Thousands of meters in the sky, aboard Abente Heim.
Wisps of cloud drifted past Island Cloud, swept along by the freezing winds high above, concealing everything around them. The view was pale and featureless, with visibility so poor it was almost impossible to see a hand in front of one's face.
For a moment, the four people standing atop Abente Heim lost sight of everything. They couldn't see anything happening on the distant battlefield.
But the terrifying howls, thunderous roars, and deafening crashes of impact that kept reaching them from afar told them the battle was still raging fiercely.
"They're both so strong! The battle's several miles away, and we can still hear it from here!"
Yelena faced the direction of the sounds, her eyes full of longing for such power.
"Garp's a monster. There are fewer than five people in the depths of the New World who can match him!" Lime Jones took a deep breath nearby.
At that, Uta tugged at his sleeve and asked with concern, "Was that guy the one who beat you up so badly?"
Lime Jones lowered his head to meet Uta's teary purple eyes and replied with a smile, "I'm fine now. Louis has healed us!"
"What about Shanks and the others?" Uta thought of her father, Shanks, and the rest of the crew.
"Shanks and the others will be fine. They're really strong!" Lime Jones patted Uta's head.
Yelena turned to Hongou and asked with a frown, "Why would someone so powerful show up in the East Sea, and why did he clash with you?"
Hongou's expression darkened. In a grave voice, he explained, "Like Shanks, Garp is a local from the East Sea."
"I hear he often returns to the East Sea for vacation."
"We ran into him by chance on