Zefyr

The New World, aboard the Moby Dick.

Life aboard the pirate ship was still rather boring. Banquets couldn't be held constantly, so sparring and fighting one another had become part of everyone's daily routine.

Today's match, for example, was extremely important, because it would determine the division commander of the Whitebeard Pirates.

As the Marines and World Government suffered defeat after defeat at the pirates' hands, the Whitebeard Pirates' territory continued to expand, and their numbers grew larger. The original division structure was no longer sufficient, so it had to be reorganized. That was why this competition was being held.

The commanders of the First and Third Divisions had already been decided. Both were sons whom Whitebeard thought highly of. Today, they would determine who would become the commander of the Fourth Division.

"Teach, amazing!"

"Thatch, you have to keep it up! At this rate, you're going to lose to Teach!"

In the end, the battle concluded when Thatch sent Teach flying with a punch.

"Teach, are you all right?"

The man named Teach wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said with a hearty smile,

"I'm fine, Thatch. No, I should call you the Fourth Division Commander now. Congratulations!"

Thatch wore an embarrassed smile as he said,

"Teach... you..."

Because he knew that Teach had gone easy on him.

"It's nothing. Besides, I have no ambition to become a commander or anything. I'm happy just to stay on Pops' ship."

Whitebeard sat at the bow, his blond hair dancing in the sea breeze. Watching this scene happily, he announced,

"Then, starting today, Thatch will be the commander of our Fourth Division."

"Yeah!!!"

Once the appointment was over, the banquet began as well.

Just then, a familiar voice came from the sky.

"Pops!!!"

Everyone looked up. They