Shanks said jokingly:
"So, how about the three of us form a victims' alliance?"
Kaido had fought Randall more times than anyone else.
He had witnessed Randall's growth.
At first, Randall had needed to team up with others to get the better of him.
Later, Randall had fought him in a fierce, exhilarating battle, ultimately forcing him to flee.
And finally, Randall had cut off one of his arms and sent him scrambling away in disgrace.
Kaido had finally come to know fear.
He rubbed his right arm.
It was the mechanical arm Queen had fitted him with.
It was stronger than his old arm!
But while Queen could repair the damage to his body, he could not mend the wound in his heart.
Shanks, meanwhile, had suffered an even more devastating defeat.
His crew had become the Heavenly Cripple Pirates outright.
Without Vegapunk, he would have had trouble even getting around.
As for Whitebeard...
Huh? Wait, something's not right!
How come Whitebeard seems completely fine?
Just as Shanks and Kaido exchanged a glance and fell into thought, Whitebeard suddenly laughed.
"Gurararara!
I've never lost!
When I fought Randall before, we were evenly matched!"
Whitebeard laughed with a rather smug air.
He knew he was no match for Randall as he was now.
But if they had not fought, it did not count as a defeat!
Kaido and Shanks stared at Whitebeard, their faces darkening.
Damn it, this old bastard got off easy.
What incredible luck!
Thinking about him, then thinking about what they themselves had suffered...
Shanks and Kaido exchanged a glance of mutual sympathy.
But Shanks cared about his dignity, while Kaido did not.
He simply hugged his wine jar and burst into tears.
Whitebeard and Shanks both knew what he was like, so neither paid him any