The Four Emperors' War: All Awakened

The war that destroyed the Navy had ended a month ago.

Even now, the fervor hadn't died down. If anything, it had only grown more intense.

The Navy's crushing defeat had dealt an unimaginable blow to the entire world.

The lands once controlled by the World Government were now engulfed in flames, with order collapsing everywhere. Member nations, wealthy nobles, pirates, and thugs were all scrambling to seize territory.

The chaos was beyond measure.

The Navy could only watch helplessly for now. Most of the elite stationed at its fortress bases had been transferred to Marineford, where Gild Tesoro had wiped them all out in one fell swoop. Those left behind were mere nobodies.

The Navy had lost both its authority and its power to intimidate.

Now was the time for everyone to celebrate.

On an island.

Magma meteor showers rained down, dyeing half the sky red.

On a mountain peak that jutted upward, Sengoku, Garp, Zephyr, Tsuru, Borsalino, Kuzan, the Army Fleet Admiral, and the four Admirals stood watching the battle in the distance.

It had already lasted six days and six nights.

"It's almost over!"

Tsuru sighed.

Kuzan stood beside her, his body wrapped in bandages, his face pale and weak.

In this battle for the Fleet Admiral's position, Kuzan had already lost his chance. Both Sakazuki and Issho had beaten him by a narrow margin. This meant the Navy would no longer be led by the more lenient faction.

At present, the most likely candidates to become the new Fleet Admiral were either Sakazuki or Issho.

Both of their versions of justice were a headache.

If Sakazuki won, the Navy would become hard-line, stubborn, and uncompromising. It was hard to say whether that would be a good thing.

As for Issho—

That would be even more troublesome.