The Great Pirate Era.
The great seas surge and churn, powerhouses destroy and annihilate, each fighting their own battles. It's utterly—
Demotivating!
I, Russil Kuro, age tw...
Sazir swallowed hard, looking at the approaching tornado waves with some fear.
The "Nature" element inherently represents natural disasters.
It represents the power and terror of the world.
This thing can't be defended against with mere domineering aura; at least Sazir couldn't do anything about it.
"whispering sound."
Lida, however, snorted and said with unusual pride, "I'm not afraid of you at all. This kind of move is easily broken. Right, Kuro?"
Kuro rolled his eyes. He had thought Lida was capable of breaking through, but he got excited for nothing, thinking she had become stronger again.
He stretched out his hand, aiming at the tornado-like waves coming from all directions, and sighed, "If Smoker could do that, things wouldn't have turned out this badly. But clouds and smoke are two different substances..."
*Smack*
He snapped his fingers.
With just a gentle touch, the violent waterspout, powerful enough to annihilate land, burst open like a balloon, instantly calming everything as if nothing had happened.
"You can't play with the sea like that, old man. Let me teach you how to play with the sea properly."
Kuro flicked his palm open, then clenched his fist.
Boom!!
The sea, which had just calmed down around the land, suddenly rose up, turning into a wall of seawater that stretched into the sky, forming a sealed barrier of seawater.
Within this barrier, large amounts of seawater separated, forming the heads of sea lions, roaring as they opened their mouths toward the central clouds.
"Now, recount your sins, and then... obediently die!"