Each of the Four Emperors' crews was a vast gathering of pirates, with supreme fighters who rivaled or even surpassed Marine Admirals, plenty of mid-ranking fighters comparable to Marine Vice Admirals, and countless rank-and-file soldiers beneath them.
These were not pirate crews, but warlords—feudal lords who claimed the seas as their kingdoms.
Thus, to eliminate one of the Four Emperors, the Marines had to muster most of their forces and concentrate them in one place.
But the Four Emperors were no fools. Would they not form alliances in response?
So, gradually, even though the Marines were technically the largest military organization in the world, they had been forced to retreat to the waters at the entrance to the New World, leaving most of its seas to the Four Emperors.
And now, a disruptor had appeared within that order, someone
whose strength stood above the pinnacle of the world, a fighter who had truly surpassed the summit and whose edge even he had to avoid.
This fighter could kill the Four Emperors, kill Admirals, and shatter the fragile balance the Marines, the Four Emperors, and the Shichibukai had established over the past decade or so.
Well... it was not that he could shatter it. He already had.
Since Kuta had set sail, he had killed two Shichibukai, and the third would soon follow.
With his experience and strength, coupled with his understanding of Ahua and Radish, he could tell at a glance that Doflamingo's defeat had been decided long ago, despite his seemingly even battle with the Ahua Trio.
After all, Kuina still stood at the highest point in the Kingdom, wielding the strongest Logia—the Rumble-Rumble Fruit!
"What is that?"
Beside Kizaru, the towering Sentomaru rested both hands on the handle of his enormous axe, staring up in horror at the