(At my godfathers' request, I'll streamline the side plots.) (The author panders to neither men nor women, only to you, my godfathers.)
"Man... they really knew how to make a mess..."
New World,
Punk Hazard waters,
The piled clouds scattered as a gigantic bird that blotted out the sky circled high above, hurricanes swirling around its body like a Divine Bird passing through.
On its back, a long-haired man in a black robe, his hair casually braided, lounged half-reclined. He held orange juice in one hand and a newspaper in the other.
His eyes lazily swept over the contents of the paper, and he could not help but smile.
The newspaper showed a vast chain of islands.
They had already been sparse to begin with, and now they were utterly devastated.
The wreckage of countless Marine warships littered the area as emergency rescue efforts got underway.
Above that photo was an image of a giant soaring high into the air, raising a fist as large as a small island.
This was originally not something that had been allowed to be reported, but the News King Morgans did not care about any of that.
I'm just doing my job.
If you have a problem, take it up with my boss.
And so,
After the war that erupted at the gateway to the New World—a massive battle dubbed the [Black and White Island War] by the headlines—came to an end,
The Giant race youth named Sade officially entered the sight of the world's powerhouses.
Bounty: 1.6 billion Beli.
Record: Escaped a Buster Call, injured Fujitora, and severely wounded Rob Lucci.
At the end of the newspaper were pictures of Fujitora with his head wrapped in bandages and Lucci being hauled from the sea.
"This thing I made seems a little too lively,