News that Whitebeard had awakened spread across the world at once.
A photograph showed Whitebeard bare-chested, his powerful build on full display. He sat on the Throne with his Young Saber in hand, legs planted wide.
That photograph proved everything.
For a time, the various factions around the Whitebeard Pirates stopped their petty maneuvers.
Whitebeard was still alive. That was enough.
Whatever his condition, he was not someone they could afford to provoke.
Such was his power to intimidate.
His name alone was enough to keep countless factions in check.
Naturally, the Whitebeard Pirates had no intention of revealing that their Pops needed two or three months to recover.
Now, more than ever, they needed to keep a low profile.
The other factions could guess that Whitebeard needed time to heal.
But that hardly mattered. Whitebeard had already made it through the worst.
Who knew how much he had recovered?
Even at a tenth of his former strength, he was beyond their ability to fight.
No one would provoke the Whitebeard Pirates now.
Whitebeard could rest easy and recover to his peak condition.
In the past, during his years of constant fighting, Whitebeard had suffered his share of serious injuries.
Thanks to his vitality and constitution, he could usually lie down for a day or two and spring back full of energy.
A week was the longest he ever needed.
That showed just how badly this battle had injured him.
Whitebeard was wounded all over, both inside and out.
His internal injuries were especially severe and would take time to heal.
The temporary loss of the Whitebeard Pirates, including a top-tier fighter like Marco, had no effect on the fighting in the Golden Sea.
Neither the Navy nor the World Government wanted the war to escalate.
The longer it dragged