True Flying Fleet VS Buster Call Fleet

"The people here had finally managed to live stable lives, and you were so impatient to make them starve, freeze, and live in fear again? World Government... is this your justice?"

A massive rock slowly rose from the port district of the Eternal Continent, as if held aloft by an invisible hand, hovering steadily in midair. Issho stood atop it, his robes snapping in the wind.

Gambler's Fireline left its sheath, the cold gleam of its blade blooming alongside the rare anger on his face.

A purple gravitational field abruptly gathered before him, forming a translucent sphere.

"Gravity Blade: Raging Taiko!"

The "taiko," compressed from gravity, surged forward. The air was crushed into rolling thunder, each boom like Giant Tribe warriors beating upon the void as though it were a drum.

Dozens of heavy shells still mid-flight were crushed into fragments by invisible force, scattering into the sea.

At the bow, Commander-in-Chief Kong raised his eyes. One hand, rough as iron sand, rested against the railing as he spoke expressionlessly.

"Stop spouting nonsense. What right do lowly rebels like you have to call yourselves human?"

If it had been young Marine recruits, they might have been shaken by that righteous-sounding accusation and argued back on the spot.

But Kong had long passed that age. In his world, there were only orders and order.

In the eyes of the World Government's upper ranks, civilians from non-member nations did not deserve human status. Literally, they were livestock.

Hearing that, Issho sighed inwardly and once again felt fortunate that he had not chosen to join the Marines back then.

If he truly had to work alongside people whose hearts had grown cold even toward humanity itself, he would rather deafen his own ears as well.

There was no point in speaking to those