"Gurarara... you've got some skill!" Seeing Gern defuse his furious blow in such a fashion, Whitebeard gave a heavy snort.
"My sons!!" He lifted Murakumogiri in one hand, pointed its tip toward Gern on the heights, and issued an order in a booming voice:
"Bring your good-for-nothing brothers... back to me!!"
"Yeah!!!" At his command, the commanders aboard the Moby Dick, who had long been itching to move, leaped from the bow!
Leading the charge was the Seventh Division commander, Rakuyo!
The burly man of medium height, with tousled brown hair and a conspicuous drooping mustache, swung his arm in a full circle while still in midair!
His enormous spiked flail screamed through the air like a cannonball fired from its barrel,
hurtling straight toward the chains suspending the Decalvan Brothers from the sea cliff!
His goal was unmistakable: rescue them first!
But just before the flail struck its target,
a petite white figure moved like a phantom, starting later yet arriving first, using Soru to appear instantly in its path!
None of Lipo's usual innocent bewilderment remained. There was only a warrior's cold focus.
Her right leg lashed out like a whip, striking the chain connection on the side of the flail with flawless precision!
Clang!! A crisp, extraordinarily loud metallic crash rang out!
That seemingly effortless kick from Lipo knocked the flail off its original course,
sending it howling into the adjacent cliff face, blasting out a huge crater and scattering rubble everywhere!
"Sorry..." Lipo landed, her expression icy. She turned her hands, gripping a pair of oddly shaped, orange-yellow daggers in reverse, their tops adorned with a little green decoration resembling carrot leaves, and lowered her body slightly.
"Gern said they're to be hanged."
"Fish-Man Karate: Shark Tile Fist!" Almost as soon as Lipo finished speaking, the