Jinbe's Fury
Leo and the others had no idea that a war was taking place near their submarine.
Even if they had known, they could not have been bothered to dispense justice for those racists.
Those who started it deserved what they got.
Racists were already pathetic enough. Racists with no facts whatsoever to back them up were pathetic beyond belief.
And if they still could not win, that would be even more ridiculous.
Were people like that worth saving?
Honestly, there were not many purely evil people in the whole pirate world. The Donquixote Family counted as one, Caesar counted as one, and fish-men like those from the Fish-Man District, who kept committing evil deeds while clinging to vague, illusory dreams, counted too.
Those people were not even worth feeding to fish; Leo did not take them seriously at all.
And that was indeed the case. His judgment of combat strength was quite accurate. On the entire Fish-Man Island, aside from Jinbe, virtually no one could inflict much damage on the current Zoro or Tashigi after she had eaten the Weight-Weight Fruit.
This was not a matter of whether they could win.
It was a matter of whether they could leave any wounds on Zoro and Tashigi.
There was no need to mention Tashigi. She had gradually embarked upon the path of the Great Sword Style: let a thousand paths come at me, and I would answer with a single path. Kashuu, which Franky had modified with Wapol Metal, could no longer satisfy her strength.
Other than Jinbe, all those fish-men on Fish-Man Island who looked so formidable were just a bunch of small fry. Calling them small fry was a little harsh, though. After all, in the original story, they had faced the Straw Hat Pirates three years