"Here we go again."
Yas's ice-blue eyes, shimmering with azure divine radiance, lowered slightly, settling on the two men before him, one in black and one in white, blocking his path like two walls.
"Two noisier flies?"
His cold, indifferent words, devoid of any emotion, swept like the most biting wind across this apocalyptic sea as it fell apart.
"Hey, hey! What an unlovable brat!"
Even the trademark hearty smile on the straw-hatted Gol D. Roger's face stiffened when he saw Yas looking at him like garbage. Then he broke into an even wider grin, brimming with boundless fighting spirit.
"Well, fair enough. You nearly sank all my treasure to the bottom of the sea just now, after all. Being angry is only natural! Wohahaha!"
"Damn you, Roger! Is this any time for jokes?!"
Beside him, the Navy Hero, Monkey D. Garp, had none of Roger's composure. His usually jovial face was graver than ever before, the veins on his forehead throbbing like little snakes.
His fists were clenched tight, his Armament Haki already pushed to its limit. His sharp eyes remained fixed on Yas and the distant Rocks, as though he were facing two ancient beasts that could destroy the world together at any moment.
"Yas!" Garp bellowed at Yas, his roar deafening. "I know you're strong! As strong as a monster! But look around you! This island is finished! If you keep fighting, you two will completely evaporate this whole stretch of sea! The Navy! The civilians! And all those slaves who were brought here! They'll all die!"
Garp tried to use his simple yet burning sense of justice to awaken this younger fellow Navy man before him.
Yet Yas merely gave him an indifferent glance.
Civilians? Slaves?
In his eyes, they were no different from Pirates or