"Cover serial: The Three Admirals, Part 2—'Huh? Where's my manga? It was right here a moment ago!'"
"With no pirates daring to cause trouble, garrison duty on Dressrosa was unbearably dull. Sometimes, when Aokiji returned from his morning bicycle ride, he would find Noah leafing through a manga called Bleach in his spare time."
"What an embarrassingly edgy title. Ah, to be young enough to enjoy this childish stuff. He curled his lip in disdain, then casually picked up a volume when Noah went to breakfast. After a few glances, his eyes were glued to the pages."
"Half an hour later, Noah returned from breakfast and stared blankly at the empty tabletop, utterly baffled..."
Thud!
A deep boom rang through the night sky.
Beneath the moonlight, the two figures crossed, separated, and landed at opposite ends of the battered cliff.
"Cough, cough..."
Vista's clothes were in tatters, and wounds covered his body. Gasping painfully, he leaned on his two rapiers, barely managing to remain standing.
He looked up at Noah, who stood opposite him with two swords in hand and an indifferent expression. Despair filled his bloodshot eyes.
How could this guy be so strong?
Completely overwhelming Katakuri had been bad enough, but even against the three of them together, he had remained utterly at ease and held the upper hand throughout!
Several hours had passed now.
There was scarcely a scratch on him. His breathing remained as steady and unhurried as his gaze, and not even his hair had been disturbed.
Their side, by contrast...
Cracker had reached his limit over an hour ago, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and passed out. Vista himself was running out of stamina, his condition deteriorating rapidly.
As for Marco...
Vista looked past Noah's shoulder toward the other end of the