Tsugikuni Yoriichi's name was no longer that of an unknown nobody on these seas.
Anyone who paid even a little attention to the situation on these seas had more or less heard that name.
Having risen to prominence by stepping on Golden Lion Shiki, Tsugikuni Yoriichi was now considered a notable figure.
His name had already reached both Roger and Whitebeard.
When he heard that the person who had suddenly attacked him on the mountain was Tsugikuni Yoriichi, the one who had cut off Golden Lion Shiki's arm, Marco's face filled with shock.
"No wonder he was so strong. So that red-haired brat was Tsugikuni Yoriichi!"
"But isn't he far too young?"
"He has that kind of strength at such an age? Even if he started training in the womb, he couldn't possibly be this strong, right?"
Thinking of the young man he had seen on the mountain, Marco muttered in disbelief. He could understand someone being that strong, but he could not understand someone Tsugikuni Yoriichi's age possessing such immense strength.
It made Marco feel as though he had wasted more than twenty years of his life.
"He's about the same age as Shanks and Buggy."
"There will always be some exceptionally gifted people in this world."
"Don't dwell on it."
"Let's go. We need to rendezvous with the crew quickly. Before Garp changes his mind, let's get off Water Seven first."
Roger walked over to Marco. As he spoke, he bent down and slung Marco over his shoulder, then called out to Shanks and the others behind him before hurrying toward the port.
Although the Marines seemed to have no intention of continuing the battle, Roger knew that was only because members of both the Roger Pirates and the Whitebeard Pirates had gathered on the island.
The Marines