"Captain! They're attacking again!"
It was early morning on the deserted island where the Red Hair Pirates were stationed. Someone shouted at the top of his lungs, and the cry immediately shattered the morning silence.
Out on the sea, massive warships were already cutting through the waves. Their unfurled sails were like dark clouds, blocking even the sunlight rising over the crimson horizon.
"Ahh, this really is..."
Red-Hair, disheveled and with his hair a mess, walked to the shore and looked toward the rapidly approaching fleet. His gaze met that of the man standing on the deck of the lead ship.
"Can't you let us get a good night's sleep?"
"Enough nonsense. Get ready to fight!"
Beside Red-Hair, Ben Beckman stepped forward with a musket in hand and stood shoulder to shoulder with him. The Red Hair Pirates' vice-captain loudly declared the battle underway, then lowered his voice slightly. "This might be the final battle."
If nothing unexpected happened, the war with the Beasts Pirates would come to an end today.
"Wororororo!! Red-Hair!! You damned brat!!"
A wild roar swept over from the distant sea like a hurricane. A massive azure dragon soared up from the deck of that ship and shot into the sky.
"Come on, let me kill you already!! Heat Breath!!"
Scorching flames crossed several kilometers in an instant, crashing toward the Red Hair Pirates like a falling meteor.
"No matter how many times I see it, I always feel the same way."
Red-Hair casually thrust the beloved sword in his hand into the rock beneath his feet, then gripped the hilt and drew the famed blade known as Griffin from its sheath.
He strolled forward slowly. The blade in his hand had already turned jet-black, with lightning curling around it.
"Is Bright's ability really just a