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She stepped half a pace forward, meeting the fist descending from above with her blade-black lightning crackled around its edge, shaking fine cracks into the Throne's armrests.
The golden seat slid three inches backward under the impact. She fell back into it, leather scraping against metal with a piercing screech.
"You old bastard!"
Her roar was cut short.
A palm pressed down on the weapon named Napoleon.
The black-robed young man shifted half a step sideways, placing himself between her and that towering figure.
"Please calm down."
"And if I insist on fighting?"
Bloodshot veins spread like spiderwebs through the woman's eyes.
Before the young man could answer, an amused voice sounded from the other side:
"Anyone who starts trouble here-"
The silver-haired man stood before Whitebeard, the airflow lifting the hem of his coat. "Will have us brothers to deal with."
He raised his chin.
"That goes for you, too."
A booming laugh shook dust from the beams and pillars. "Two arrogant brats."
Whitebeard did not withdraw his fist. He merely turned his head slightly toward those behind him. "That's Teach, my son."
His voice sank, like a current deep beneath the sea.
"What he says is fact.
Insult me all you like, but question my son-"
His gaze swept over the woman's flushed face. "And don't blame this ship for turning against you."
"Pops!"
Synchronized footsteps sounded behind him.
A group of burly men stepped forward together, the deck ** beneath their feet.
They said nothing, but veins bulged on their clenched fists.
The other side was utterly silent.
The Charlotte Family's children lowered their eyes. Some stared at cracks in the floor; others looked out the windows at the sea.
No one spoke or even breathed too loudly-after all, when the mother on that Throne flew