After turning thirty, merfolk could develop legs and choose to live on land alongside humans.
Fish-men, however, had only two ways to leave the deep sea: become pirates, or-
"We've arrived."
By the time the bubble cable car stopped, the rock face of the Red Line was right before them.
A shrill scream suddenly rang out.
"Whose property is that? Why isn't he wearing a control collar?"
Three figures in transparent helmets and plain white robes pointed at Jinbe. Their piercing demands made Rossi glance sideways at the Marine Rear Admiral leading the way.
"Please don't misunderstand."
The blond ** behind the sunglasses raised a hand, his tone helpless. "The Marines didn't arrange this.
We have no authority to inquire into the Celestial Dragons' itineraries."
He then turned to the nobles, who were still shouting, "How dare you ignore me!"
Those nobles.
"My lords, these two are members of the Shichibukai."
"The Donquixote Brothers-"
Startled cries erupted.
"It's those two lunatics!"
"Guards! Call the guards... I demand an audience with the Five Elders!"
"Shichibukai"
And "Donquixote"-
The moment those words fell, the three figures in transparent helmets staggered backward as though struck by lightning, showing none of the arrogance they were usually said to possess.
They could put on airs as "descendants of the creators"
In front of others, but throwing their weight around before these brothers...
They were all Celestial Dragons. Who could truly outrank whom?
"Fufufu, it seems our 'reputation' among our own people isn't too shabby either."
Doflamingo did not even bother looking at them, as though they were merely a few patches of irritating air.
"You mean we're notorious, don't you?"
Rossi's attention had already shifted to the vehicle parked nearby.
"Rear Admiral, is this for us?"
"...Yes."
These two were far too calm.
Even if