New World.
The upheaval caused by the killing of Charlotte Oven had once again made the New World the center of countless gazes.
The Navy and the Big Mom Pirates were the main players in this incident.
This calm carried the same oppressive weight as the stillness before a storm, something the people of these seas understood more deeply than anyone.
Even beneath bright sunshine, the gloom in people's hearts could not be dispelled.
Five days had passed since Oven's death. The Navy and the Big Mom Pirates stood on the brink of conflict, with war imminent.
Fortunately, the island where Vergo had been killed had been chosen because the intelligence was genuine, and it was also very close to Big Mom's territory, so as not to arouse the other side's suspicions.
Therefore, even if war were to break out, the Big Mom Pirates would still need to reach the Navy's territory in the New World first.
Meanwhile, the Navy stood ready at its branches, awaiting the coming war.
Yet under such circumstances, Dawn, who stood at the center of the storm, was lying on a warship and drifting across the sea with Kizaru.
"Hey, hey, Vice Admiral Kizaru, when are we getting there? Is this intelligence even reliable?" Dawn asked as he yawned and lay lazily on the deck.
"It should be correct. We'll reach our destination soon. According to the informant's report, the Donquixote Family is currently stationed here," Kizaru replied in the same lazy manner.
"By the way, isn't war about to break out over there? Is it really okay for us to be this relaxed?" Dawn scratched his cheek. "And you aren't there either, Vice Admiral. What if the fighting starts?"
"The world will keep turning even without anyone in it, Dawn," Kizaru said in his