Two months later, the Whitebeard Pirates became active again.
Marco the Phoenix returned to Jaya Island.
It was not until the third month that Whitebeard fully recovered from his injuries.
Back at his peak, Whitebeard would be even more formidable.
His battle with Mobius had pushed him to his limits. Under the threat of death, he had grown considerably stronger.
As expected, nothing built strength faster than battle.
That was bad news for the Navy and the World Government.
"What a shame."
Sengoku looked at the reports. With Whitebeard fully back in action, several factions that had stirred up trouble while he was unconscious were being brought to heel.
He could not help sighing.
An invisible weight settled on his broad shoulders.
Many people did not realize how long Whitebeard held a grudge, especially against those who kicked him while he was down.
Did those factions think everything would be fine once they pulled back?
The Whitebeard Pirates remembered every one of them.
They simply had not been in a hurry to act.
Those factions had brought this reckoning on themselves. They had misjudged their position and moved too soon.
A little more patience, and they would never have drawn the Whitebeard Pirates' attention.
To Sengoku, it truly was a shame.
While Whitebeard lay unconscious, and later while he was still weak,
the Navy and the World Government planned dozens of assassination attempts.
They tried every method they could think of, and every attempt failed completely.
They tried more than once to poison Whitebeard through various means.
But their agents could not even get close to him.
Some with unusual abilities managed to slip poison into Whitebeard's food without anyone noticing.
Unfortunately for them, a member of the Whitebeard Pirates tasted everything he ate first.
And it was not just