"You're kidding, right? Pops, Fleet Admiral Sengoku, and Garp all lost!"
Hidden behind the thick fog, Blackbeard watched the battlefield with the companions he had gathered, cursing under his breath.
He had hoped to seize Pops Whitebeard's Tremor-Tremor Fruit power during the Summit War. He had never expected a monster like Madara Uchiha to appear and single-handedly crush both the Marines and the pirates.
His bloated body quivered as Blackbeard stared fearfully at Madara Uchiha and the newly arrived Espada.
Although he was too far away to hear what they were saying, their manner of speaking made it clear that their relationship was far from ordinary. They most likely belonged to the same faction.
Then who on earth could have raised such a terrifying force, capable of sweeping aside an Emperor's pirate crew and Marine Headquarters?
The World Government?
Impossible! If they belonged to the World Government, why would they attack its own underlings-the Marines-too?
Blackbeard shook his head, immediately dismissing that implausible guess.
"Captain, is it too late for me to quit?" Wearing a white cloak over a black military coat, Shiryu of the Rain watched the one-sided battle with a cigar in his mouth and asked hesitantly.
I might want to accomplish something great, but that doesn't mean I want to die. Against a monster who can thrash an Emperor and trample Admirals, even ten of me wouldn't be enough for him to slaughter!
The other companions newly recruited from Impel Down all nodded in agreement. Even Blackbeard began to waver, preparing to sneak away before those men noticed them.
"Oh? I didn't expect so many rats to be hiding here."
An unfamiliar male voice made every member of the Blackbeard Pirates freeze. They turned toward its source and saw a slovenly, listless middle-aged man scratching his hair,