in Armament Haki, Trebol's poorly trained frame had clearly taken a heavier beating.
"All that slacking off has finally caught up with you."
Rossi glanced at Trebol, then jerked his chin toward the ship moored by the shore. "Let's head back and treat our wounds first."
Only when the morning light pierced the sea fog did the residents of Beast Fighting Island dare open their windows.