At that moment, Allen let out a disdainful laugh. His voice was not loud, yet it reached everyone's ears clearly. "More people? So you're the only ones with numbers?"
He raised his right hand, elegantly pressing his thumb and middle finger together—a gesture Garp found unbearably pretentious.
"Fine! Just wait! I'll call in some people for you!"
Before Allen had even finished speaking, a crisp snap—"Snap!"—exploded across the silent shoreline like thunder.
"Rumble—!"
Without warning, the clear sky was torn apart!
An enormous spatial vortex, its edges flickering with dark-blue lightning, appeared out of nowhere, as though a god had opened a gigantic eye.
From the center of the vortex, a colossal object broke through the clouds and descended with crushing pressure!
The Hachinosu was a ship of an incredibly mixed style—the sleek steel hull gleamed with a cold, hard sheen, yet a gigantic sword was carved into the prow. Energy sails brimming with technological flair hung from the masts, while ancient black cannon muzzles protruded from both sides of the hull.
The entire vessel radiated the wild, untamed air of a "cyber pirate."
Two figures stood at the figurehead.
On the left was a young man with a sun-bright smile spread across his trademark freckled face. Black hair fluttered beneath his orange cowboy hat as he grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth. It was none other than Portgas D. Ace!
On the right stood a man with impeccably groomed blond hair and a gentle yet sharp smile on his lips—Sabo, Chief Officer of the Imperial Guards!
Dozens of young men stood solemnly upon the deck, dressed in standardized modified Flying Fish Robes.
Their garments were a deep black, embroidered along the edges with dark-gold cloud patterns, and regulation longswords hung at their waists.
Their eyes were as sharp