The Final Battle (V)

Coconut Island waters.

"Sengoku, how long are you planning to stand there dazed? Wake up, damn it!"

The sails snapping in the sea breeze, the clamor of people rushing about, the raging waves surging from the Calm Belt, the roars of countless beasts—none of the sounds composing this symphony of disaster managed to rouse the despairing Sengoku. Instead, Garp's sandbag-sized fist, which came straight at his face, punched him awake as though from a dream.

"Hiss... I feel much better now."

Sengoku sniffed as his nose stung, casually wiping away the tears that had welled up. He then regained his usual air of calm control and spoke directly to Whitebeard. "We have to work together to quell this disaster... otherwise, too many people will die."

"Heh heh... you old bastard, you're finally back to normal."

Before Whitebeard could say anything, Garp grinned... at a critical moment like this, they still had to rely on Sengoku. Otherwise, even if he used every last bit of his strength, he would not be able to stop those Sea Kings that had lost their homes.

"Fine. We'll set aside our grudges for now."

Whitebeard gave Sengoku a long look, with a hint of newfound respect in his eyes... he was right. If these rampaging Sea Kings were allowed to continue their destruction, not only would their retreating subordinates suffer grievous casualties, but the surrounding islands would also be severely affected. By then, it would not be tens of thousands dead, but hundreds of thousands—millions.

"Garp, you take the left. I'll take the right. Whitebeard, you take the middle..."

"Don't kill the Sea Kings, or we'll anger them further. Hurt them first, then use Conqueror's Haki to frighten them away..."

"I'll contact Tsuru and have her send Kuzan... looks like that won't be necessary. For