Along Minion Island's coastline.
The soldiers of the Marine G-5 Branch were still gathered around the image projected by the Den Den Mushi, patiently awaiting the final outcome of the pirates' battle on the island.
Senior Pink, lurking underground, covertly glanced through a crack in the soil at the Marines outside. When he saw the composed elderly woman sitting among them, his heart sank. He immediately burrowed away without a sound, racing back toward Flevance.
Buffalo, conducting aerial reconnaissance with binoculars in hand, swept his gaze across the coastline. The moment he recognized that familiar figure within the Marine camp, he nearly fell out of the sky in fright.
Vice Admiral Tsuru! The Marine vice admiral who had chased them all over the world!
Vice Admiral Tsuru seemed to sense something. She calmly looked up and cast a glance in his direction.
That casual glance sent Buffalo's soul fleeing in terror, cold sweat instantly soaking his back. Thanks to the "fine tradition" of their young master Doflamingo fleeing without hesitation whenever he saw that old woman, nearly every officer in the Donquixote Family suffered from some degree of "Tsuru-phobia."
He did not dare linger any longer. His propellers spun madly as he fled at top speed, returning to Flevance to deliver the news.
The battlefield outside Flevance.
[Five Color Strings]
[Charge Bullet]
Doflamingo launched an attack, then immediately pulled himself away with his strings, narrowly dodging a lightning bullet carrying terrifying kinetic force. Yet the spreading electric arcs from the explosion still grazed his abdomen, leaving behind a patch of scorched flesh.
His expensive black suit had long since been torn to shreds. His exposed, muscular chest was covered in blackened burn marks from electric shocks, and even his golden hair had been singed into slight curls.
An ordinary person