"Shiki..." Sengoku frowned as he watched the Golden Lion unleash his Conqueror's Haki.
"If Roger has to die... then let me kill him myself!!!"
"The execution will take place in one week, exactly as the Marines announced," Sengoku countered.
"Shiki." Garp stepped forward as well. "Roger's death will bring the world's pirates to their knees."
Fierce winds swept through Marineford's plaza, carrying the stench of blood.
"To their knees? Heh heh heh." The Golden Lion sneered incessantly, his two swords, Oto and Kogarashi, gleaming coldly.
Rainwater ran down their edges and struck the ground with crisp patters.
Sengoku and Garp stood opposite him, their expressions grave, having already torn off their coats bearing the word "Justice."
The surrounding soldiers gripped their weapons nervously, but none dared take a step forward.
Just then, steady footsteps approached from behind.
Sakazuki, Kuzan, and Borsalino had arrived together under orders and stood shoulder to shoulder at the rear.
But Sakazuki did not stop there. Under Kuzan and Kizaru's gazes,
his military boots crossed the waterlogged ground as he strolled toward the Golden Lion, his blade-sharp eyes fixed on him.
He had heard every word the Golden Lion had said to mock Gern!
Gern was the man Sakazuki respected most.
That man's justice was greater than even his own. He had dared to face the Pirate King alone and successfully arrested him.
And what right did you have to dismiss him, Golden Lion? To insult him?
"The old era? Heh..." Sakazuki's cold laugh drew everyone's attention.
"When all's said and done, you're just afraid of Gern, aren't you, Golden Lion?
"You slander him because you're afraid." Sakazuki raised his eyes, his tone level and his low voice dripping with mockery.
"Let me think. That slash Gern landed on you all those years ago must have