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Many years ago, the Family had invited him to take part in some sort of Poison Resistance Training. Rossi had already been strong then, but he had been confident he could still hold his own against him.
Now, however, Rossi could easily crush those five holders of supreme power. The change left him-or rather, her-reflecting.
Dragon silently gazed at the distant sea.
The wind lifted the edges of his dark green cloak, making them snap.
"Perhaps... only 'that person' can stand against Rossi."
The Okama King's voice came from behind him, unusually grave.
This was no questioning of Dragon's strength-even as the ** Army Leader, Dragon had never claimed he could annihilate the Five Elders in one fell swoop.
"A great upheaval is coming."
Dragon nodded.
His gaze swept across the waves, as though piercing the distance to see those dormant behemoths: the Flower Country's warships lay quietly in port, music no longer drifted from Bollywood's palace, and Luoxiuwang's border watchtowers stood empty.
The Whitebeard Pirates' whale flag hung from its mast, and the lights had gone out in the Charlotte Family's cake castle.
The entire world held its breath, waiting for the Family-or rather, waiting for Rossi's next move.
The man beneath billions of watchful eyes was currently seated at the end of a long table.
Knives and forks clinked lightly against porcelain plates.
His teeth ground up chunks of meat, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed without pause.
"Prison food isn't exactly good."
Rossi wiped the corner of his mouth. The plates in front of him had already piled into a small mountain.
Enough food for thousands had vanished into his stomach in barely half an hour, then was swiftly broken down and absorbed by some invisible force.
The straw-hatted boy sitting opposite stared wide-eyed,