"What's coming will come."
Sengoku stood at the bow of the Warship in his Justice Cape, gazing out over the sea.
The Whitebeard Pirates had passed through Fish-Man Island and reached Paradise.
The Navy's and the World Government's Intelligence Agents had also found traces of the Overlord Dragon Pirates and the Beasts Pirates.
The Demon King Pirates had even crossed the Calm Belt and entered the first half of the Grand Line through the West Blue.
Of the Six Sea Emperors and their six Emperor Tier pirate crews, only the Big Mom Pirates and the Flying Pirates remained unaccounted for.
Barring a surprise, they had already arrived.
Countless pirate crews had appeared on the Grand Line, each led by a Great Pirate with a fearsome reputation.
In the past, the arrival of just one of them on the Grand Line would have put Marine Headquarters on high alert.
Now? They had all shown up.
The pressure on Sengoku weighed heavily.
He could not stay at Marine Headquarters to direct this brutal war. There was no need.
Right now, they were short on fighting strength.
A Top Combatant like him was especially important.
"We'll take care of Marine Headquarters."
Beside him, Fleet Admiral Steel Bone gave Sengoku's shoulder a firm pat.
By now, all he had left was the title of Fleet Admiral.
Years had passed, and Kong's strength had faded further. After suffering such grievous injuries, even his extraordinary control over his body could not stop it.
His power had inevitably continued to decline. Not even a top-tier Mythical Zoan Devil Fruit could halt it.
He could no longer maintain the strength of a Top Combatant. Perhaps he could still reach that level in a brief burst at full power.
But only briefly.
What more could anyone ask of a