From where he stood, he could clearly see the meteorite already halfway out of the clouds, its cold shadow harboring boundless terror.
"Huh?"
"Has someone attacked Marineford?"
Elsewhere, Aokiji spoke blankly.
Then he yawned, shifted into a more comfortable position, and closed his eyes as he reclined in his chair.
"Not my problem!"
As long as Xia Le, the Fleet Admiral, issued no summons or orders for him to act, this had nothing to do with him.
In Marineford's plaza.
"Whew!"
Crocodile exhaled a ring of smoke, his eyes narrowing slightly as grains of sand swirled around him.
"Admiral Crocodile!"
"We've confirmed it! Fleet Admiral Xia Le is fighting an expert recruited through the world military draft!"
"It should be a friendly spar!"
A soldier drenched in sweat ran over and hurriedly reported.
"A friendly spar?"
Crocodile grinned, his expression looking rather fierce and terrifying.
"To think the world military draft could turn up an expert of this caliber. What a surprise!"
Summoning a meteorite was an attack with enough destructive power to place someone firmly among Admiral-level fighters.
Clearly, this newly recruited expert was truly extraordinary.
Countless Marines looked up at the stunning sight in the sky and swallowed, all worrying about how devastating the impact on Marineford would be if the meteorite actually struck the ground.
If that truly happened, it would be every bit as destructive as Whitebeard's devastating punch during the Summit War.
At the training ground.
Xia Le was also looking up. His Marine uniform fluttered rapidly in the fierce winds from the descending meteorite, and the cape behind him billowed upward.
"You've certainly given me a troublesome job, Mr. Issho!"
As he murmured, he slowly sheathed the long blade in his hand.
Once the meteorite fully emerged from the clouds, revealing itself to everyone