The New World, a bloodstained stretch of sea.
A man with a pineapple-shaped head sat on the railing of a sailing ship, watching the slaughter unfolding ahead with nothing but boredom. "I thought these rookies shouting about challenging Old Man would have some ability. Turns out, this is all they've got?"
Diamond Jozu stood beside him with his arms folded. "Maybe that so-called Pirate Alliance gave them confidence. Those self-important Supernovas joined forces and actually thought they could challenge the overlords of this sea. Do they really think they're all Red-Haired?"
"Red-Haired!" Marco drooped his eyelids and said listlessly, "He was only an apprentice on Roger's ship back then, yet now he's standing at the same height as Old Man. It really makes you wonder."
"Indeed. Back then, the one most likely to reach the position he holds now should have been Big Mom."
"Maybe that's the charm of the sea! No one knows who will rise today or who will fall tomorrow. Because every day is unknown, people who yearn for their dreams keep charging toward the sea!"
As Marco spoke, he suddenly leaped down from the railing. His expression grew solemn as he looked toward the blazing white light on the horizon. "That's..."
Jozu followed his gaze, a hint of confusion in his eyes. "This white light looks familiar. Have I seen it somewhere before?"
"Of course you have, because that's Kaido's Dragon Breath!" Marco inhaled deeply. Ignoring Jozu's astonishment, he swiftly leaped onto the sail and shouted down from above, "Everyone from the Whitebeard Pirates, scatter immediately! Don't bunch up together! Those who aren't Devil Fruit users, get into the sea!"
The battlefield fell silent. One pirate shouted unwillingly, "Commander Marco, why? We're about to take them down!"
"There's no time to explain. Just do as I