"What do you mean, talk-no-jutsu?"
"Your hometown sounds rather interesting, young man, but now isn't the time to discuss personal matters. Let's deal with these pirates first." Fujitora tightened his grip on his cane sword slightly.
Before everyone's eyes, he lightly stomped on the ground.
"Gravity Field!"
Bang!
Centered on Fujitora, an immense crushing force descended upon the vast dock without warning.
The pirates who had long since discarded their weapons and surrendered, knowing they had no chance of escape, were caught completely off guard.
In an instant, they were crushed directly to the ground by that overwhelming pressure.
The rocky ground beneath their feet let out a series of strained cracks, creating the illusion that it might collapse and split apart at any moment.
Seeing Fujitora suppress several thousand pirates with a single move, the expressions of Smoker, Ain, and even Shiryu changed.
At the very least, Shiryu knew he could not accomplish something like that.
"Alright. Since Fujitora has lent us a hand, Ain and Smoker will each lead a team to take all the pirates into custody. Everyone else, notify the other branches and have them come assist us. This is a chance to earn merit—I'm sure they won't refuse."
As Qin Yu's orders were issued one after another, the Marine soldiers present sprang into action.
After exchanging a glance, Fujitora and Green Bull also moved to one side, waiting as Ain and Smoker took the pirates into custody.
This was to prevent a riot from breaking out at a critical moment.
As for whether Qin Yu's World Military Draft was real, news of such a major event had already spread throughout the entire New World, as well as the first half of the Grand Line and the Four Seas.
Neither Green Bull nor Fujitora needed to