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Chapter 103: Witnessing the New Wave
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The Holy Land, Mary Geoise.
The Room of Authority.
The five peaks of world power, the Five Elders, were sitting silently around a table.
In the center of the table lay a newly delivered newspaper.
The atmosphere was as oppressive as the deep sea.
"An artificial... 'moon'."
The Elder with the large mustache, wearing a black suit, spoke in a low, husky voice.
"Even the legendary Great Pirate, Golden Lion, was sealed inside like a bug."
The bald Elder holding the Shodai Kitetsu slowly opened his eyes; within them lay a bottomless solemnity.
"This power exceeds the scope of our understanding."
"It is a power we have never seen before—more fundamental, more barbaric."
The blonde Elder pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting a cold light.
"The key point is, he appeared in East Blue, in Foosha Village."
"Garp's hometown, the Revolutionary Dragon's hometown..."
"This is no coincidence."
"The 'Will of D' has become abnormally active recently."
"He must be dealt with." The Elder holding the long sword stood up and spoke with absolute decisiveness. "This uncontrolled 'God' absolutely cannot exist in this world! This is the highest provocation to the Celestial Dragons and our eight hundred years of rule!"
"Deal with him? How?"
The Elder with the map-like scar on his forehead, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke. His voice carried a hint of self-mockery.
"Who do we send? A Marine Admiral?"
He pointed at Kizaru's incredibly stiff face in the newspaper.
"Or mobilize CP0? Or perhaps, do you want to go personally and try to cut that 'moon' open?"
The air solidified once again.
Indeed, how could they deal with this?
Facing a monster who could mold a moon with a wave of his hand and treat a legendary pirate like a toy ball, their authority and military force, which they took such pride in, seemed so ridiculous.
After a long silence, the blonde Elder spoke slowly, his voice carrying an unquestionable resolve.
"No, we cannot make an enemy of him."
"At least, not right now."
"Before we thoroughly understand his objectives and the limits of his power, any form of hostility would be foolish."
His gaze swept over everyone present.
"Pass down the order."
"Raise the threat level of this man named Blake to the highest."
"At the same time, notify Sengoku at Marine Headquarters."
"From now on, change the strategy regarding East Blue. Avoid any conflict with this person at all costs."
"If necessary..."
He paused for a moment before spitting out a word that made everyone's expression change.
"...we can cooperate."
"Also, regarding the Marines, they haven't been very obedient lately."
"It is time to remind them of their place."
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Totto Land, Whole Cake Island.
"Mamamama!!"
Charlotte Linlin's laughter was sharp and ear-piercing. She clutched the newspaper, drool almost dripping from her mouth.
"A man who can create a moon?!"
"What powerful strength! What an excellent bloodline!"
"Go! Perospero! Katakuri!"
"Bring this man back to me! No, investigate everything about him!"
"He must become my husband! His power must become part of our Big Mom Pirates!"
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New World, Moby Dick.
The massive whale figurehead broke through the waves, steady as a moving island.
On the deck, the Division Commanders of the Whitebeard Pirates were enjoying the post-battle tranquility. The sunlight was perfect, and the sea breeze was gentle.
A News Coo cut through the sky, accurately dropping a newspaper into the hands of Marco the Phoenix.
"Is it another one of Morgans' exaggerated reports?" Vista the Flower Sword leaned over, asking with a smile.
Marco unfolded the newspaper, but his lazy expression froze instantly in the next second.
"What's wrong, Marco?" Diamond Jozu noticed something was amiss.
Marco didn't answer, simply handing the newspaper over.
When Vista and Jozu saw the shocking front-page headline and the absurd photo, their breathing hitched.
[God Descends on East Blue! Golden Lion Crushed, Three Top Powerhouses Kneel in Worship!]
In the photo, the massive "moon" composed of seawater and island debris emitted a heart-palpitating oppression.
And the figure being sucked into it—even through a photograph, they could recognize him—it was the legend from the same era as Pops and Roger, the Flying Pirate, Golden Lion Shiki!
What shook their spirits even more were the three figures at the bottom of the photo.
Marine Hero Garp, Marine Admiral Kizaru, Revolutionary Army Leader Dragon...
Any one of these three could stir up the winds and clouds of the world, yet right now, they stood together in a humble posture, as if looking up at a miracle.
"This... is this real or fake?"
"Are you kidding me! Golden Lion... was sealed? In a moon made of seawater and islands?"
"And Garp and Kizaru... why are they standing with Dragon?!"
The commotion on the deck quickly attracted more attention.
"Gurararara..."
A heroic and powerful laugh came from the giant throne at the bow of the ship.
Whitebeard, Edward Newgate, had opened his eyes at some point. He took the newspaper Marco handed him; his giant hand almost completely covered the paper.
His gaze landed on that photo and didn't move for a long time.
"Pops..." Marco's tone carried a hint of solemnity.
"Gurararara! That bastard Shiki, to think he'd make a name for himself again in this way... how disgraceful!"
Whitebeard laughed loudly, but there wasn't much mockery in his voice; instead, it held an indescribable sense of emotion.
As a former rival, he knew Golden Lion's strength and arrogance better than anyone.
To make a man like that show such an expression of fear and despair in the photo, to knead him into a ball along with his fleet and islands...
"This man named Blake..." Whitebeard's gaze finally rested on the specially enlarged close-up photo.
Calm, indifferent, as if nothing in the world was worth his attention.
He remembered the terrifying collision he felt from Foosha Village not long ago.
The power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit... that old guy Garp had obtained the power that should have belonged to him from this man.
"Pops, this power..." Marco spoke in a deep voice, "has exceeded common sense."
"Indeed." Whitebeard put down the newspaper, picked up the giant sake gourd beside him, and took a huge swig.
"A brand new era is coming."
His cloudy eyes flashed with a light unprecedented before.
"Marco."
"I'm here, Pops!"
"Tell the children to get ready!" Whitebeard's voice exploded on the deck like thunder, spreading throughout the entire Moby Dick!
"We are going to East Blue!"
"Gurararara! I want to see for myself just how capable this brat who dares to call himself 'God' is!"
"Let us witness the waves of this so-called new era!"
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