Sanjuan Wolf was a man no one could ever overlook.
At a height where it took four stacked Ultraman Taro to reach his head, Sanjuan was destined to be the center of attention wherever he went.
Yet in this war, he had been reduced to an ignored backdrop.
Ever since the battle began, Sanjuan had stood beside Impel Down in a daze, never once joining the fight.
His perspective was different from that of ordinary people:
To Sanjuan, the earth-shaking battle between the Marines and Whitebeard looked like two swarms of ants fighting.
Kuzan's Ice Age, which froze the sea itself, was roughly just an extra skating rink of decent size in Sanjuan's eyes.
Ace's flames, Kizaru's lasers, Akainu's magma—those terrifying attacks capable of reshaping heaven and earth—were nothing more than a dazzling fireworks display to Sanjuan.
Only Whitebeard's world-shattering power of vibration could make the watching Sanjuan tremble slightly.
So despite the ferocity of the battle, Sanjuan's expression remained as calm as ever.
That was until he spotted the now-conspicuous Garen in his giant form amid the battlefield.
"I'm going to stomp you flat!"
Sanjuan stepped forward and blocked Garen's path, then let out an enraged roar.
"Why?!"
Staring at the calf before him, several times larger than even his giantified body, Garen felt a headache coming on.
"Because you bullied me before!"
Sanjuan said in a muffled voice.
"..."
Garen was speechless.
He had indeed scolded Sanjuan earlier over his poor oral hygiene, but he had never expected Sanjuan to truly fixate on him like a grudge-holding child.
Sanjuan clenched his fist and bent down slightly, aiming that hundred-meter giant face at Garen.
"You bullied me, and they didn't help me beat you up."
"S-So I'll do it myself!"
It was still that abyssal maw, still that foul