This Time, BOSS Should Have Won Again

Day after day, sunrise and sunset.

Time was like a woman's period—it came and went quickly, impossible to grasp.

Eight months passed in the blink of an eye.

By the time you counted it up, a year had passed since the war that wiped out the Navy.

The year had been anything but peaceful. The whole world was in turmoil.

First, Marineford sank, and the Navy was reduced to a mere fraction of its former strength.

The Four Emperor Beasts Pirates went to war with the Blackbeard Pirates.

The remnants of the Big Mom Pirates allied with the Whitebeard Pirates and clashed with the Blackbeard Pirates.

Thus, the Four Emperors stood as the dominant powers, and the New World reached a tentative balance.

Then the Navy conducted a three-month recruitment drive, but it had little success.

As for the Shichibukai, the Worst Generation, the Revolutionary Army, the other pirate crews, and the kingdoms, they all had their own plans. Various hidden legends and strange figures had also begun making their moves.

The Flying Pirates, for example.

Old timers like Ochoku and Demon Heir.

Of course.

The Richest Group, which the whole world watched closely, had also been gone for a full year.

But most powers weren't very happy about that, because nobody knew what kind of deranged upheaval the Richest Group would bring to the current order when it next appeared.

These days, the Navy's situation grew worse by the day.

They'd been recruiting for eight or nine months, but still hadn't made much progress.

At best, their recruitment rate had risen from ten percent at the beginning to forty percent. It hadn't even reached fifty percent, which showed just how difficult things were for the Navy.

The worst part was that they were also being hunted and attacked from