"SMOKE"

"SMOKE"

Misaia's death brought this battle to its final conclusion.

Already at a disadvantage, the Hawkeye Pirates completely lost their will to fight after witnessing their captain's death, falling into a total rout.

And when Noah, finally free to spare the time, descended from the sky and joined the battle, it only accelerated the process further.

Without Hawkeye Misaia, an opponent of the same caliber, there to restrain him, he was like an unstoppable force unleashed—a tiger among chicks, meeting no worthwhile resistance at all.

Pirates with bounties in the millions often lost their heads before they could even see the shadow of his blade;

Even those officers with bounties of ten or twenty million could only last a round or two before being mercilessly cut down.

In the end,

the G2 Branch officers, including Rear Admiral Buma, stared in stunned disbelief as they realized they seemingly had nothing left to do.

All they needed to do was follow behind Noah as he swept through the enemy at lightning speed and clean up the battlefield.

Victory had never come so easily.

About two or three hours later,

the warship, having finished clearing the battlefield, officially turned around beneath the night sky and began its return voyage toward the island where the G2 Branch base was located.

On the empty deck,

Rear Admiral Buma stood with the moonlight at her back, a cigar clenched between her lips as she looked toward the cabins, her expression somewhat strange.

Was that kid... a monster?

Just moments ago, she had personally watched Noah return to the warship, take a quick wash, then charge into the training room full of energy, shut the door, and begin another round of hellish training.

Did he really not need any rest?

Buma glanced again at Kawakawa Shuma