Staring at that gaping, blood-filled maw, the townspeople's eyes widened. Fear left them unable to comprehend what the thing even was.
Naturally, no one understood what Leviathan was saying.
Except Lowett...
"Shut up, you embarrassing disgrace!"
At that moment, a young, energetic voice rang out from the monster's back. Hearing it, Colonel Smoker, his entire body wrapped in bandages at the edge of the harbor, tossed aside his crutch and threw a punch.
White Snake!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The smoke dragon twisted left and right through the air, making its attack path impossible to read. It swiftly bypassed the Leviathan's enormous mouth and struck toward the deck.
But the next second, a curtain of darkness billowed up from the deck, like an adult bullying a child, and swatted the smoke dragon apart with one slap.
Crash!
"Take cover!!"
Tashigi shouted as she pulled out an umbrella and opened it, shielding Smoker.
Rustle...
Black sand rained down from the sky, drumming noisily against the umbrella. It took quite some time before it gradually dispersed.
"You've recovered pretty well, Colonel Smoker. I thought you'd be bedridden for the rest of your life."
"Thanks to you."
Smoker slowly pushed aside the umbrella and touched his shoulder with his right hand. "I still have five bone nails in my bones, and a third of my lungs were removed surgically."
"Oh? If that's the case, you'd better smoke fewer cigars from now on."
Leviathan closed its mouth sullenly, allowing Lowett to stand steadily on the deck.
Looking down at Smoker from above, Lowett smiled.
"So, do you still want to fight me today? Honestly, I wouldn't mind having one more experimental subject."
"Hmph! Keep acting tough while you can."
Smoker met his gaze without backing down and sneered. "The Grand Line isn't as safe as