The others nearly cried out—once a Devil Fruit user fell into seawater, unless their ability was unusual, they would sink straight down without even a chance to flail.
"Easy."
Doffy adjusted his sunglasses, his gaze fixed on the figure.
"If he called us here, he must have something in mind."
Thud!
Rossi planted his foot in the pool. The surface exploded, white spray flying everywhere and soaking the clothes of those on the bank.
It sounded as though something had detonated underwater.
Using the recoil, he kept moving forward, the water reaching only his ankles.
With every step, jets of water erupted from beneath his feet, like a string of muffled thunderclaps bursting across the surface.
He walked forward on the constantly exploding spray, as though following a road paved with cannon fire, leaving those behind him staring in astonishment.
The pool was deep enough to submerge two grown men standing one atop the other. Coupled with seawater, which was practically a curse to Devil Fruit users, it was somewhere the family usually avoided even approaching.
If they slipped in, they would not even have a chance to call for help. That would truly be an utterly absurd way to die.
"That's unbelievable-"
If they could run on water, did that not mean they would never have to fear the sea again?
They could even launch a lone raid on a ship at sea and capture the entire vessel single-handedly.
Vergo furrowed his brow.
"Isn't this the same move that Anok, the White Dragon Pirates' 'Baldy,' uses?"
Spray burst up one after another. Rossi had already crossed to the far side of the pool and swiftly doubled back.
Aside from his soaked trouser cuffs, he looked as relaxed as if he had just returned from a stroll.
"What kind of