In the arena stands, Doflamingo lifted his chin.
Down in the arena, the Fish-Man named Arlong had just scraped a victory by fighting tooth and nail.
He raised his blood-drenched arms and roared at the crowd. At last, the waves of cheering drowned out the whispers of "Fish-Men are this pathetic?"
that had been circulating.
"He has a decent foundation."
Doflamingo tapped the armrest with his fingertips. "Once he gets used to bloodshed and learns Fish-Man Karate, he'll be useful underwater."
Rossi turned his head, his gaze sweeping over the blue figure panting in the arena.
"This sea should have been where Fish-Men made their names. Unfortunately-"
Unfortunately, most of them only knew how to squander their gifts.
"Jinbe, I'm leaving their training to you."
"Understood."
With that man's uncompromising nature, these fellows, so accustomed to slacking off, would probably have several layers of skin worked off them.
Fortunately, the Family's storerooms never lacked supplies. If they could actually force out a few promising Haki users, the food would not have gone to waste.
"As long as the training doesn't kill them, push them to the limit."
"Don't worry about bruises or broken bones. While Emporio Ivankov is still on the island, make them remember that feeling in their very bones."
Jinbe nodded firmly.
He, too, wanted to see his people pull themselves together.
Back when he had been the boss of the Fish-Man District, his strict approach had alienated people, and he had eventually been forced to join the Ryugu Guard with only a handful willing to endure hardship.
It was the same in every world: the poor pursued learning, while the wealthy trained in combat.
The big eaters who would one day sail aboard Straw Hat's ship would have starved halfway through their journey without a Navigator desperately