Rolling Thunderclouds

Just then, a figure emerged from the town, right on time.

Kozuki Oden strode out in front, carrying two jugs of good sake. His shoulders swayed, and there was a spring in his step.

The morning breeze stirred the hem of his kimono. He could barely contain his excitement.

Izo followed quietly behind him, as composed as ever.

Nekomamushi and Inuarashi walked on either side, full of energy, their tails and ears swaying gently in the wind. Clearly, they had grown used to coming here every day.

As Oden walked, he raised a hand high and waved toward the harbor.

"Hey—!"

His voice carried far on the sea breeze.

When the Whitebeard Pirates saw that familiar figure appear again, many of them couldn't help smiling.

"Here he comes."

"Sure enough, that guy hasn't missed a single day."

"Ha! Just wait till you see his face."

Oden pushed straight through the crowd to Newgate, tilted his head back, and flashed his trademark hearty grin.

"Newgate!"

"Let's have another match today!!"

His voice rang out, full of fighting spirit.

Newgate looked down at the man grinning like a child. The tension that had gripped him for days eased a little.

He broke into a grin, showing a row of gleaming white teeth.

"Gurararara—"

His laughter boomed.

"Oden... we're—"

He paused, a hint of something deeper in his voice.

"About to set sail."

The words struck like a muffled thunderclap.

"What—?!!"

Oden's smile froze. His eyes flew wide, and he nearly jumped on the spot.

"Your ship's fixed already?!"

He whipped around and looked toward the Moby Dick.

The ship looked good as new. Its masts towered overhead, and the crew were making their final checks. It was plainly ready to sail at any moment.

"No!!"

Oden shoved the sake jugs into Nekomamushi's