The enormous pure-white warship sliced effortlessly through the turbulent waters of the Grand Line like a sharp paper knife.
The seagull emblem on its prow, symbolizing Absolute Justice, gleamed in the sunlight, making every vessel that spotted it from afar, merchant ships and pirate ships alike, steer clear, not daring to come anywhere near.
This ship now commanded a more terrifying presence on the seas than even the flags of the Four Emperors.
Because everyone knew that its owner was the man who regarded all pirates as garbage and possessed the terrifying power to dispose of any garbage with ease-"Azure Thunder" Yas.
Inside the captain's quarters, the oppressive atmosphere had almost solidified.
Yas sat quietly in a huge high-backed chair, propping his chin on one hand as he gazed indifferently at the clouds and waves racing backward outside the window.
He was in a bad mood. An extremely bad mood.
Whenever he thought about how he was heading out to serve as a bodyguard for those nauseating Celestial Dragons, he felt his fists hum uncontrollably with a thirst for destruction and purification.
A long, narrow black wooden box rested quietly by his feet.
Inside lay the Supreme Grade Sword he had just "traded" for with the Five Elders-the First Kitetsu.
The terrifying demonic aura emanating from that blade, enough to make an ordinary swordsman instantly lose his composure, was as meek as a frightened kitten in Yas's captain's quarters, not daring to let even the slightest trace of its presence escape.
It could clearly sense that the master of this room was a true god and demon, ten thousand times more "demonic" than itself.
Yas's thoughts were somewhat tangled.
It was not merely because of his disgust for the mission. Ever since he had come into contact with the Time-Time