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He tipped his head back and drained the last mouthful, then flung the empty bottle into the sea, a thick, low chuckle rolling from his throat.
"Worororo... hurry up and bring that thing here."
He narrowed his drunken eyes and cast a sidelong glance at Whitebeard.
"Hey, old man-"
The sea breeze swept across the deck, blowing snow-white hair backward.
Behind that towering figure, a samurai from Wano Country advanced with heavy steps, his gaze like a tempered blade, fixed on the dragon-shaped man leaning against the opposite railing.
His chest heaved several times. In the end, the samurai merely tightened his grip on the two swords at his waist.
Now was not the time.
Even leaving personal victory or defeat aside, with so many eyes gathered on these waters, this was hardly the occasion to settle old grudges.
"Stay alive."
The samurai forced the words through his teeth. "Someday, the blood spilled in Wano Country must be repaid."
"Guhahaha... must you blame others for foolish choices?"
"You-"
"Mamamama-"
A deep burst of laughter drowned out the impending hostility.
A woman riding a pitch-black thundercloud slowly descended from the air, her voluminous dress billowing in the currents.
A lengthy private discussion the previous night, touching on Elbaf's ancient pact and Totto Land's future sea routes, was enough to make the smile on the queen's lips a little more genuine now.
"You haven't even met that lord yet, and you're already itching to trade blows?"
She surveyed the deck, her voice carrying unquestionable weight. "Anyone who spoils the mood now and embarrasses my youngster makes an enemy of me."
"Family affection? Linlin, since when did you start caring about that stuff?"
The pungent smell of liquor drew closer along with the words.
The dragon-shaped man staggered, his towering body swaying,