Akainu, Aokiji, and Kizaru—the Marine Admirals—were the Navy's greatest fighting force.
When the three approached Kizaru under Fleet Admiral Sengoku's orders, the pressure they brought to bear sent ordinary pirates and even Marines stumbling backward in fear.
Kizaru stood in the middle of the plaza, smiling as he watched the three Admirals approach. He showed no fear whatsoever.
"Men, move up and support him." As an ally, Whitebeard couldn't stand by and watch his comrade face the threat of the Marine Admirals alone.
As soon as he spoke, Whitebeard sprang into action, holding the Twelve Supreme Grade Blades' Murakumogiri as he prepared to go support Kizaru.
"Don't come over. I'll handle these three. Three Admirals aren't enough to threaten me." Kizaru smiled as he stopped the Whitebeard Pirates from coming to his aid.
The moment Kizaru said those words, the entire plaza fell silent again.
Almost everyone present wondered if their ears were broken. Otherwise, how could they have heard someone say that three Admirals posed no threat?
These were the Marine Admirals! The Navy's greatest fighting force, a trio of top-tier powerhouses whose names were renowned across the seas.
"Jie jie jie! This is getting more and more interesting." One of the Shichibukai, the Heavenly Yaksha, looked intrigued.
When he'd met Kizaru last time, Kizaru had left a deep impression on him. He knew Kizaru was among the strongest people on the seas, but he hadn't expected him to be so confident—or perhaps arrogant.
Arrogant? Or confident? They'd find out soon enough.
"Oh ho ho! How frightening!" Admiral Kizaru recited his usual catchphrase.
"What a pain," Aokiji complained, still looking as lazy as ever.
Only Akainu let out an angry snort when he heard Kizaru's words. His expression turned savage, clearly furious with the man.
"Brother Whitebeard, go rescue