In the New World, aboard the Mozambique, Whitebeard held a newspaper and sank into thought. His sons, who had already read the paper, stood beside him.
He had expected to be left behind by the times, but he had never imagined that moment would come so quickly.
Yes, seeing the Travel Group's record, he felt as though everyone had already been abandoned by the era.
The newcomers had already grown to such heights, while they remained in their little patch of the New World. They seemed lofty and untouchable, but in truth, it was merely a somewhat larger cage.
This was the World Government's exile of great pirates like them.
The only question was whether this Travel Group could overcome the World Government. Whitebeard felt the odds were slim.
He thought of that terrifying figure they had faced at God Valley.
Back then, Rocks, himself, Roger, Garp, Big Mom, and Kaido had joined forces against that person, yet they had failed to win. Instead, that person had effortlessly taken control of Rocks.
That immense shadow looming over the World Government constantly weighed upon the minds of everyone who had experienced that battle.
It had crushed them until they could barely breathe, leaving them no choice but to exile themselves in the New World and wait for a hope that might never come.
This Travel Group was somewhat interesting, but unfortunately, it was not the right fruit. Naturally, it would not be the right people either.
On Onigashima, Kaido knocked aside the pretty-faced girl before him with a swing of his club. If she had not been his own son, he would have beaten her to death.
He had no idea what had gone wrong. She worshipped that idiot Kozuki Oden like crazy and did not resemble his offspring at