The four daimyo exchanged silent glances. Finally, Shimotsuki Ushimaru slowly nodded.
"Visitor from overseas, we accept your proposal."
"Then, your name is-"
Facing a face strikingly similar to that of a certain green-haired swordsman in his memory, Rossi's lips lifted slightly.
"Donquixote Rossi."
"Remember it.
Before long, every corner of this ocean will hear it."
An outlaw from the seas beyond, sure enough. His ambition reaches higher than the sky.
Similar thoughts crossed all four daimyo's minds.
Whoever this young man really was, it was enough that he was Kaido's enemy.
Let the beasts tear each other apart. Perhaps Wano Country could escape Kurozumi Orochi's control in the chaos.
"In your dreams."
After seeing the guests off, Rossi scoffed softly and turned to his side.
"Find anything?"
"Yes."
Jora held up the ivory telescope made to imitate the "Glint-Glint Fruit's"
abilities, her gaze fixed on the distance.
"Judging by their lips, the people of the Flower Capital are still discussing the clash two days ago: 'Hyogoro the Flower,' leader of the largest local gang, lost to Kaido. Sixteen of his officers and his wife all died in that battle."
"Good."
Hyogoro's fall meant the Kaido Pirates had already paved the way-a road toward a complete break with Kozuki Oden.
They were gradually pruning away every branch of resistance in this country, gripping the entire land firmly in their palm.
As for the Kozuki Family's heir, if he wanted to keep dancing, they would let him. If he suddenly decided to fight to the death-
There were already few people left in Wano Country who would follow him.
How could fighting ever come without bloodshed?
Had Kozuki Oden gathered the four daimyo and Hyogoro as soon as he returned to his homeland, bringing together the country's samurai and master swordsmen,