On the Grand Line.
A fleet was heading toward the waters around Bali Island.
Dozens of white Marine warships formed a massive fleet, like an impregnable steel bulwark moving across the sea.
A grim, murderous atmosphere hung over every ship.
Aboard the flagship at the head of the fleet, Rob Lucci stood at the bow.
He gazed expressionlessly at the distant horizon, while Hattori, the pigeon on his shoulder, cooed uneasily.
As though something was about to happen.
Behind him stood the members of CP0, led by Jabra.
Just then, a figure emerged from the cabin door behind them and, with a light leap, landed atop the flagship's mast.
He wore an ornate black long-sleeved outfit, with a cravat at his collar and a chain connecting several buttons across his chest. His long red hair was braided on either side, and his stubble was meticulously trimmed.
An ornate saber hung at his waist in a leather holder, and his black hooded cloak snapped in the sea breeze.
His lofty, overbearing air made hearts tremble.
Lucci raised his head and looked at that figure, at that face, then instinctively bowed his proud head.
"Lord Saint Shamrock."
The newcomer was Saint Figarland Shamrock, supreme commander of the Holy Knights, who had come in person from the Holy Land Mary Geoise.
He lowered his hood, revealing a face familiar to everyone present.
Many of the Marines did not know who this lord was, but at the sight of that face, they still cried out instinctively.
"Red-Haired Shanks!"
Yes, Saint Shamrock was Red-Haired Shanks's older twin brother, and their appearances were almost identical.
He did not look at the Marine who had shouted. He merely drew his saber and pointed it at him.
In an instant, he summoned the Hellhound, which devoured the man