Gathering

Even these top elites, standing beside Madara, were all reduced to mere accessories, their sharpness steadily suppressed by that aloof figure.

Their perfectly synchronized movements revealed not only the rigorous discipline honed through countless battles, but also the unique, oppressive aura of the Uchiha.

Uchiha Kei knelt on one knee, his back straight and his head bowed.

He, who was usually calm and reserved and had never changed his expression even after a major battle, now had his shoulders and back taut unconsciously.

Beneath the steady, mountain-like voice lay a barely concealed tremor.

He had already prepared a backup plan in his mind. The two Elder, Yaoyu Yakumi, were originally supposed to come to his aid. He never expected that it would be this long-dormant Asura who looked down on the world who would personally cross over to the New World.

Ban glanced at him with downcast eyes, his narrow eyes indifferent and unwavering, devoid of joy or anger. His tone was as light as casual conversation, yet it carried an undeniable air of authority.

"The Navy is holding us back with the Yaoyu and Yakumi, preventing us from getting away. This mere farce by the Four Emperors is nothing for them; I can handle it myself."

At the front of the line, Chunwu also knelt on one knee.

The boy's right shoulder was wrapped in layers of bandages, and the unhealed wound was still faintly oozing pale red blood. His body, which had just survived a fierce battle, still carried the traces of fatigue.

But he gripped the knife hilt tightly with his left hand, his knuckles turning white, and even though he was physically and mentally exhausted, he never relaxed his grip for a moment.

He hung his head, his jaw clenched tightly, and his voice was extremely low, filled with deep guilt and self-reproach.

"Lord Madara, it is my incompetence. On our first sea voyage, we nearly suffered total annihilation, and in the end, it was only thanks to Senior Kei's intervention that we were able to clean up the mess. I... have brought shame upon the Uchiha."

Madara's gaze remained quietly fixed on the boy.

His battered body, his unyielding back, his stubborn fingers gripping the knife handle—everything about him showed his unwillingness to admit defeat.

He remained silent for a moment, the stagnant air around him loosened slightly, and his clear, cool voice broke through the sea breeze, without a trace of criticism, yet every word was heavy and powerful.

"Qi Du told me that you single-handedly held off Jack the Drought, risking your life to buy time for Rin and the entire clan to retreat."

If this is considered shameful, then the Uchiha Clan's countless battles in the past probably have very few that can be considered respectable.

Chunwu suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with astonishment, his lips moving slightly as if he wanted to speak in his defense.

Ban raised his hand and pressed down lightly; the simple gesture carried an immense aura, instantly silencing him.

"I don't care about the process or the guilt; I only care about the final result."

"You led a team of twenty-one men, and all of them returned unharmed; not one perished, and not one fell behind. This is the most remarkable achievement."

His gaze was deep and fixed on the boy's slightly immature yet resolute face. His tone carried the confidence of someone who had been through it all, a clear understanding of the world, and an open and composed demeanor.

"Jack, with a billion-dollar bounty and holding the position of one of the Three Disasters, was somehow managed to escape unscathed by your fifteen-year-old age."

"If this is what you call shameful, then the so-called Yonko Commander combat power of the Beasts Pirates is nothing but a joke with empty titles."

Chunwu was slightly taken aback, and a lump suddenly formed in his throat.

A moment later, he lowered his head forcefully, his dark hair obscuring his eyebrows and eyes, while his ears turned slightly red, and his eyes churned with suppressed bitterness and burning fighting spirit.

Lin, standing beside him, lowered his eyes, bowed quietly, and remained silent, but he had already firmly memorized these words in his heart.

Madara withdrew his gaze from the new generation, all the remaining gentleness around him vanished, and that chilling, oppressive aura that seemed to survey the Four Blues once again enveloped the entire area. He turned to look at Uchiha Kei in front of him, his tone suddenly becoming deep and calm, without the slightest ripple.

"The news of Jack's defeat has already spread throughout the seas, Kaido will surely come to seek revenge."

"Very well, I'll personally assess just how much real skill this self-proclaimed strongest Emperor of the Sea truly possesses."

He glanced at the group of new generation clansmen, his tone indifferent yet brooking no argument.

"All of you, retreat to Origin Island immediately. This war is none of your business, juniors."

Upon hearing this, Uchiha Kei frowned slightly, then immediately bowed and volunteered, his tone earnest and firm. "Lord Madara, I request to stay. I lacked confidence when facing Kaido before, but now that you are here, I can assist you, clear out enemy minions, and prevent trivial matters from interfering with the main battlefield."

Faced with Qi's request, Madara merely turned his head and glanced at him indifferently. There was no denial in his eyes, but it revealed extreme arrogance and indifference—an absolute pride that belonged only to him and that did not require anyone's assistance.

"I saw your strike. Susanoo a solid foundation and decent spirit; he's a promising talent."

His tone was calm, yet carried an air of unwavering confidence, each word ringing out firmly and leaving no room for argument.

"But not necessarily."

"One Kaido and a bunch of remnants of the Beasts Pirates, I alone am enough to suppress the entire scene."

"You stay here and maintain order at the port, protecting the returning clansmen. The fighting on the battlefield is none of my business."

These few words, without any arrogance or boasting, exude an absolute confidence that can crush everything.

In Madara's eyes, the Four Emperors of the New World are still a one-man game that requires no partner or assistance. From beginning to end, he alone can decide the outcome and control the world.

Uchiha Kei a slight tremor in his heart, deeply sensing the supreme arrogance of this ancient Asura. He no longer insisted, solemnly bowing his head in obedience. "Your subordinate obeys."

On one side of the deck, the hushed conversations of the Night Owl Guard ceased.

The crowd stood silently, filled with boundless awe.

The world fears the Four Emperors ruling the Four Blues, but in Madara's eyes, the so-called overwhelming power of the Beasts Pirates is nothing more than a swarm of ants that can be crushed at will.

In the queue, Chunwu stood quietly, his fingertips repeatedly tightening and loosening the hilt of his knife.

In his previous battle, he truly experienced the cruelty of the sea.

He once thought that he had mastered the skills through hard work and was strong enough to stand on his own. But the image of Jack shattering Ninjutsu with a single punch and crushing the battle was still vivid in his mind, making him realize his insignificance and inadequacy.

But at this moment, gazing at the tall and proud figure before him, and feeling the heavy, murderous aura surrounding him—the absolute foundation of Sengoku who had endured countless battles and crushed an era, enough to single-handedly crush the raging storms of the entire New World.

The boy's dejection completely vanished.

Today, Lord Madara stands alone in the harbor, facing Beasts Pirates armies.

One day, he will surely catch up with that figure and personally establish inviolable rules for the Uchiha.

On the distant horizon, the morning mist gradually dissipated, and a massive, dark fleet of Beasts Pirates ships broke through the fog, pressing in on the sea with overwhelming ferocity.

The sea breeze swept across the dock, stirring the clear, sky-blue afterglow of Susanoo Ban. Within the shifting light, an unparalleled sharpness was concealed.

A massive army is pressing in, and the winds and waves are raging.

Madara Uchiha stood with his hands behind his back, single-handedly calming the vast sea of Coral Port, awaiting the arrival of the emperor for a battle.