"As long as Ace is all right. That kid was far too reckless just now!"
Watching Yamamoto approach step by step with that charred, broken blade, Sengoku first looked at Ace. Seeing that he was unharmed, Sengoku secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Garp and his grandson Ace had only just reunited after death. If anything happened to Ace now, Garp would never forgive him.
Then Sengoku's gaze fell on Ace's burned arm, and his eyes narrowed.
"Burned? Isn't Ace made of fire? How could he get burned?"
Whitebeard shook his head, his expression hard to describe.
Ace, still in Whitebeard's hand, gritted his teeth and drew a sharp breath. He watched Yamamoto approach with unmistakable dread.
"That means Old Man Yamamoto's Bankai is powerful. Its temperature and firepower both surpass my flames!"
He pulled free of Whitebeard's hand, and roaring flames sprang up around him again.
Keeping his eyes fixed on Yamamoto, he said to Whitebeard, Sengoku, and the others, "Old Man, all of you, too—I can hold him off a little longer. Get out of here first!"
Whitebeard was about to open his mouth and scold him when Yamamoto's voice rang out, thick with suppressed fury.
"None of you are going anywhere!"
Yamamoto advanced step by step. Scorching Spiritual Pressure boiled around him, baking the entire space until the air warped in rippling waves.
Just then, a laser shot in from afar, aimed straight at Yamamoto's heart.
Yet Yamamoto did not budge in the face of the sudden attack.
He glanced at it, then looked away as though it were nothing.
As the laser reached him, just before it could touch him, the piercing Laser Beam abruptly dissolved without leaving so much as a trace.
Borsalino appeared beside Sengoku in a streak of light.
At the sight, his