Within the Skypiean White Sea.
A massive island utterly out of place amid the sea of clouds stretched across the area.
Twenty-seven or twenty-eight figures gathered aboard a battered old ship. Judging by their attire, they were clearly Shandoran warriors.
At their head stood an elderly man with a snow-white beard, leaning on a cane.
Close behind him was none other than the warrior hailed as the strongest of the Shandora tribe—Battle Demon Wyper!
Following him were the finest among the Shandoran warriors: Mantis, Braham, Genbo, and the sole female warrior, Raki.
The rest were also outstanding members selected and trained by the Shandora tribe over the years.
This time, they had assembled before Skypiea's forbidden land to reclaim the land the Shandorans had lost.
As qualified warriors, every person present wore an expression of grim resolve, prepared to die.
In their eyes, reclaiming Jaya was the very faith that kept the Shandorans alive.
"Alright. After two years, we Shandorans have once again gathered for the glory of the Great Warrior. With Wyper personally leading us, we will surely reclaim the land that belongs to the Shandora tribe!" The chieftain gripped his cane tightly and spoke in a deep voice.
"Wyper, I'll leave the rest to you."
"Got it!" Wyper, with a heavy cannon slung over his shoulder, put out the cigarette dangling from his lips and stepped forward through the crowd.
"This is the third time I've taken part in the war to seize Jaya. I don't know what this so-called god looks like, but I believe he isn't much stronger than those so-called priests."
"This time, I brought out the strongest Reject Dial from our clan's forbidden ground. It has ten times the power of an Impact Dial. No one can withstand a single blow from it—not even