"Buzz..." The entrance to the space slowly opened.
Allen's figure appeared at the door, his face a little pale, beads of sweat hanging on his forehead, and his steps even a little sloppy.
He held on to the door frame, looked at this group of "old" seniors who were brand new and powerful, and exhaled a long, deep breath:
"Phew... finally... done it..."
The voice was full of exhaustion.
"You old guys... you are really more troublesome than the other... this 'babysitter' is... more tiring than fighting with Imu...".
Soft light shines in from outside the space. Allen raised his head and looked at the external clock linked in his consciousness, and his eyes instantly became sharp:
"Everyone! Welcome back to 'Youth'!"
"There are only five days left until our agreed time for the general attack - 'Table Flip Day'!"
A group of figures filed out! They are no longer legends in their twilight years, but peak ferocious beasts that have returned from the long river of time one after another! The majestic momentum spreads like a substance, stirring up the storm of the uninhabited island! Fighting Spirit is soaring high into the sky!
Whitebeard's iconic golden curly hair flutters in the wind, and his muscles are as tense as steel. Murakumogiri is carried casually on his shoulders, and every step he takes seems to make the island tremble.
He was carrying a huge wine barrel and drank with his head up. "Gulu la la la! So happy! I haven't felt so light in my body for a long time! Marco, ten more barrels!"
Under Zephyr's dark and thick body, his eyes were as sharp as a falcon. He silently clenched and unclenched the Crusher mechanical glove, feeling the surging power and smoothness contained in it that far exceeded the previous ones. He pulled the corner of his mouth up almost imperceptibly. "Hmph, it's pretty... somewhat useful."
Rayleigh's golden hair shines in the sun, and the vicissitudes of life on her face are replaced by heroic spirit.
He stretched his muscles and bones, made a soft crackling sound, and blinked at Allen narrowly. "Thanks, brat. I feel that the bones are full of strength. Now I can chop Celestial Dragons ten or eight more without any effort!"
Shakky was smiling elegantly on the side, and kept drawing circles on the palm of Rayleigh's hand with his fingers. Rayleigh met Shakky's hot eyes, and understood instantly, and quickly comforted him with his eyes, meaning. "Wait a little later."
Gaban and other Roger Crew members were restrained in energy, but their eyes were like unsheathed sharp knives. They moved their hands and feet excitedly, eager to find something to chop with.
Everyone's eyes are burning with Fighting Spirit!
Five days! There are only five days left before Final Battle will overturn the world!
A group of peak ferocious beasts that have returned from the long river of time have already revealed their sharpest fangs.
And Holy Land Marijoa, under the afterglow of the setting sun, casts a huge and heavy shadow, as if it is also silently waiting for... the coming of the storm!
Gol·D·Allen's "Table Flip Plan" has finally entered the final countdown!
New World Deep in a hidden island, the air is filled with the salty smell of Seawater and the fragrance of ancient trees, as well as an indescribable throbbing of life.
Allen stands on the edge of the huge Magic Circle in the center of the base. In the center of Magic Circle is suspended a slowly rotating emerald-colored light ball condensed by pure Life Force - "Life Spring".
He suddenly inserted Heavenly Demise Sword into the hill-like corpse of Sea Kings in front of him.
The sword's body shone brightly, and Sea Kings's huge body withered and weathered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into fly ash.
The majestic Life Force turned into a stream of green light, which was absorbed by Heavenly Demise Sword and then injected into the light ball in the center of Magic Circle.
The light of the light ball became a little brighter as a result.
Allen's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and the hand holding the sword hilt was shaking slightly.
Each intake was a huge mental and physical exertion, but the will in his eyes was unwavering.
"Five days... only five days left..." he whispered to himself, his voice hoarse. He must reserve enough "Life Spring", which is the key to the Reversal battle situation.
New World Relatively calm Sea Area, Marine warship"Dog Head" deck.
The sun is just right and the sea breeze is gentle.
Garp was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the deck, with a dozen empty Senbei bags scattered around him.
While he grabbed a large handful and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it loudly, he complained loudly and vaguely, "Sakazuki that Magma Head! I know 'Absolute Justice' and 'Destroy the Pirates' all day long. The atmosphere in the headquarters is so suffocating, old man, that I can't breathe! Even eating Senbei doesn't taste good anymore! It's great to go out on patrol, out of sight, out of mind! Guhaha!"
While speaking, Senbei debris sprayed the soldier next to him in the face.
Sengoku was sitting behind a makeshift desk under an umbrella, with a mountain-high pile of documents in front of him.
He pushed up his glasses, frowned, and sighed while reviewing, "Garp, pay attention to your image! Also, we are on patrol duty, not on vacation! He, look at him... ugh!"
He felt that his Fleet Admiral sequelae of "worrying about life" had occurred again.
Chief Officer Tsuru sat elegantly on a wicker chair, sipping black tea slowly, turning a deaf ear to Garp's noise and Sengoku's complaints, as if he was enjoying a real afternoon tea time.
"Let him be, Sengoku. Wouldn't it be nice to have a few quiet days away from Akainu Fleet Admiral's 'enthusiasm'?"
There was an imperceptible constriction at the corner of her mouth.
Fujitora stood quietly on the side of the ship, eyes closed, holding Staff Sword in his hand.
He was not sleeping, but using his Observation Haki, which had extremely wide coverage, to carefully feel the rhythm of the sea, the flow of the wind, and even the cruising schools of fish in the distance.
There was peace on his face, and it could even be said that he was enjoying the tranquility away from the center of power.
"Well... the 'weight' of the sea is so reassuring today."
Where is this Navy's deterrence cruise in New World?
It is clear that they are three meritorious veterans, plus a clean Admiral, who collectively "skid work" and went on an escapist recuperation trip.
The soldiers wisely stayed away from the central area and went about their own business.
"Report... report!!!"
The soldier on the watchtower's voice trembled, almost broken with unbelievable panic. "Directly ahead! Found... found an unknown ship! It's... the Oro Jack un!!!"
"Pfft!"
Sengoku sprayed a mouthful of hot tea directly on the document, his glasses slipped to the tip of his nose, and he looked up suddenly, with "Are you fucking kidding me?" written all over his face.
"What?!"
Garp instantly threw away the Senbei bag and shot it to the bow of the ship like a cannonball. He grabbed the binoculars of the soldier next to him and moved so fast that he didn't look like an old man.
"Let me see! Who doesn't have the guts to make such a joke... eh?!"
The eyes behind the telescope suddenly widened, and the mouth opened wide enough to fit a fist.
Chief Officer Tsuru The hand holding the teacup paused slightly, and his brows furrowed slightly.
She did not stand up immediately, but analyzed calmly. "Auro Jack son? The ship that disappeared with Roger more than twenty years ago? Is it a replica? Or... an illusion created by some kind of Devil Fruit's ability?"