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In the end, it still came down to a fight.
Tesoro could not help looking at Bright's back.
Would Bright be all right?
Those two were both infamous monsters of the New World.
Bright looked calm as he faced sword-wielding Cracker and Katakuri, whose gaze was gradually sharpening.
He had already said it: things were different now than they had been a year ago.
"Are you sure you want to make a move against me on such a joyous day?"
Bright said with a smile.
"That's why we specifically chose this place. Even if we start fighting, we won't disturb Mother or ruin her mood."
Cracker grinned. The Biscuit Soldiers clapped their hands, and countless biscuit crumbs began scattering in every direction.
Then those crumbs recombined, forming Biscuit Soldiers that directly surrounded the three of them.
A year ago, seeing this move from Cracker would have put enormous pressure on Bright.
But now, he merely found it acceptable.
"But don't worry, Bright."
Cracker's voice was full of bloodthirst and cruelty. "Today is a wedding day, so Mother doesn't intend to kill you. She specifically told us to make you change your mind."
"You still have a chance to answer the question I asked earlier, Bright."
Katakuri's right hand melted, and a long trident emerged from within it.
After a Paramecia Devil Fruit awakened, it could affect the surrounding environment.
Katakuri habitually turned his weapon into mochi and stored it directly inside his body.
The trident's sharp tips glinted coldly, and its invisible aura made Tesoro's expression turn incomparably grave.
"Didn't I already answer?"
Bright said, "I want to speak with Big Mom in person."
When dealing with wolves and tigers, the more agreeable one's attitude was, the more one would be despised.
A tougher attitude might earn greater recognition,