Meanwhile.
In the territory of the Whitebeard Pirates in the New World.
On the Moby Dick, the ship symbolizing the "Strongest Man in the World," a giant over six meters tall sat at the bow various IV tubes hanging from his body.
He held the latest newspaper in his hands, his gaze focused and unusually serious. Though he made no movements, merely sitting there, he exuded an overwhelming kingly aura, an invisible pressure that made it impossible for anyone to look him in the eye.
Edward Newgate, captain of the Whitebeard Pirates, wielder of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit, and holder of the title "Strongest Man in the World," was also affectionately called "Pops" by his crew.
On the deck, the division commanders and combatants of the Whitebeard Pirates remained silent, as if afraid to disturb their Pops.
They moved about quietly, making no sound.
Closest to Edward Newgate was Marco, the commander of the first division of the Whitebeard Pirates. With his golden punk hair and the title "Phoenix," he was one of the few commanders who dared to look up at their Pops at this moment.
However, he too remained silent, quietly waiting.
Before their father could see the newspaper, they had already reviewed its contents, learning that the World Government and its Navy had become tense overnight, as if on the brink of war.
Although they were pirates, and commanders under the strongest man who ruled the New World, they were not the type to panic over sudden changes. However, they couldn't help but take the contents of today newspaper seriously.
The reason was simple: if the World Government and its Navy, a war machine, were to become so tense, it would inevitably affect the global situation.
The hard-won balance in the New World would undoubtedly be disrupted.
"Gurararara~" After reading the newspaper, Edward Newgate suddenly burst into laughter, his voice filled with boldness as he said.
"It seems Sengoku and Garp have grown old, letting a brat sneak into their home."
"But now, it's not Sengoku and Garp who should be worried—it's the Five Elders in Marigeoise!"
Pausing briefly, Edward Newgate expression shifted. He picked up the newspaper again, his face serious as he continued.
"What exactly does this brat, Vice Admiral Orion, want? Does he just want to stage a coup and become the Navy Fleet Admiral, continuing to serve the World Government? Or does he want to lead the Navy to break away from the World Government and become a king in his own right?"
"If it's the former, it won't have much impact on the current situation. But if it's the latter, the already turbulent Grand Line will surely be engulfed in a storm!"
Hearing this, Marco immediately stepped forward and said.
"Pops, I've already sent people to Sabaody Archipelago. No matter what happens next, we'll be the first to know!" At this point, Marco suddenly changed the subject,.
"Also, Kaido went to Skypiea again yesterday to commit suicide. Unlike before, he didn't succeed this time, and instead of returning to Wano, the three Calamities of the Beasts Pirates left Wano one after another. They must have learned about this news in advance and are planning to take advantage of the situation to start a new war!"
"Don't bother with them." Edward Newgate waved his hand, his gaze fixed on a photo on the front page of the newspaper. He spoke slowly, word by word.
"Orion? What an extraordinary young man."
...
Somewhere in the Grand Line.
On a small, coffin-shaped ship cutting through the waves, a young man with eyes as sharp as a hawk's sat cross-legged on the deck, which was barely large enough to accommodate him. A massive sword with a cross-shaped hilt rested on his back.
Although waves constantly splashed onto the ship as it sailed, they were deflected by an invisible force just before they could touch him, scattering into the wind.
Dracule Mihawk, known as "Hawk Eyes," sat at the pinnacle of swordsmanship as the world greatest swordsman. Once a Navy Hunter, he was now one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea under the World Government.
At that moment, a bird cry suddenly rang out from the sky. When Mihawk looked up, a News Coo had descended and was hovering above him.
Seeing this, Mihawk who had always enjoyed reading the newspaper, didn't hesitate. He tossed a few Berries to the bird and casually took a newspaper.
"Hmm?"
Just as he was leisurely reading the newspaper, Mihawk suddenly stood up upon seeing the headline, his eagle-like eyes flashing with a hint of shock.
A coup at Marine Headquarters? Vice Admiral Orion has taken full control of the Marines and is now in a tense standoff with the World Government?
After quickly scanning the news, Mihawk regained his composure and looked ahead. The name Orion was not unfamiliar to him! As one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, he had once attended a meeting at Marine Headquarters in response to a summons.
Although he hadn't met Orion at the time, he had heard about him from several Marine officers. What caught his attention was the mention of a young prodigy who had mastered all six Marine combat techniques in just six years.
Moreover, this prodigy possessed extraordinary talent in swordsmanship, surpassing many of the Marine top swordsmen.
"Vice Admiral Orion?" After a brief silence, a spark of fighting spirit ignited in Mihawk eyes.
"To take full control of Marine Headquarters in just one day—you've grown to such an astonishing level!"
"It's time for us to meet!"
Before the words even faded, the aura of the world greatest swordsman erupted.
In the next moment, his coffin-shaped boat suddenly accelerated, racing toward Marine Headquarters.
However, just a dozen seconds later after emerging from a massive wave, the boat malfunctioned and came to an abrupt halt.
"??????"
Mihawk, who had been full of determination just a moment ago, was now covered in question marks as he looked at the drifting boat.
With a sigh of resignation, he quickly scanned the surrounding sea.
Confirming that there were no other vessels in sight, he decisively took out his supreme-grade sword and used it as an oar, skillfully paddling through the waves.
...
In the first half of the Grand Line.
Within the kingdom of Alabasta, in a dimly lit room of the largest casino in Rainbase, "Rain Dinners," a man with an imposing presence stood with his back to the only source of light, letting out a low unsettling chuckle.
"Hahahahaha"
"Who would have thought? Marine Headquarters has been completely taken over by a mere Vice Admiral!"
Before the laughter faded, the man turned around, revealing a face marked by a horizontal scar and a slicked-back hairstyle, exuding the aura of an ambitious schemer.
Sir Crocodile, one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea and the founder of the criminal organization Baroque Works, codenamed Mr. 0.
Of course, no one in Alabasta knew his true identity, as he was currently building a heroic persona to carry out a long-planned scheme.
"Miss All Sunday" As he turned, Crocodile, with a cigar in his mouth, looked toward the shadowy corner and spoke slowly.
"Our plan needs to be moved up."
At his words, a tall young woman wearing a white cowboy hat stepped out from the shadows. Nico Robin, the vice president of Baroque Works, codenamed Miss All Sunday, is a user of the Hana Hana no Mi and the sole survivor of the Ohara incident.
She was branded as the "Demon of Ohara" by the World Government and has a bounty of 79 million Berries.
As Nico Robin emerged from the shadows, Crocodile expression turned serious.
"The World Government or the Marine Headquarters might issue a summons to the Seven Warlords of the Sea. If the Marine Headquarters becomes irreconcilably opposed to the World Government due to this coup, the Seven Warlords, caught between the Marines and the World Government, will be the first to be implicated."
"To ensure our plans remain unaffected, I need to temporarily leave Alabasta. I'll leave Baroque Works in your hands."
At this, Crocodile lips curved into a faint smile, his gaze intense as he stared at the woman in the white cowboy hat.
"Don't disappoint me, Nico Robin."
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