Battle at Sky Island Harbor

White Sea Harbor.

The wind stopped.

Even the drifting clouds seemed frozen.

When the purple-haired figure emerged fully from the dust—

The faces of the Roger Pirates changed all at once.

"Zephyr?!!"

"Death Blow Zephyr?!"

"You've got to be kidding me—?!!"

That name was enough to wake countless pirates in a cold sweat.

Former Marine Admiral.

Chief instructor of the Marines.

"Kill every pirate on sight."

Any one of those three titles carried weight. Together, they were overwhelming.

The "four monsters" now rising through the Marines, along with nearly every elite Marine officer, had trained under Zephyr.

They had all been forged beneath his iron fists.

Even—

Rumor had it that Zephyr had literally beaten Azure Dragon Rock's Armament Haki into him.

Though he had later stepped back from the front lines because of that incident—

No one had ever dared underestimate Zephyr.

He was the youngest man ever promoted to Admiral.

His mastery of Armament Haki was said to rival even Garp's.

Pirates who had underestimated him had long since sunk to the ocean floor.

Who wouldn't feel a chill with a man like that standing before them?

Buggy's jaw dropped straight to the ground.

Click.

His eyes bulged out of their sockets, and his limbs flew apart in fright.

"Wh-why?!"

"Why is Zephyr up in the sky?!"

Even his voice trembled.

Shanks swallowed.

"This has to be a joke..."

Roger's smile vanished completely. His hand slowly settled on the hilt of Ace.

His fingers tightened, and the blade slid free.

Clang—

The clear ring of metal echoed across the harbor.

He never would have imagined—

That he would run into the Marines on Sky Island.

And Zephyr, at that.

Worse still was the dull ache deep inside him.

As though it were reminding him—

Time was running out.