Watching the four battlefields that had been opened up across the island, Jozu muttered, "This world is truly insane!"
With his strength, he could only be considered a little brother in battles of this level. The defense he had always been proud of seemed utterly feeble before slashes that could tear apart the earth at any moment.
He had never imagined that one day, even watching from the sidelines would become dangerous for him.
Marco surveyed the surroundings. "Even Apophis's men are starting to withdraw. It seems he really intends to abandon this island he only captured not long ago!"
Almost every person fighting possessed disaster-level strength capable of destroying a nation. Once all that power gathered in one place, the island's destruction was only a matter of time.
"Old Man, what do we do next?"
"I'm not interested in Pure Gold, and I'm even less interested in the Stone Tablet. But..." Whitebeard swung his Naginata fiercely. "If I can cause that bastard Garp some trouble, I'd be more than happy to do it! Gurararara!"
After saying that, Whitebeard looked at a certain "frightened" son. "Teach, I've heard about your situation too. If you're worried about preserving my reputation, there's no need to force yourself."
"I'm not that brat Red-Haired. I passed the age of caring about appearances long ago."
"Old Man, I..." Teach said through choked sobs.
"Let Old Man see what you're capable of. After we return, you'll be the captain of the Second Division!"
"I-I'm so fucking..." Teach was already sobbing too hard to speak.
He really was crying. Whether he was straight or not did not matter. The important thing was that he genuinely did not want to be a Division Captain!
By normal logic, gaining authority should have been more helpful in searching for Devil