Pangaea Castle, social plaza.
As Ye Mu finished declaring war on the Celestial Dragons and the World Government, the entire plaza fell silent. The royals, nobles, and their guards swallowed hard, struggling to suppress their terror.
"This..."
Many wanted to speak, but fear kept them from uttering a word. None dared risk drawing trouble onto themselves.
Just then, Ye Mu descended from the sky and landed before them.
The hourglass landed too, its sand already beginning to trickle down.
"Well, you have only three hours, Fleet Admiral Sengoku!"
The veins on Sengoku's forehead bulged visibly. Furious, he demanded once more, "Do you know what you're doing, Fire Dragon Ye Mu? Declaring war on the World Government is suicide! In the eight hundred years since its founding, even someone as powerful as Rocks ended up dead at sea. Do you think you can surpass him?!"
Ye Mu did not answer Sengoku's question directly.
"Who knows? But Fleet Admiral Sengoku, and all you marines behind him—Vice Admiral Tsuru, Vice Admiral Kuzan, Vice Admiral Borsalino, and Vice Admiral Sakazuki—isn't this your chance to put your justice into practice? I know each of you has your own sense of justice. But under pressure from the World Government, there are things you can only watch without doing anything about them. Take the darkness hidden beneath the Holy Land Mary Geoise. Now I'll bear the cost of exposing it all. Isn't that an opportunity for you? Or is your so-called justice a sham? Do you truly not care about the cries of the slaves suffering inhuman abuse beneath this land?"
Sengoku, Tsuru, Kuzan, Borsalino, and Sakazuki all froze for a moment. Then their expressions shifted. Sengoku looked deeply conflicted, while the other four fell into thought.
Seeing this, Ye Mu pressed on.
"I said earlier that