The Roger Pirates encountered the Whitebeard Pirates, and the two sides erupted into a fierce conflict that lasted three days and three nights.
Night fell, and the entire island was in ruins, as if the apocalypse had arrived.
Yet around the bonfire on the beach, the men sitting together were all smiling happily. Although many of them were injured, with bloodstained bandages wrapped around their bodies, their faces were filled with joy.
They had clearly been fighting to the death just moments ago.
"Ha ha ha..."
"Gurararara..."
Whitebeard, Roger, Oden Kozuki, and the others sat on the ground, holding wine and eating meat as they laughed to their hearts' content. Their laughter was infectious, spreading to those around them.
Shanks and Buggy were affected as well. They were more carefree, enjoying the feast wholeheartedly.
The firelight illuminated the faces of Roger, Whitebeard, and the others.
They were heroes of the sea. Now, propelled by the tide of the times, they had reached the very peak of their era.
In the past, whenever they met, they would always fight.
Yet it was precisely through those repeated clashes that they came to acknowledge one another, forming an emotion that transcended friendship.
As they drank and chatted, Roger said to Whitebeard and the others, "I want to travel to the ends of the world. However, no matter how hard I try, I can't reach that final island."
Whitebeard and the others listened in silence.
As a member of the Rocks Pirates, Whitebeard had heard a little about the final destination.
"Later, I learned that four red Road Poneglyphs were needed to point the way to the final destination."
"Although I can use the Voice of All Things to locate the Poneglyphs, I can't understand the writing on them."
Roger's face was full of