"Yes, Clan Head!"
Sensing that familiar, powerful chakra fluctuation behind them, Uchiha Kei, Yashiro, and Tekka were instantly overjoyed. Their tightly drawn backs finally relaxed slightly.
Ten nautical miles away, beneath a cliff completely hidden by thick fog and jagged reefs, the Blackbeard Pirates' ship lay silently anchored in a sheltered cove, without even a hint of light showing.
Teach and his crew lay behind the rocks at the edge of the cliff, holding high-powered binoculars as they stared fixedly at the distant battlefield, where flames blazed into the sky and waves churned wildly. Cannon fire and the roar of ninjutsu drifted over on the sea wind, and every explosion made their hearts jolt.
Van Augur's right eye was pressed firmly to Senriku's high-powered scope. His grip on the rifle tightened slightly, and a fine layer of cold sweat beaded on his forehead.
He had already known from his scouting that these people were formidable, but seeing them casually summon seas of fire and lightning dragons, withstand the combined bombardment of five Marine Headquarters warships, and even fight Marine Headquarters vice admirals on equal footing, still made every hair on his body stand on end.
Beside him, Burgess held up his binoculars with his mouth wide enough to fit a fist inside. The flask in his hand tilted sideways, rum spilling all over him without him even noticing.
Earlier, he had been shouting about leading a charge to overturn their nest, but now, watching that overwhelming ninjutsu descend like a natural disaster, every muscle in his body was tensed tight. Not a trace of his previous arrogance remained.
Lafitte leaned on his carved cane. The usual effeminate smile had long vanished from his face, his brows drawn tightly together as he stared at the scarlet Sharingan on the battlefield, his