"There was nothing I could do, Mr. Sengoku."
Inside a naval base somewhere in the New World, Kizaru sat leisurely in a chair, trimming his nails. A Den Den Mushi rested before him. "Bright was simply too strong. There was nothing I could do against him."
"Kaido and Charlotte Linlin did their utmost to stop him, but he broke through them with ease."
Navy Headquarters.
Fleet Admiral Sengoku sighed helplessly.
He had felt uneasy even before the Five Elders had dispatched Kizaru.
As expected, this attempt had ended in failure as well.
Just how powerful had that bastard Bright become by now?
"You can't be blamed for this. After all, your opponent was him."
That was what Fleet Admiral Sengoku said.
Even Kizaru, who usually wore such a relaxed expression, fell silent.
He was an admiral of Navy Headquarters, unquestionably one of the strongest men standing at the pinnacle of this world.
Yet the Fleet Admiral had said that it was only natural for him to be unable to do anything against Bright.
It was hard not to feel a little melancholic. Since when had Navy Headquarters admirals become so powerless?
After ending his call with Kizaru, Sengoku sighed. "It may sound disgraceful to say this, but I truly can't imagine how we're supposed to defeat that bastard Bright."
This time, it had been two Emperors of the Sea and a Navy admiral working together.
Even that had failed to take Bright down. The next time they found an opportunity, who knew what sort of force they would have to deploy?
"Is that Fish-Man, Bright, truly so powerful?"
Sitting on the sofa opposite him was the man who had recently received the title Fujitora, a new Navy Headquarters admiral who had stood out during the World Military Draft.
His tone