The all-out melee in Marine Headquarters' Harbor District paused for only a brief instant when Luffy's identity was announced.
But quite a few veteran senior officers began looking at Luffy strangely.
"...Tsk, tsk."
Up in the air, Flashlight, who had just shot Marco down, couldn't help clicking his tongue.
What a mess. Most of the older generation knew that Dragon was old man Garp's son.
Sengoku had shouted it so loudly. Was he afraid someone might not know?
Blue flames rose from the ice as Marco used his regenerative powers to heal his injuries.
Flashlight was just about to get back to "work" when Marco immediately flew to Whitebeard's side.
-Crap. Without an opponent on that level, won't it look like I'm slacking off?
Grumbling inwardly, Flashlight looked toward Kizaru on the platform below the Execution Platform. He was gesturing about and directing troops, doing everything except fighting himself.
Flashlight: Fuck.
...Down on the ground.
In the middle of the battlefield, Luffy had already knocked a Giant Vice Admiral unconscious with a single Gear Third Gum-Gum Giant Pistol.
Smoker charged forward and blocked Luffy's path.
"Straw Hat!"
Smoke billowing from his body, Smoker grabbed his Jitte and thrust it at Luffy.
"Get out of my way, Smoker! Gum-Gum-Gatling!"
Luffy had, after all, learned the basics of Haki by now. He could hit Smoker even though he was a Logia user.
Dozens of punches flew at him, and Smoker didn't even dodge.
"-Pff-agh!"
Caught off guard, Smoker took a black eye. By the third punch, he realized what was happening and deliberately turned into smoke, dispersing his body.
"-Damn it! He already knows Haki at his age?!"
Smoker staggered upright, bracing his Jitte against the ground. His left eye was bruised, and he spat out blood.
-That bloodline really is something.