He glanced at the distant figure wrapped in layer upon layer of chains. "The Navy never expected us to lead the charge-when you're following behind with the wind at your back, of course everything seems easy."
That was the truth.
Unlike previous battles where the Family's officers had to risk their lives, this time the Navy was the real main force.
Whether hired hands like them made an effort hardly mattered.
All they had to do was stand there, and pirates who misread the situation would come charging at them.
Even twenty years later, in the Paramount War that shook the world, hadn't the Shichibukai still gone through the motions, even attacking both sides at will?
"But that was the Golden Lion."
Trebol sniffled, disbelief in his voice. "A legend of an entire era... and he went down so quickly."
The lieutenants were carefully winding Seastone chains around the unconscious giant, as though they were handling **.
Watching the figure being escorted away under heavy guard, Trebol couldn't help shaking his head.
A legend who had once come within reach of the Pirate King's throne hadn't even lasted an hour at Marineford.
Rossi found that perfectly normal.
"Don't forget where we are."
His gaze swept over the smoke and dust still hanging in the distance. "The fortress with the world's greatest concentration of powerful fighters, facing Sengoku and Garp at the same time-aside from the person hiding on the Empty Throne, who could claim they'd get away unscathed?"
One-on-one, it might have turned into a prolonged battle of attrition; but if those two couldn't finish things quickly together, the old men should have gone home to farm long ago.
Especially once Shiki stubbornly chose to meet them head-on, the outcome was already decided.
If the battle had really needed three