Blackbeard stood on the shattered ice in front of the Moby Dick.
His mouth, missing its front teeth, hung open, and black smoke billowed from his body.
Behind him, the hardened criminals he had brought out of Impel Down wore vicious expressions.
Shiryu of the Rain wiped the long sword in his hand.
The Corrupt King Pizarro shook his enormous cat-head mask, letting out a strange laugh.
Burgess slapped his belt thunderously, the heavy flesh on his face quivering.
"Zehahahahaha!"
"The times are changing, Pops!"
"Your old era ends today!"
Blackbeard spread his arms, and black mist spread across the ice beneath his feet.
His eyes brimmed with greed and fervor for the power of Devil Fruits.
"Hand over that power that can shatter the world!"
"Only I, Marshall D. Teach, deserve to sit on the throne of the world!"
Whitebeard stood at the edge of the deck, his chest heaving.
His old wounds ached faintly in the sea breeze.
Looking at his former crewmate, Whitebeard tightened his grip on his naginata, Murakumogiri.
Before Whitebeard could rebuke him, a cool voice cut through Blackbeard's arrogance.
"Where did this ugly freak come from? Hideous face, big mouth."
Wearing the leather boots of her Black Tortoise heavy armor, Pakura landed lightly on an icy outcrop in front of the Moby Dick.
She folded her arms and looked coldly down at the Blackbeard Pirates.
She had eaten grilled Sea King meat in the Hidden Leaf's South District for over half a month and assimilated the Type-Zero Drug Orochimaru had formulated.
The chakra and vitality within her had already undergone a qualitative transformation.
Now, Pakura was fretting over the lack of a suitable opponent to test the results of her training.
Blackbeard's laughter stopped abruptly.
He tilted his head to size up Pakura, who