One Piece: Kaido's adopted son, starts with the Eight Gates Formation.

A...toy that's been locked up?

Ignoring the reactions of those around him, Lynn muttered to himself, a bright smile appearing on his small face like never before.

This smile was purer and happier than any before.

It was a joy that came from the bottom of one's heart, like finding a priceless treasure.

He rose from his throne and then, slowly, raised his head.

His gaze seemed to pierce through the false canopy of the Seireitei, through seventy-two barriers, and lock onto that distant, high sky, that isolated, independent dimension—the Spirit King Palace.

"Rock, paper, scissors, it's not fun anymore."

He announced softly.

This absurd game, which humiliated countless powerful individuals, was brought to an end by his casual remark.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for his next decision.

Lynn turned around, looked at Kaido, then at Whitebeard, then around at all his "subordinates," and finally, he stretched out his little finger and pointed to the highest point in the sky.

That finger seemed to point everyone in a completely new direction toward destruction.

He announced cheerfully, in a relaxed tone as if he were visiting a neighbor:

"Let's go take a look at that toy."

Lynn's casual remark, "Let's go see that toy," was like a pebble thrown into a still lake, yet it stirred up a storm powerful enough to overturn the world.

The air seemed to freeze.

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni's eyes, which had just opened and were filled with despair, now dimmed completely. The order and balance he had protected his entire life had, in this moment, been sentenced to death by the curiosity of a two-year-old child. He could imagine what it would be like when this unruly demon child stepped into the Spirit King's Palace. No, he couldn't even imagine it; it was beyond the most terrifying nightmare he could comprehend.

Kyoraku Shunsui's fingers gripped his straw hat tightly, his knuckles drained of color from the force. Beside him, Ukitake Jushiro coughed violently, his already pale face devoid of life, as if those words had ripped the last vestiges of his soul from his body. They knew perfectly well that Aizen Sousuke hadn't opened a Pandora's box; he had merely pointed out the path to the heart of the world to an ancient behemoth that had long since broken free of its cage.

In stark contrast to the deathly silence of the Grim Reapers, the members of the Beasts Pirates were filled with fervor.

"Gurararara...The Spirit King's Palace?" Edward Newgate, the white-bearded man, unusually suppressed his smile. He glanced at Captain-Commander Yamamoto's ashen face, then gazed at the sky, his eyes deep and unfathomable. He sensed something extraordinary in those words, an aura far greater than the Marineford War, one capable of shaking the very foundations of the world. But he didn't stop him. He simply gripped his Murakumogiri tightly. As the strongest man of this era, he was confident that whatever lay ahead, he would pave the way for his young master.

"Whoa! Sounds like a really impressive place!" Kaido exclaimed with pure excitement, carrying his spiked club, his massive dragon eyes gleaming with a thirst for battle. "It'll definitely be much more fun than this dilapidated Seireitei! Young master, do you have any good sake there? Are there any guys I can really fight to my heart's content?"

His massive body leaned slightly forward, his fighting spirit almost tangible, causing the surrounding space to distort. For a battle maniac, the survival of the world was too distant; a battlefield where he could give his all was the truest paradise.

BIGMOM Charlotte Linlin licked her lips, her eyes shining: "Wow, wow, wow, a Spirit King? That sounds like an amazing soul! I wonder what it tastes like..."