Looking over the Summit War,
it had not merely been a clash between monsters like Austin and the others.
More often, it was the low-ranking Marine soldiers and pirate fodder dying by the masses. Yet people's eyes were always fixed on the strong.
It was like those watching a live broadcast. They only cared about how outrageous the battles between Marine Admirals and Great Pirates would be, and who would win or lose.
Other than the families of Marine soldiers, no one cared how many people would die when a laser beam exploded, or how many Marines would lose their lives when a single Tremor-Tremor punch overturned all of Marineford.
From the standpoint of conventional justice, they did deserve attention, not merely because they were pitiably weak.
It was because every one of them was a warrior risking his life for his own faction, a real man.
But not every little person was worthy of respect.
"What's with that guy...?"
A furious roar came from in front of Austin. It was a short Marine with pink hair tied back beneath a headband.
Snot and tears covered his face as he spread his arms and stood in front of the black-clad figure.
Strangely, it was as if that roar had truly worked.
Everyone's attention was drawn over, while the light Borsalino had been charging in his hand for so long slowly dissipated into nothingness.
Sakazuki lowered his gaze, while Teach looked at him as he panted.
"End the war!!!"
Standing before Austin, Koby—barely half as tall as his opponent—spread his arms and shouted.
"Stop fighting already!!!"
The terrifying Space Quake in Austin's hand continued to hum as it distorted the air. The tall figure in a black trench coat lowered his head to look at him.
Hmm???
Wasn't this the King