"You've got to be kidding!"
"The Fleet Admiral... what kind of despicable man is he?"
On the Sabaody Archipelago, crowds rubbed their eyes, thinking they must have seen wrong. But the sight remained clear: Sengoku had one hand around Ace's neck and was holding him in front of himself as a shield.
Why?
The Marines had always upheld the name of "justice." How could their supreme commander do something like this?
How was that any different from the most vicious pirates?
"Hmph! The Marines are a bunch of hypocrites!"
Sitting on a rooftop, Kid curled his lip and sneered at the big screen. The other Supernovas showed less open contempt, but they frowned all the same.
Some of them were thinking further ahead.
An enemy was an enemy, but Marine Headquarters under a leader willing to do anything would be far more dangerous than a force bound by rigid ideals of justice!
But was that really the truth?
Leaning against an alley wall, Luo called for Bepo and the others to leave, his face expressionless.
"Where are we going, Captain? The fight isn't over yet."
"Nothing left to see. He's already here."
His crew exchanged puzzled looks as Luo strode off with his hands tucked away. Though they had no idea what he meant, they followed him.
Forcing the Air Quake to change direction had been no small challenge for Whitebeard in his exhausted state. He suppressed the turmoil in his blood, raised his head, and looked at the figure he had known for years.
"Sengoku, you've changed!"
"No. I've just grown old, like you."
Sengoku slowly shook his head, his eyes blazing. "Attack! Kill Whitebeard!"
The battle resumed!
Marco and Jozu faced their earlier opponents, Fujitora and Ryokugyu. The seventeen vice admirals from Headquarters fought the officers of the