New World, Apple Sea.
"It's going down!"
"Retreat, retreat... send the signal!"
"No need to rendezvous! Tell every ship to leave these waters!"
Rumble, rumble... The thunderclouds roared without end, sand and dust filled the air, and countless chunks of stone broke away from the Floating Fortress as it plunged rapidly toward the sea. The Big Mom Pirates, who had only just evacuated, were seized by uncontrollable panic.
Perhaps he had anticipated this long ago. Otherwise, why would the Kingdom of Zh's army and samurai have so readily given up such a perfect opportunity...? After having his wounds simply bandaged, Katakuri arrived aboard the Singing's main ship, his unease growing ever heavier.
"No... this is merely self-preservation."
As Katakuri sped away on the wind, his gaze stretched toward the far end of the horizon... Whether it was Reg or them, they now shared a common enemy.
That was the World Government, watching them like a tiger eyeing its prey. Although the Marines had launched a large-scale assault on Whitebeard's territory and dispatched most of their fighting force... Marine Headquarters still had the Fleet Admiral, the former Admiral Zephyr, and numerous powerful fighters from P0, the strongest shield protecting the Celestial Dragons.
If both sides fought to the death here, they would only give the other side an opening... Huu!
After letting out a long breath, Katakuri's unease eased somewhat. At least for now, he did not need to worry about Mama being besieged by other powerful enemies... Their failure to act now likely meant that they were conserving their strength in preparation for the World Government's attack.
"Still..."
Katakuri looked up at the Floating Fortress and touched the wound on his neck... Whether Mama won or lost over there, he had to make the same preparations here, ensuring that most