10
Kaido gazed into the void at the limits of his sight, as though he could pierce the distance and see that particular stretch of sea.
Donquixote.
The intelligence had already been laid before him.
If those dealers lurking in the shadows had not lied, then the Beasts were not yet qualified to speak of "revenge"
at all.
That "Rossi" who had left him scarred
also had a brother called "Doflamingo"
.
Two kings stood side by side, their power rooted in Dressrosa.
More than one pair of eyes had even claimed to have glimpsed the "Red Count"
in the vicinity...
If he went now, even he might not escape unscathed.
He drained the last mouthful of liquor, its pungency burning his throat.
Looks like I'm not the one in the prophecy.
Smoke, dust, and the smell of scorched timber hung over the ruins.
Kaido tipped his head back and swallowed a mouthful of liquor, the movement of his throat unusually audible in the silence.
"That's a weight off my shoulders."
He wiped his mouth, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest. "Maybe this isn't a bad thing."
A deep voice came from behind him. "You are simply yourself."
Kaido did not turn, his knuckles rubbing the rough surface of the flask. "Yeah,"
he said, gazing at the crooked beams in the distance. "I used to care too much about those empty titles.
"Even if I can't become the person in the prophecy, the weapon in my hand won't grow any duller."
Laughter rolled from his throat again, dispersing into the wind with the smell of liquor. "That feels good!"
The figures around him, their heads previously bowed, gradually straightened their backs.
Those bursts of laughter tore a gap in the gloom of defeat.
"-Bad guys!"
A child's clear voice