"Then you'll have to bear the consequences."
A moment later.
Adrian, who had left the clearing on the west coast, appeared once more before a Marine Vice Admiral.
The Marine Vice Admiral was tall, with a dark blue headscarf wrapped around his head that left his wild hair exposed at the back. He wore round, dark green glasses, a dark blue shirt, and a black coat bearing Marine insignia.
"You're... White Ghost?"
The Marine Vice Admiral, who had been about to look for an old friend, instantly went on guard.
His expression turned grave. He spread his hands, and freezing air gathered in his palms, forming two razor-sharp Ice Sabers. Their tips pointed toward Adrian.
"White Ghost! Why are you on Ohara?"
"Oh, dear. Young Vice Admiral, your name was Kuzan, wasn't it?"
Adrian mimicked Aokiji's distinctive way of speaking, looking perfectly at ease.
"I'm getting tired of that question. Why shouldn't I be on Ohara?"
Kuzan's face remained cold. "White Ghost! Are you trying to stop the Marines' Buster Call?"
"Why not?"
"If a pirate with a bounty as high as yours stopped the Buster Call, the Marines would lose all face!"
Kuzan shouted and leaped into the air, hurling the ice blades in his hands.
The next instant, he froze the moisture in the surrounding air again, forming two long spears that radiated a fearsome chill.
"Ice Block: Partisan!"
Four strangely shaped ice weapons came hurtling through the air.
Adrian neither dodged nor blocked. Red light flashed in his eyes as he let the bitterly cold blades and spears pierce his body.
Kuzan thought he had dealt with the pirate whose bounty exceeded six hundred million Beli.
But the blades and spears passed straight through White Ghost as though through empty air, leaving him completely unharmed.
The ice