White Night took the negatives, held them up to the sun, and meticulously examined them one by one.
Garp, Kizaru, and Dragon, along with the trembling News Bird, all fixed their gaze on his face, not daring to breathe.
Initially, White Night's face showed a hint of satisfaction.
The "Artificial Moon" hanging high in the sky was captured with immense oppressive power; the composition and lighting were just right, perfectly showcasing its world-destroying terror.
Golden Lion's twisted, despairing face as he was sucked into it was also clearly caught, a tragic sight full of artistic flair.
But as he looked at the later group photos, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.
His face rapidly darkened at a visible pace.
Snap.
He casually flicked a few negatives onto the News Bird's face, his voice not loud, but carrying a cold interrogation.
"What the hell did you take?"
"Coo?" The News Bird shivered in fright, looking at him blankly.
"I asked you, what is this?" White Night picked up one of the photos, pointed at the figures in it, his voice suddenly rising, "Can you even take a damn picture?!"
In the photo, Garp's explosive muscles almost ripped through his Marine uniform, his wide grin making him look like a 200-pound idiot, yet his aura was as majestic as a mountain.
Though Kizaru's posture was somewhat shifty, his height of over two meters combined with his Admiral's cloak made him appear exceptionally tall, exuding the presence of a strong individual.
Dragon, needless to say, had shadows under his hood as deep as an abyss; simply standing there, he seemed like the antithesis of the world, full of oppressive power.
And then… in the middle of these three giant-like monsters, was a normal-sized black-haired young man.
The young man held a fishing rod, his profile calm, his eyes unmoving, looking… like a neighborhood kid who had followed his elders out fishing and happened to witness something extraordinary.
Utterly ordinary! Without any presence!
Are people in the Pirate King's world all crazy? They're all so ridiculously developed, like they're on hormones!
I stand in the middle like a miniature person.
The more White Night looked, the angrier he got, feeling his blood pressure surge. (Tom Cat's red face!)
Silence!
The more Garp looked, the more he felt something was off.
This reaction is a bit strange, could it be that the pictures aren't good?
Normally, this brat would have already started showing off.
It shouldn't be, this is Smoker's bird-man's bread and butter; the News Bird's candid photography skills are unparalleled. He had glanced at those photos just now, and both the composition and timing were perfect, showcasing the world-destroying scene vividly.
The smile on Garp's face gradually froze; he sensed something was wrong.
White Night's face was darkening at a visible rate.
The News Bird, which had just escaped danger, had its feathers "whoosh" up again, and the fear that had just subsided surged back like a tide, completely engulfing its tiny heart.
It's over!
Sure enough, is he still going to lay hands on me, this weak, pitiful, and helpless little bird?
It saw it! It saw this man's "evidence" of creating the moon! This man is going to kill the bird to silence it!
The News Bird's beak was slightly agape, ready to be caught by that evil large hand and then crushed into a ball of paste.
However, the expected death did not arrive.
Rip—
A soft sound.
White Night expressionlessly tore those negatives, which could be considered textbook-level in the photography world, into pieces.
His movements were not grand, even somewhat casual, like tearing up a draft paper with a mistake.
But this action made everyone present's heart skip a beat.
"You," White Night raised his eyes, his calm gaze falling on the News Bird. There was no killing intent in his eyes, yet it was more chilling than any killing intent, "retake it."
"Coo?"
The News Bird let out a stunned sound.
White Night took a deep breath, pointed at himself, then at Garp, Kizaru, and Dragon beside him.
"I want you to capture that… majestic and imposing feeling!"
"It needs to have that 'superior person' vibe! Understand?!"
"King's Aura! Do you understand what King's Aura is?!"
White Night's voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear, filled with an undeniable commanding tone.
"Look at what kind of garbage you took before, can this stuff even be published in a newspaper!?"
"Coo?" The News Bird flapped its wings, about to explain a few things.
"Hmm?"
White Night let out a question.
The News Bird immediately nodded, knowing its place.
Having wandered the world for many years, aspiring to be the King of Newspaper Sales, he had long understood one truth: a wise bird knows when to adapt.
However, looking at White Night's boy-next-door attire, this request seemed rather difficult to fulfill.
Garp, Kizaru, and Dragon also collectively fell into a daze.
King… King's Aura?
A superior person?
Garp blinked. He looked down at the torn negatives on the ground, then looked up at White Night's face, which appeared "petite" due to the height difference. It was as if a string in his mind snapped with a "boing."
He finally understood what the problem was.
This brat… is he annoyed that he isn't tall enough, not imposing enough in the photo?!
Pfft!
Garp couldn't help but almost burst out laughing, but his survival instinct made him forcefully suppress the laughter. His old face was flushed red, and his shoulders twitched, looking extremely comical.
On the other side, Dragon's mouth also twitched uncontrollably.
For the first time, such a complex expression appeared on his face, which was usually shrouded in shadow.
Shock, absurdity, and a hint of… indescribable speechlessness.
A terrifying existence who could casually conjure a moon and seal a legendary pirate was now angry because he wasn't grand enough in a photo?
Had the world's aesthetic gone fundamentally wrong?
In this eerie silence, a lazy, drawn-out voice quietly sounded in Dragon's ear.
"Kowai ne~"
Kizaru had moved closer at some point, half his body blocking Garp's view, his face sporting that characteristic shifty grin, his lips slightly puckered, nodding towards Dragon.
"Dragon-san, did you hear that?"
"White Night-kun… he wants to be a 'superior person'~"
"You, a Revolutionary who wants to overthrow the World Nobles, aren't you going to… revolt against him?"
Boom!!!
Kizaru's voice was soft, but it exploded in Dragon's mind like a divine thunder from the nine heavens!
Dragon's deep eyes instantly widened!
He suddenly turned his head, staring fixedly at Kizaru!
You dog!
How dare you harm me!!!
He just wanted to strangle this scoundrel in front of him, who was smiling so shiftily but was rotten to the core!
"Borsalino!"
A low reprimand came from Garp.
He glared at Kizaru, the warning in his eyes almost materializing.
"Stop causing trouble!"
You dare to set up my son?!
Kizaru recoiled, immediately raising his hands in a gesture of surrender, his face still bearing that irritating expression.
"Oh dear~ Just kidding, Mr. Garp, really…"
He spread his hands, lazily glanced at Dragon, and slowly added.
"Indeed… my adorable junior still can't compare to the evil son."