Bright sped through the New World with Ace and his companions. Next, he would find an island and drop Ace and his partners off there.
Ace said they had already set out from Fish-Man Island, so going back again would be rather inappropriate.
He asked Bright to take them to a nearby island, and after that, they would find another ship themselves and continue their journey.
Bright naturally had no reason to refuse such a simple request.
While they were racing toward the next island, over at the already-destroyed G-1 Base—
"Hey, hey, Sengoku, you're not going to be alright, are you?"
Ryokugyu looked worriedly at Fleet Admiral Sengoku, who lay on the ground wrapped in layer upon layer of dense bandages.
The Fleet Admiral's complexion was simply far too terrible at the moment, red tinged with white.
However, it was not because his injuries were too severe. Although he truly had been badly hurt, with the right side of his body nearly shattered by the shockwaves Bright had unleashed.
Still, he was one of the sea's top powerhouses. After emergency treatment, he was no longer in any real danger. There was only one reason his expression looked so awful.
"I think the one who might be in trouble next is you, Brother Aramaki."
Fujitora, seated nearby, spoke somewhat helplessly. Hadn't he noticed that the Fleet Admiral was looking at him as though he wanted to kill him?
"Aramaki, can you explain to me what the hell you meant by surrender?"
Sengoku's usually gentle eyes were as sharp as an eagle's now, fixed firmly on Ryokugyu.
"What the hell were you thinking, you bastard?"
This was absolutely unacceptable!
As an Admiral of Navy Headquarters, he had actually uttered the word surrender to the enemy of justice.
Such a thing had