The Whitebeard Pirates all stepped aside, leaving an open space for the two legends to talk.
Before Whitebeard and Lone Red stood a large jar of liquor, its clear contents poured into sake cups.
Using the social occasion as an excuse to drink freely, Whitebeard leaned back comfortably in his chair. "Sengoku, Garp, Roger, Golden Lion... There aren't many men left who understand the seas of that era. Time really has passed for far too long!"
Redfield sat cross-legged. "Since when did you learn to say such sentimental things?"
Whitebeard said teasingly, "I just heard about your defeat some time ago and felt a little nostalgic, that's all."
Redfield sneered. "Everyone is bound to fail. Not just me. Sooner or later, you'll be surpassed by the newcomers on these seas too."
Whitebeard declared domineeringly, "We'll talk when that day comes! At least for now, it's not those brats' turn to speak!"
Redfield laughed. "Heh! You bastard are as domineering as ever!"
Whitebeard raised a brow. "State your purpose. You didn't come all this way just to show off that irritating face of yours, did you?"
Though he did not envy Redfield's youthful appearance, seeing that familiar yet unfamiliar face always reminded him of those glorious days long gone.
"I'm not that bored." Redfield raised his cup and drained it in one gulp. "I came today to discuss a cooperation with you!"
"Cooperation?" Whitebeard burst into laughter. "Gurararara! That doesn't sound like something that would come from your mouth!"
Redfield snorted coldly. "If that Marine brat hadn't left me with quite a troublesome problem, do you think I'd be willing to come look at your old face?"
Whitebeard paid no mind to the mockery and merely frowned. "If even you consider it troublesome, then that brat must have left a deep