Kuri Daimyo Kozuki Oden

Wano Country, Kuri.

Waves continuously battered the reefs, white spray surging up before the wind tore it apart.

The Moby Dick, swept deep into the New World by unknown currents, now lay quietly moored on the shallows outside Ida Port.

The massive ship was scorched and dented in many places, and its masts and deck planks needed replacing and reinforcing—it would take at least two weeks before it could sail again.

The Whitebeard Pirates gradually gathered on the beach.

Some carried supplies, some dismantled damaged planks, and some set up a temporary camp. Their duties were clearly assigned, and everything was in perfect order.

The air was thick with the mingled scent of seawater, wood shavings, and scorch marks.

Newgate sat atop a sturdy wooden crate, his hulking figure holding down the field like a mountain.

Beside him, Murakumogiri was planted diagonally in the sand, its hilt standing firm as if even the earth had been subdued.

Several officers gathered nearby, and the atmosphere was unusually relaxed.

Young Marco, with his especially eye-catching "pineapple head," rested both hands behind his head and said with a grin:

"Looks like we'll be staying here for a while, Pops~"

Newgate snorted, then broke into his trademark bold laugh.

"Gurararara, can't be helped."

He raised his head and surveyed the unfamiliar, rugged scenery around him. His gaze swept over the rolling mountain shadows and dense jungle, his tone carrying casual curiosity.

"By the way—"

"Where are we?"

Just as the Whitebeard Pirates were regrouping at Ida Port and repairing their ship—

Deep within Kuri.

Kozuki Oden, the daimyo of Kuri, had always longed to set sail, yet had been bound to the land of Wano Country. The moment he heard that "pirates have come ashore," his entire being nearly ignited.

"Pirates landed...?"

Without hesitation,