At that moment, in a small alley,
two extremely weakened men lay there. The streets outside were filled with rioting civilians, with flames and wails rising and falling one after another.
But Ace and Sabo could do nothing.
They lay facing the sky, their heads close together.
"Hey, Sabo, what did that young Uncle Austin say to you?"
Having given up struggling, Ace simply asked about what had happened in the arena earlier. Before Azure Austin vanished, he seemed to have said something to Sabo and handed him something.
"That..."
Sabo struggled to raise an arm and took out the photo album from his chest. There were quite a few pictures inside.
"This. He told me to make copies and give them to Uncle Austin—the Uncle Austin we know..."
Ace laboriously took it. The first photo showed a man with a Haki-coated fist brawling with a swordsman.
The man who had been punched in the face looked remarkably like Ace.
"This is..."
Of course, he recognized them. They were his father and grandfather—Roger and Garp. He just hadn't expected them to be so young.
Not only that,
there was also a burly blond man Ace knew well, with a crescent-shaped mustache.
But he seemed to have been running away at the time, with his Chicken-chan Garp still chasing after him.
A red-haired baby with a bump on his head, unconscious.
A burly man with a foolish expression, seemingly chewing on something.
A beautiful pink-haired woman being punched in the face.
"What even is all this..."
Meanwhile, Sabo held a photo of a young man who looked somewhat like Luffy.
He was carrying a baby as he charged out of a chaotic battlefield.
"Could this be... Mr. Dragon?"
The background of the photo seemed to be a war, but every picture