New World, Punk Hazard,
Two warships slowly arrived here, then hurriedly departed for some unknown reason,
leaving only two figures on the island.
One red, one blue, facing each other,
both wearing Marine capes, hands in their pockets as they stared each other down.
"Though we are both comrades in the Marines, I will not yield an inch when it comes to the position of Fleet Admiral."
Slowly raising his head, there was not the slightest hesitation on Sakazuki's stern face.
He looked at the curly-haired man across from him, surrounded by frost,
and saw that Kuzan, his rival for the position of Fleet Admiral, wore a strange expression.
There was no killing intent at all.
"What is that look supposed to mean? Don't expect me to hold back in battle just because I am considering your feelings, Kuzan!"
Sakazuki's expression darkened, because he could see Kuzan's indifference.
But what he had not expected was that
after a moment of silence, Kuzan merely waved his hand, exhaling a piercing chill.
"You win, Sakazuki."
"What??!!"
His eyes widened in disbelief. Even the lava fist that had been billowing with smoke seemed to stop churning.
"What do you mean by that?!!!"
"Are you looking down on me?!!!"
Kuzan shook his head. After thinking silently for a moment, he walked toward the edge of Punk Hazard.
Then, he plunged his hand into the sea.
"Ice Age!"
Crack, crack, crack, crack...
Countless sheets of ice slowly formed, spreading outward from Kuzan's hand.
The two warships that had not yet gone far were instantly frozen along with everything else, turned into ice sculptures fixed upon the sea.
After freezing the surrounding hundred miles solid, Kuzan returned with a grim expression.
Sakazuki had clearly noticed what he had done. His brows drew tightly together as he