"What was that?"
A marine aboard the warship cried out in alarm.
"Hm?"
Garp and Zephyr looked up at the same time, gazing at the sight that seemed as if six suns were sharing the sky.
"Not good—it's an attack!"
A moment later, as the light in the sky grew brighter and brighter, everyone began to tense up.
"Could it be Issho?"
Even for the two old marines, there were very few people capable of launching such an attack from the sky at such an extreme range.
Or rather, in their memories, only two people might possibly have been able to do it—Shiki the Golden Lion from many years ago, and the current admiral, Fujitora.
No, strictly speaking, even those two probably could not have done what they had just seen.
But now was clearly not the time to think about that.
"Old buddy, how do we split them?"
Garp clenched his fists and laughed as he glanced at Zephyr. "How about three for me, two for you?"
"Hmph, it should be three for me and two for you!"
Zephyr's mechanical arm clacked and rattled, not giving an inch in momentum.
"Then we'll have to see who's better!"
The two old men flung off their cloaks and stepped on Moonwalk at the same time, shooting into the sky.
"Fist Bone!"
"Smasher!"
Only after they reached the sky did they realize that what was falling was not meteorites, but thick pillars of light!
Dense Armament Haki covered the fists of the two old marines as they collided head-on with the pillars of light!
Rumble rumble rumble—
A deafening roar echoed across the sea and sky. The figures of Garp and Zephyr, who had charged upward, were quickly forced back down by the pillars of light, and were pressed all the way