After an unknown stretch of time, the sky ten thousand meters above turned dark. Black clouds gathered, and lightning flashed amid rolling thunder.
Such a change in the weather was exceedingly rare in Mary Geoise.
The weather there had barely changed for as long as anyone could remember. It was spring all year round.
That was the result of gradual changes made with the Spring-Spring Fruit.
An immense presence drew closer, vast as mountains and seas.
The World Government knew the Flying Pirates' Pirate Army had arrived.
The stronger fighters sensed it even more clearly.
"They're here,"
Saint Nusjuro said, gazing into the distance.
He knew that lionlike presence, powerful enough to swallow mountains and rivers, better than anyone. They were old rivals.
He glanced around and could not help lamenting how far the World Government had fallen.
The first sign had appeared. The clouds in the distance seemed to twist.
Everyone stared at the Live Broadcast without blinking.
They knew the Flying Pirates were coming. War was about to break out.
Neither the scale of this war nor the forces involved matched the war in the Golden Sea.
But its significance was extraordinary.
The World Government had no shortage of powerful fighters. What gave the Flying Pirates such confidence?
With that question in mind, everyone held their breath.
Gradually, enormous shadows emerged from the distant clouds.
The next moment, the clouds tore apart like paper. Island after island burst through, hurtling toward Mary Geoise.
"Attack!"
Saint Nusjuro gave a cold snort.
He drew the First Generation Kitetsu and unleashed dozens of slashes in an instant.
The terrifying dark-red slashes seemed to swallow all light as they raced toward the Flying Pirates' islands.
He was not alone. Saint Garling and many powerful swordsmen sent slashes flying as well.
Shiki refused