People of every appearance, dressed in all manner of clothes, craned their heads, their eyes fixed on the makeshift execution platform-two executioners were escorting a man up onto it.
"So that's the 'Pirate King'?"
Doffy, wearing a pink haori and dark red sunglasses, looked up at the platform.
The man bound in seastone shackles was tall, with a dark red captain's coat draped over his shoulders, unruly black hair, and a long, parted mustache above his lips.
Facing his imminent end, he looked as calm as if he were out for a stroll.
"Yes, that's Roger.
The most feared man... in this world."
Beside Doffy was, naturally, Rossi, dressed in a black haori with Sandai Kitetsu hanging at his waist.
Rossi quietly spread his Observation Haki, and in an instant, he had picked out several "sharp"
presences in the surging crowd.
Not far away, a figure nearly seven meters tall turned his head slightly.
His hair resembled a flaming onion, his face was almost demonic, horns sprouted from the sides of his forehead, and his ears and teeth were pointed. Crisscrossing stitches covered him from the top of his head down to his neck.
He wore a Gothic leather coat, its front open to expose clearly defined muscles, while the long sword on his back marked him as adept at close combat.
Gecko Moria-
Who could have imagined that the obese, homebound mage of later years had been a tall, straight-backed master swordsman in his youth?
On the other side of the sea of people, a youth with short black hair and blade-like sideburns raised his eyes slightly.
His golden pupils passed over the shifting heads and settled on Rossi-
More precisely, on Sandai Kitetsu at his waist.
An opponent worth crossing blades with.
A golden glint flickered