Pirate: I Can Repel Everything

"You heard right. That brat Chris has a bounty of three hundred million Beli."

Whitebeard, seated on his throne, said in a deep voice, "Marco, bring me the paper. I want to see what that brat's done this time."

Jozu rarely spoke, but he did now. "Pops seems pretty interested in that brat Chris. He's always asking about him."

Rakuyo nodded with a smile. "It's rare to find a young man this interesting. Can't blame Pops for keeping an eye on him."

"Chris really is something, though," Haruta said with a faint smile.

"Pops was right about his potential. He's seriously strong."

Izo wiped down his flintlock and said evenly, "Pops has always had a sharp eye. He wouldn't be wrong."

Marco brought the newspaper to Whitebeard, who burst out laughing. "That brat Chris just keeps getting stronger!"

"The sea's been quiet for so long. At last, things are about to boil over! Gurararara!"

Lisya, dressed in a pink nurse's uniform, smoothed her pale blond hair and urged him gently, "Captain, please don't get worked up."

Jelcin, whose glossy black hair fell around her shoulders, nodded. "She's right, Captain. You need to stay calm. No sudden highs and lows..."

Whitebeard threw back his head and laughed heartily.

"You worry too much. I'm not that frail."

"Don't forget, I'm Whitebeard! Gurararara..."

In the New World, on a seldom-visited island.

"Incredible. That young man Chris has made the papers again."

Beckman took a drag on his cigarette and studied the paper. "This time, his bounty's gone up to three hundred million Beli."

"That young man is frightening."

Everyone froze.

At Beckman's words, the others turned toward him, surprise written across their faces.

Lucky Roux stopped eating and stared at Beckman, eyes wide. "You sure you read that right? How's that possible?"