The New World, Pegasus Island.
The island's former peace was gone.
"Fuck, where's my hand? My hand's gone!"
"Heh, you only lost your wife, but I lost my fucking leg."
"Who could have it worse than me? My little brother's gone!
Which goddamn bastard had such fucking precise aim?!
Brother, what a horrible way to die!"
"Damn it, why hasn't anyone at the top died? Why are we the only ones dying?!
Pops and Red Hair were the ones who started this war!
I hate them!"
Smoke filled the air. Countless corpses lay on the ground, their stale blood oozing sluggishly.
Gunfire rang out without pause, mingled with curses and screams.
Both sides had lost many men, but the death and blood only further stoked their violent impulses.
They were pirates, after all.
"Kill them! Goddammit! Taking one down with me is good enough!"
The battle soon ended.
The Whitebeard Pirates had only a garrison stationed there, and no reinforcements came.
The pirate crews under the Red Hair Pirates swept through like an unstoppable tide, killing everyone on the island.
That little village, too, was reduced to ashes in the sea of flames.
In the New World, Floating Cloud Village was under Red Hair's protection.
Pirate crews under Whitebeard likewise came to invade.
They had come purely to slaughter.
Territory and everything else were destroyed, but nobody cared.
A blade flashed, and a slash spanning a thousand meters swept across the island.
Nearly everyone from the Red Hair Pirates was wiped out.
The survivors stared at the newcomer in terror.
"V-Vista the Flower Sword! What's he doing here?!"
Whitebeard, you have no fucking sportsmanship!
This is a war between the lower ranks, and you sent in a top-level fighter to crush us?!
Have some fucking shame, Whitebeard!
*Aren't you afraid