Evil Bloodlines Should Not Be Inherited

The sun over the waters near Raijin Island rose and set.

The clang of metal, the tearing shriek of sword strikes slicing through rock, the crackle of burning trees, and the crisp shattering of ice echoed across the island for three days and three nights.

High above the sea, David's Revenge floated silently beneath the clouds.

Inside the cabin, the crew stood behind the portholes, high-powered binoculars in hand, staring fixedly at the earth-shattering duel on the island.

A trace of tension showed on every face, but there was no panic. They all waited eagerly for the final result of this peak confrontation.

Nojiko stood at the front, staring intently toward the island with her full attention focused. The power of the Door-Door Fruit had long been primed, ready to open an Air Door at any moment and support any battlefield in need.

Beside her, Yamato had not turned off her Observation Haki since the battle began. Her senses spread like a vast net over the entire sea, guarding against any unexpected developments.

On the sea, three green-painted warships lay quietly anchored in the distance. Waves slapped against their hulls, white spray breaking along their sides with a rushing roar.

On the decks, Marine soldiers stood ramrod straight, gripping high-powered binoculars. Their gazes were all fixed on distant Raijin Island, closely observing the fierce battle there.

Not far from those warships, dozens of pirate ships of various shapes and sizes were scattered across the sea.

The vessels varied in size and design. Some had vicious skull carvings covering their hulls, while others flew brightly colored streamers, making them particularly ostentatious.

All kinds of flags fluttered from their masts: some were Whitebeard Pirates flags bearing Whitebeard's emblem, some belonged to the Big Mom Pirates, and others displayed the mark of the