Three days later, the New World.
As the informants planted by various major forces within Marine Headquarters passed the intelligence along, the vast New World was thoroughly shaken, as if by an earthquake.
Especially after seeing the newspapers' account of the wagered battle, as well as the insane proposal for a worldwide military draft.
Many pirates sensed the feeling of a storm gathering overhead.
"Dracule Mihawk, are you planning to leave?"
On an unknown island, Red-Haired Shanks tipped his head back and poured strong liquor into his mouth. Lowering his gaze to the newspapers scattered across the ground, he said, "If the reports haven't strayed too far from the truth, that kid really is something else."
"In such a short time, he trained both the Baboon King and Luffy to this level. If they're given a little more time, it's not impossible for them to become top-tier forces on the sea."
At this point, Red-Haired Shanks smiled with interest. "Mihawk, leaving in such a hurry... don't tell me you're planning to find that brat and take the Baboon King back?"
"That would be rather like burning the bridge after crossing it. That brat probably won't agree to it."
As soon as those words fell, Lucky Roux, Benn Beckman, and the others stopped what they were doing and looked toward Dracule Mihawk.
Besides being shocked by the battle described in the newspaper, they were even more uncertain.
They clearly remembered Red-Haired Shanks mentioning before
that his current strength could only maintain stability in this stretch of the New World's seas.
To completely dismantle the old era, shatter the old order, and usher in a new age, this era had to be infused with fresh vitality.
Only then could the established situation be completely destroyed.
And Shanks had deliberately remained in Windmill