Two days flew by amid deafening explosions and sword-light shooting into the sky.
At the edge of the battlefield, near the coastline.
Bullet patted the spotless uniform on his body and glanced somewhat disappointedly at the Marines sprawled all around him, groaning without end.
His gaze finally settled on the only two still standing—Vice Admiral Tsuru and Gion, who gripped the famed blade Kompira tightly, her face twisted with fury.
"Say, old lady,"
Bullet's voice carried undisguised boredom.
"It's been two days. The warships and shells you brought are nearly spent, right? These pathetic Marines have all gone down too. Aren't you going to make a move yourself? Or are Marine Headquarters vice admirals only good for standing in the back and watching?"
Vice Admiral Tsuru tightly grabbed Gion with one hand, stopping her from charging out, and forcibly suppressed the turmoil in her heart. Her face remained as calm as still water.
"Don't rush, Bullet. Your opponent... will be here soon."
Though she appeared calm, a raging storm had already risen in her heart. During the Ohara Buster Call years ago, artillery fire of the same level could still cause some trouble for this "Devil's Heir" from Roger's crew. But now, those shells struck the absurdly condensed Armament Haki armor around him without even managing to damage the edge of his clothes!
Who knew where this brat had learned such superb Haki techniques? Relying on his utterly unreasonable reserves of Armament Haki, he had endured two days and two nights of relentless bombardment and attacks without suffering so much as a scratch.
"Wahahaha! Bullet, long time no see! You're still as lively as ever!"
Just as Vice Admiral Tsuru was quietly worrying, a bold yet teasing laugh boomed closer like thunder.
Along with the voice, a figure leaped into