Sparks drifted slowly through the ruins.
The Beasts grunts in the distance still did not dare approach. They could only peek over fallen walls and broken stone pillars.
The battle just now had caused too much of a commotion. Half the abandoned warehouse had been overturned, and the ground was still marked with scorched burns and a thin layer of frost.
The flames on Ace's fist had not yet fully gone out.
Yamato rested her spiked club on her shoulder, but the hostility from earlier was already gone from her face.
She looked at Ace, her eyes frighteningly bright.
"Did you really call Kaido a Drunken Dragon just now?"
Ace frowned at her.
"What?"
"Are you going to stand up for him?"
Yamato immediately shook her head.
"Not a chance."
She even curled her lip in disgust.
"I just thought you said it perfectly."
Ace stared at her for a few breaths.
Only after confirming that she truly had no killing intent did the flames around his fist slowly recede.
That fight had been fierce enough, but by the end, the atmosphere had somehow changed.
One of them cursed Kaido, while the other lit up at the sound of Kaido being cursed. How were they supposed to keep fighting?
Ace suddenly felt that throwing another punch would be rather pointless.
He rubbed the shoulder that had gone numb from the spiked club's impact and sighed.
"So you're not with the Beasts Pirates?"
Yamato thought about it.
"Strictly speaking, I am."
Ace's eyelid twitched, and Yamato promptly added,
"But I don't acknowledge it."
Ace was speechless.
He suddenly felt that the people on this Onigashima were harder to understand than the weather in the New World.
Yet Yamato seemed like she had finally found someone she could talk to. She grabbed