"Dad, we've got the latest news!"
"Golden Lion made a move against Gild Tesoro."
In a certain sea, the Moby Dick was anchored beside a deserted island. The Whitebeard Pirates were taking a break on shore, and Marco held a report in his hands.
Whitebeard had been drinking deeply in front of a campfire. He set down his jug and took the report.
Everyone else instinctively looked at the report in Whitebeard's hands.
Whether it was Golden Lion or Gild Tesoro, neither was an ordinary man.
Could the two sides be going to war?
Come to think of it, Gild Tesoro had some history with them. Back at Sabaody Archipelago, they'd wanted him to join their crew as a brother, but fate had other plans, and nothing came of it.
They'd even ended up with a few grudges between them.
Especially over the past two or three years, news about Gild Tesoro, the Richest Group, and its various Representatives had been common knowledge.
Half a year ago, the Richest Group had fought the Roger Pirates, drawing almost the entire Navy into the fray.
And over the past six months, the back-and-forth clashes with the Beasts Pirates and the Big Mom Pirates had never let up.
Now it seemed they were about to take on the Flying Pirates, too.
Just as the rumors said, from Gild Tesoro to the various Representatives, everyone in the Richest Group was a troublemaker. They never stopped stirring things up.
They were either fighting or on their way to a fight.
"Gurarara!"
"Looks like Shiki still hasn't given up on his ambition to rule the world."
Whitebeard finished reading the report and passed it along for the others to take a look.
Whitebeard knew all too well about Golden Lion's ambitions.
His real goal this time