Little Oars Jr.

Little Oars Jr. "Whitebeard Pops—!! We're here—!!!"

A thunderous roar came from the direction of the bay entrance.

It was a surging mass of people, as overwhelming as a tsunami.

The forty-three New World pirate crews under Whitebeard's command had paid a tremendous price to smash through the Navy's outer fleet blockade. At last, they tore open a breach and flooded into Marineford Bay like water bursting through a dam.

Their arrival instantly changed the balance of forces within the bay.

The pirates' total numbers swelled dramatically, and their morale soared.

And behind that surging tide came an even more shocking figure.

"Thud! Thud! Thud!"

Heavy footsteps, as though they could stop the earth's heartbeat, drew closer and closer.

A colossal figure over sixty meters tall, like a small mountain, strode forward with ponderous steps, smashing through the ice as he headed into the bay.

He had pale green skin, two horns on his head, and fangs protruding from his mouth. His bare upper body was packed with knotted muscles, while loose balloon pants covered his lower half.

In his hand, he held a forty-meter-long battle blade.

One of the forty-three captains under the Whitebeard Pirates.

The descendant of "Transporting Country" Oars, a monster with the mixed bloodline of giants and Demon Men—Little Oars Jr.!

"Ace... brother..."

Little Oars looked toward Ace on the execution platform and shouted in a voice like rolling thunder, "I... came to save you!"

With that, he took huge strides and charged toward the execution platform.

"Oars! Don't come over! Go back!!!"

On the execution platform, Ace screamed himself hoarse.

He knew all too well.

Little Oars's massive size made him a terrifying siege weapon on the battlefield, but it also made him an obvious living target.

Yet amid this Asura Field of earthshaking battle