Borsalino's Anger

Splash!

The tsunami, dispersed by the impact, transformed into a torrential downpour, slamming heavily onto the decks of the five warships.

The Marines clung tightly to the railings, their knuckles white, and dared not let go for a long time.

If those two mountain-like walls of waves had actually hit, not only would the ship have sunk to the bottom of the sea, but the people and the vessel would probably have been fish food.

"You... you survived?"

"Vice Admiral Kizaru! It's Vice Admiral Kizaru!"

Luo leaned against the door frame of the Medical Bay and looked up at the sky.

The golden light gradually solidified into a human shape, and the man in the yellow striped suit stood steadily beside Ron.

"Master's eldest uncle..."

Luo suddenly remembered what Corazon had repeatedly told him before he set sail, "Don't do anything reckless like your master."

In retrospect, that statement was absolutely right.

High altitude.

Uncle, I--

Ron was about to explain when Borsalino remained silent.

He first noticed a trace of blood at the corner of Ron's mouth, then glanced at the tattered Justice Coat, and finally stopped at the hand that was constantly pressed against his side.

Borsalino reached out and straightened Ron's coat, which had been askew on his shoulder, then gently touched his side.

"Hiss!"

Ron instinctively gasped.

Borsalino's hand paused.

"If you got a minor injury during training when you were a kid, I could keep it from Sakazuki for you."

"Now look what's happened, they actually dare to come and fight Whitebeard to the death."

Ron chuckled sheepishly, "It's not actually that serious..."

"Don't speak yet."

It consisted of only four words, spoken in a flat and indifferent tone.

Ron immediately shut up.

He knew this uncle too well; the more seemingly calm the tone, the more genuinely angry he was.

Borsalino turned around and looked down at the sea.

All five warships were badly damaged.

Medical Bay, a young Marine, dragging his comrade's stretcher, his left arm hanging limply, was still hoarsely shouting, "Don't sleep! We'll be at the Doctor's soon!"

Borsalino watched for a moment, then raised his hand and shot out several beams of golden light, scattering the remaining waves that were approaching the ship.

"Ron, let Vergo save the people first."

"Clear."

A small door opened at Ron's fingertips, and the command was transmitted directly into the main ship.

"Cease shelling! Medical Teams should prioritize treating the wounded!"

Vergo immediately shouted the order, "Second ship to support the third ship, fourth ship to repair the rudder!"

After arranging the rescue, Borsalino finally looked up at the Moby Dick in the distance.

Edward Newgate.

His voice was still drawn out slowly, but it lacked its usual nonchalance.

"Sixteen divisions, over a thousand pirates, surrounded the warship and fought, eventually even resorting to Seaquake..."

He slightly raised his head, golden light flowing between his fingertips.

"Is the World's Strongest Man planning to officially start a war with the Marine Headquarters today?"

On the Moby Dick, everyone fell silent instantly.

Whitebeard carried Murakumogiri, his face grim.

"My son started it, I admit it!"

"But that brat from your navy almost wrecked my ship!"

Borsalino glanced at the bandage on Jozu's shoulder, then looked at the stretchers that were being carried over on his own warship.

"So what?"

"Your son is a human being, but my Marine isn't?"

Marco frowned.

He knew perfectly well that it was his own young, hot-blooded crew members who first fired at Ron, and then, as cannonballs flew everywhere, the two sides went completely berserk.

But at this point, it's pointless to investigate who struck first.

Borsalino raised his right hand, and a dazzling golden light extended from his palm, condensing into a long, slender lightsaber.

"The Ama no Murakumo Sword."

The pirates at the bow of the ship all changed their expressions.

Jozu stared at the lightsaber, his Adam's apple bobbing. "The Glint-Glint Fruit... and of all times, it was him."

A young crew member couldn't help but whisper, "Captain Jozu, is he really that scary?"

Vista said in a deep voice, "Sakazuki's magma would be a disaster if it hits head-on; Kuzan's ice could turn an entire sea into a battlefield."

He looked up at the blinding golden light high in the sky.

"As for Borsalino... if he wants to kill you, you won't escape."

The three Logia disasters of the Navy in the New World are not intimidating because of their military ranks.

Marco added, "What's more troublesome is that Ron is with him."

"One is too fast to catch, and the other can open doors wherever he wants. What if they really target the ordinary brothers..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Borsalino, however, held his lightsaber at an angle, his tone remaining calm. "Newgate, I admit you're strong."

Even if I fought you one-on-one, I wouldn't dare say I'd gain much of an advantage.

Whitebeard stared at him coldly. "So?"

"So why should I fight you?"

Whitebeard's gaze sharpened.

Borsalino's gaze passed over him and landed on the faces of the young pirates behind him.

"You know my speed."

"You've witnessed Ron's spatial abilities."

"Can you stop both of us at the same time and protect all the sons on this boat?"

Upon hearing this, the Whitebeard tightened his grip on his sword.

"If we really want to fight to the bitter end, we don't necessarily have to settle things with you."

Borsalino slowly added the last sentence, "Wouldn't it be easier to kill all your sons one by one first?"

The voice wasn't loud, but the pirates on the Moby Dick all changed their expressions.

Ron was also taken aback.

He originally thought that the first thing his uncle would do upon arriving would be to drag him back to headquarters for a lecture.

Unexpectedly, the other side came prepared to continue the fight.

Are you serious?

Borsalino didn't even glance at him.

What do you think?

Ron smiled.

My back still hurts, but the frustration I felt from being forced to protect the fleet during the fight suddenly dissipated.

"Good!"

"Then let them see just how far light speed plus space can go!"

Boom!

Conqueror's Haki surged forth once more, covering Zhenyuan in jet-black Armament Haki, and dozens of dark cracks silently appeared along Ron's side.

Golden light flowed beneath Borsalino's feet, Ama no Murakumo Sword shone blindingly bright.

Ron simply raised his left hand and gently closed his fingertips.

Click.

A small door quietly opened in the air behind and to the side of the Moby Dick.

Just as the pirates turned their heads alertly, a blinding golden light shone from the other end of the door.

"Careful!"

Whitebeard suddenly turned around, Murakumogiri from afar!

Boom!

The door, which was not yet fully formed, shattered and shifted on the spot, and the light shot out from the misaligned exit into the deserted sea, creating a towering column of water.

The pirates on the ship didn't dare to breathe. If their Pops hadn't noticed beforehand, where would that light have come from?

You can block it once, but what about next time?

"Pops."

Marco quickly walked to Whitebeard's side and lowered his voice.

"Jozu and Vista weren't seriously injured, but a lot of the gun emplacements at the bow were destroyed, and many of the men were wounded."

He paused.

"The Moby Dick cannot withstand another attack of this scale."

Whitebeard remained silent.

"Keep fighting, we might not lose."

Marco looked at him. "But brothers, some will surely fall."

Just then, the military Den Den Mushi in Ron's arms suddenly rang.

Brubru--

"Rear Admiral!"

Vergo's voice was deep. "All five ships have sustained damage, including the main ship's Medical Bay. The wounded are being evacuated."

Ron frowned. "What about casualties?"

"They're still counting... There are quite a few wounded, and Luo is busy with the Medical Team."

Ron gripped Zhenyuan tightly.

While he was having a great time fighting in the sky, the people below were actually injured and bled.

Just as he was about to speak, Borsalino's Den Den Den Mushi rang.

Borsalino.

The voice of the Sengoku came from the other end, tinged with obvious solemnity.

What's the situation on site?

"This is not good, Fleet Admiral."

"All five warships are damaged, and Whitebeard's men are also wounded."

Where's Ron?

"He's badly injured."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

Give him the phone.

Ron took the microphone.

"Old man."

"Who gave you permission to challenge Whitebeard?!"

Ron touched his nose and didn't argue back this time.

"Let's go back and curse him then; Whitebeard is still on the other side."

Sengoku said in a deep voice, "Borsalino!"

"Exist."

"Prioritize treating the wounded, then lead the fleet to evacuate."

"The conflict must not be escalated further!"

"Clear."

Borsalino didn't sheathe his lightsaber; instead, he raised his voice so the other side could hear him.

"Is Newgate listening too?"

"Gurara... Sengoku, you can't sit still either?" The Whitebeard's laughter echoed across the sea.

"Newgate."

Sengoku ignored his joke and said calmly, "My troops are preparing to withdraw."

"Your crew members are also injured; continuing the fight will not benefit anyone."

The Whitebeard sneered, "Are you ordering me around?"

"No."

The Sengoku answered decisively.

"The Navy won't initiate another attack. But if your ship dares to pursue us, I'll consider it the Whitebeard Pirates starting this war!"

The Whitebeard raised his eyes and looked at the two figures in mid-air.

In a head-on confrontation, he wouldn't be afraid even if both of them attacked him together.

But with the Moby Dick right beneath his feet, no matter how strong he was, he couldn't protect all his sons at the same time.

Marco.

"Pops."

Is the boat still sailing?

"Yes, but it needs to be repaired as soon as possible."

Where are the wounded?

"It's already being processed."

Whitebeard remained silent for a moment, then slowly Murakumogiri back onto his shoulder.

"Notify all squads to cease fire."

"Yes!"

Marco breathed a long sigh of relief.

"You brat!"

Whitebeard looked at Ron, his voice booming.

"I'll remember this debt!"

Ron held Zhenyuan horizontally, a smirk playing on his lips.

"What a coincidence, I wasn't planning on forgetting either!"

No one made any more threats.

On the sea, the artillery fire from both sides gradually ceased.

The pirates who had boarded the ship withdrew to the Moby Dick, and the five warships began to regroup.

"The third ship is to gather the wounded!"

"The second ship is responsible for towing the fourth ship!"

"Count the number of personnel on the remaining ships, make sure no one is left out!"

Only after the Moby Dick had completely turned and the two ships had created enough distance between them did Borsalino dispel the Ama no Murakumo Sword, its golden light dissolving into the air.

"Let's go back to the ship; your injury needs to be examined carefully."

On the deck of the warship, Luo sat down against the wall of the Medical Bay, too tired to even move a finger.

For once, Vergo didn't keep a straight face; he covered his numb arms and remained silent.

On the distant Moby Dick, Whitebeard sat back in his large chair and reached out to touch the crescent-shaped beard that was missing a section.

"Ron..."

He stared at the shrinking shadow of the warship, his eyes heavy with emotion.

"The Navy has truly raised a monster."

She glanced again at her sons beside her, whose wounds were being bandaged, and lowered her voice.

"But next time, I won't give him that chance again."

Along the hull of a naval flagship.

Ron watched the departing White Whale Ship in silence for a long time.

Borsalino glanced at him sideways, his gaze sweeping over the stretchers moving back and forth on the deck.

Remember today.

"You are very strong, but not everyone who follows you is as strong as you."

Ron put away Zhenyuan and looked at the Marines carrying the wounded, nodding slowly.

"I've got it."