"Tell me, Red-Hair.
What exactly are you doing.
If you're afraid this era will run wild, why don't you personally step in and stop it.
Someone who won't lift a finger has no right to lecture others."
Satan's shout blasted skyward, his presence cleaving apart the clashing auras of Whitebeard and Shanks.
"You're not wrong," Shanks said. "But I cannot act. Perhaps that's my selfishness."
"Hmph. Whoever it is, if this era runs wild, anyone who lays a hand on my family had better be ready to pay the price.
Brat, compared to Roger, you're still green.
I believe in Ace."
Whitebeard reined in his pressure. His eyes drifted to the distance, lost in memory. In Ace he saw Roger's shadow—his old rival's son, a born dragon among men. Teach would be nothing but a stepping stone for Ace. Under Whitebeard's protection, who would dare touch Ace. That would be war with Whitebeard. Even if it meant the whole world, he had no fear. That was Whitebeard's confidence. That was Whitebeard's will. He would see Ace become Pirate King.
"Looks like the era can't be stopped from running wild," Shanks said. "Proud kid, won't you ride my ship. Shall we leave now."
He looked straight at Satan. Anyone who could wedge himself between Whitebeard's will and Shanks's and question them outright would never be simple. Shanks was curious how someone so young could see the crisis around Whitebeard so clearly.
"Let's go," Satan said, and headed for the Red-Haired Pirates' ship.
"Satan, are you really leaving," Marco called.
Satan didn't look back. He simply raised a hand in farewell and walked on.
"Damn brat. Don't you dare die. I'll be waiting at the top," Whitebeard roared, concern thick in his voice.
"Relax. Before you die, I'll make sure you see my power. Until then, live well. Whitebeard Pirates, grow stronger," Satan said with a grin over his shoulder. In the sunlight he seemed to blaze.
"Grow stronger, brother. We will never disband," Marco shouted.
"Grow stronger," the Whitebeard Pirates answered as one.
"Hey, proud kid," Shanks said later, sitting on his deck with a bowl of wine he drained in one pull. "I'm curious. How did you know Teach was dangerous, enough to tell Whitebeard to stop Ace. No one should know this claw mark on my face was Teach's doing."
"Simple. I can see what hasn't happened yet," Satan said, smiling as he finished his cup.
"See the future. Impossible. Don't talk nonsense," Rockstar burst out.
"Future sight," Shanks murmured, the corner of his mouth quirking.
"Captain, you don't actually believe him, do you. Future sight is impossible," Rockstar said, tense.
"In this world new powers appear all the time," Benn Beckman said thoughtfully. "Future sight is rare, but not beyond possibility."
"That would be some ability. If you can see ahead, can you change what you've seen," Yasopp asked.
"Then will I become a great pirate known across the seas one day," Rockstar said, unable to help himself.
"Do you want to know," Satan asked with a small smile.
"Of course. Who wouldn't," Rockstar said. "Tell me if I will become a great pirate."
"My answer is why should I tell you," Satan said, grinning.
He was a traveler who knew how the great events of this sea would play out. Knowing the future was one thing; showing off was another. He couldn't claim to know the fate of every single person.
"Damn you, you're toying with me. I challenge you," Rockstar raged.
Satan didn't budge.
Ding. Wrath detected. Absorb.
Absorption complete. Gained 50 Wrath points. Random Strength +5.
"Say it, coward. Afraid of me," Rockstar snarled.
"Afraid. I simply find dueling you meaningless. A rookie who hasn't even cracked a hundred million in bounty. Striking at you would be dreadfully boring," Satan said coolly, disdain plain in his voice.
"I'm not a nobody under a hundred million. Then what's your bounty. Don't look down on me," Rockstar shouted. His dream was to be a great pirate, yet Satan looked right through him. Close to a hundred million as a newcomer was a high price on his head—and still he was ignored.
All the while, the angrier Rockstar became, the happier Satan felt. Leaving Whitebeard's ship made harvesting the Seven Sins so much easier. At this pace, he felt like he could push Wrath to the next tier right here on the Red-Haired ship—and unlock another secret technique. Perfect.