Reactions of the Four Emperors

Meanwhile, on Onigashima.

The magnificent yet empty Skull Hall was shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere, permeated with the lingering stench of alcohol.

Kaido crumpled the intelligence report in his hand, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed the rough pulp mixed with strong liquor a couple of times, then spat it out. Tiny pieces of paper, carrying a strong smell of alcohol, landed directly on King's face in front of him.

"Hahaha!"

The heavy laughter made the beams and pillars of the entire hall tremble slightly. "Those Red Eye brats from the Uchiha have finally dared to crawl out of their shells in the West Blue!"

Twenty-one brats, walking confidently in the front half, without even a senior figure to protect them—this isn't training, it's clearly holding up a sign to tell all the pirates on the sea, "Come and challenge me!"

Jin remained expressionless, raising his hand to wipe away the bits of pulp from his mask. He stood tall and motionless, his tone cold and calm, directly puncturing this seemingly arrogant farce.

"Before Natsu appeared, the only newcomer in the entire sea who dared to venture alone into the first half of the Grand Line, and with such arrogance, was Governor Xia Yin."

Kaido chuckled upon hearing this, casually picked up the huge wine jar beside him, tilted his head back, and took a big gulp, the spicy liquor sliding down his throat and into his stomach.

"Back in my day, I wasn't this naive. When I first started out, I went straight for the Marine Headquarters and clashed head-on. I didn't need a small team to create a show of force."

Jin completely ignored his boasting and continued to calmly analyze the situation.

"These Uchiha juniors must be carrying out a clan training mission. The fact that they seem to have no protectors doesn't mean they don't have backup plans."

Don't forget Natsu's spatial abilities; there's almost nowhere in the entire ocean he can't reach.

"He can land next to any member of his tribe in an instant, if he so desires."

"There's no need to take action." He spoke with certainty, each word clear. "Everyone knows about the Summit War and how terrifying Natsu's thirst for revenge is."

"To drag the entire Beasts Pirates into a hopeless battle for the sake of twenty-one young talents who are not yet fully grown is a losing proposition."

The main hall fell into a long silence.

Kaido neither got angry nor refuted.

He was naturally warlike and fearless, but that did not mean he was reckless or ignorant.

He was indeed not afraid of Uchiha Natsu, but he also clearly remembered that even the Commander-in-Chief of the Army Steel Bone Kong, had suffered a great loss at that person's hands.

The heavy wine jars slammed onto the stone table with a dull thud.

"Let's hold back for now," Kaido voice. "I want to see just how much skill these brats really have, and how far they can go in the perilous New World."

He looked up at the dark clouds outside the hall and added a mocking comment tinged with expectation.

"I'll wait and see if they have the guts to make their way to Onigashima."

Jin bowed and accepted the order, then turned and stepped down the towering stone steps. Beneath the mask, a barely perceptible curve appeared at the corner of his lips.

The fact that Kaido could suppress his inherent warlike nature and remain dormant is the highest Uchiha Natsu.

On the other side of the New World, a vast, calm sea.

The warm afternoon sun cast its rays upon the sea, scattering golden light across the azure waves. A gentle sea breeze billowed the sails of the Red Fowles, and the ship swayed gently with the waves, exuding a sense of tranquility and leisure.

Shanks sat cross-legged on the bow of the ship, his single arm casually resting on his knee, a secret intelligence report between his fingers. He flipped through it several times, his eyes filled with sighs.

A moment later, he raised his hand and handed the paper to Ben Beckman beside him.

"Natsu is always so decisive and efficient. The Clan Academy has only been established for a few years, but the younger generation he has nurtured is already capable of handling things independently and going out to sea for experience."

Beckman took the report, glanced at the few lines of text, lit a cigar, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled the white smoke, his calm tone puncturing his sentimental remarks.

"When you set sail to make your way in the world, you were younger than these children, all alone, without any guards."

Shanks choked on his words, then chuckled and scratched the back of his head, explaining, "My situation is different. Back then, I had Captain Roger to back me up."

"They have Natsu," Beckman flicked the ash from his cigarette, his tone nonchalant. "Essentially, there's no difference."

Shanks paused for a moment, pondered carefully, and finally nodded calmly.

He folded the secret report and tucked it into his bosom, leaned back against the ship's railing, and gazed silently at the boundless blue sea.

He knew this route all too well. Starting from the West Blue, traversing the first half of the Grand Line, and finally stepping into the New World, a place rife with conflict.

Back then, he had Roger to guide him and the entire crew of the Oro Jack to support him.

Now, these young Uchiha are facing an uncertain future, but behind them stands an ever-growing and increasingly powerful Uchiha Clan.

"I really want to see how far they can go."

After a long silence, Shanks spoke softly, his tone tinged with anticipation.

Beckman exhaled another smoke ring, which dissipated into the sea breeze.

"Perhaps, their new legend has officially begun from this moment."

Shanks did not respond, but simply gazed silently at the horizon where the sea met the sky, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

The deck of the Red Fowles was warm from the afternoon sea breeze, and the waves gently lapped against the hull, creating a lazy, undulating rhythm.

Laki Ru lay half-reclined by the railing, slowly propping himself up, his palm still clutching a piece of gnawed, greasy animal leg, grease dripping from between his fingers and spreading shallow oil stains on the wooden deck.

"That brat Luffy," he mumbled, chewing a couple of bites of meat with his cheeks puffed out, "Judging by the time, he should be wandering around the first half of the sea right now, right? After the Summit War, that guy completely disappeared without a trace."

A simple sentence quietly captured the attention of everyone on deck.

All the officers' eyes fell on Shanks.

The Yasopp suddenly stopped, his fingertips tracing the grooves on the gun barrel, his brow furrowing slightly.

He harbored a secret he hadn't told anyone. After the Summit War, Rayleigh had a private talk with him, mentioning that Luffy had stayed on a deserted island off the Sabaody Archipelago for a two-year training camp.

Time is now ticking away, and the two-year period is almost up.

Rayleigh's tone back then was one of entrustment, not casual conversation; only he knew the weight of that message.

Moreover, his son was also in the Straw Hat Pirates, and this concern made him weigh the pros and cons more carefully.

It was precisely at this juncture that the entire new generation of the Uchiha set sail for training, their route traversing the first half of the Grand Line.

The two emerging teams have very similar trajectories, making a meeting almost inevitable.

He knew Luffy's personality all too well; he was fearless and had boundless courage.