Chapter 60 - 58: Reunion of the Nun and the Father
The sky above the North Blue was slate-gray, heavy with unreleased rainfall. Seagulls wheeled high over the waves, their cries scattered by the roar of an approaching gale. Through that storm, a dark shape cut across the heavens — a streak of black fire slicing through the clouds like a meteor.
Alber — better known to the world as King the Wildfire — descended.
His immense wings flared, scattering embers as he broke the sound barrier and dropped through the fog. Below him, nestled between ridges of snow-tipped stone, lay a tiny port village. A cluster of houses, a few fishing boats, and, somewhere among them, the presence he had been tracking since dawn.
He landed hard enough to shatter the stone rooftops. The shockwave sent barrels rolling down the street. Villagers screamed, scattering like birds before a predator.
Standing in the dust, his wings folding behind him, King’s sharp eyes scanned the square — and locked on a white-furred figure. A polar bear wearing a black jacket and trembling in shock.
"Bepo, Trafalgar Law" King murmured.
He turned his gaze. There — standing beside the bear, with his usual cold calm and the iconic sword at his hip — was Trafalgar Law. The future Surgeon of Death. Behind him, the familiar silhouettes of Shachi and Penguin.
Perfect. His information was right.
He had just begun to descend toward them when—
"BAAABY!!!"
A pink blur smashed into him from the side with enough force to send both tumbling across the cobblestones.
"WHAT—?!"