"I understood what Rossi meant."
He said slowly, "When Pica activates his ability, everything around him-soil, rocks, buildings, even metal-"
"Becomes 'water' to him."
For a moment, everything fell silent.
"So..."
As Trebol grasped the meaning, he froze.
Pica could treat every substance around him as "water"
And project it outward?
"Exactly."
Rossi confirmed it.
"Humans really can learn Fish-Man Karate."
"Once Pica masters that art, the entire earth will become his ** depot."
Half a month slipped quietly by.
Sabaody Archipelago, beneath the giant tree numbered 33.
Doflamingo stood quietly in a striking pink coat over a sharply tailored black suit.
Before him, Soap Bubble Park bustled with life, colorful balloons and spinning rides weaving a scene of merriment.
As he watched it all, his gaze briefly lost focus.
"Doffy?"
Bainessarna, holding his left arm, tilted her face up.
She had long, sea-blue hair, and she had keenly caught the rare expression on the face of the man beside her.
"...Nothing."
Many years ago, when he was still a child, he had held an even younger Rossi's hand as they ran and laughed through this park.
Time had passed. The boy of those days had long since grown into a name countless people feared, while the two figures who had gently accompanied them in his memories had long since scattered on the wind.
"Let's go."
He shook off that momentary daze, his lips curling into their usual smile again. "Let's have all the fun we want today."
Elsewhere, the other members of the family had gathered together.
"Strictly speaking, the land beneath our feet isn't a real island."
While Doflamingo and Bainessarna spent time alone, Rossi was telling everyone how this place had come to be.
Trebol tilted his face upward.
What blotted out the sky overhead were