"Really," the white-bearded man rubbed his crescent-shaped mustache, somewhat helplessly, "Am I the kind of person who would go back on his word?"
Madara Uchiha glanced at Whitebeard with disdain. "Don't you have any self-awareness? You're such a heavy drinker. You'll regret it when others drink your wine."
Then, Madara Uchiha narrowed his eyes and stared at the massive Red Line continent beside the Moby Dick.
Although he was at the bottom of the Red Earth Continent, the powerful spirit brought by Yin Release still allowed him to feel the eerie aura of the Red Earth Continent's peak.
He whispered, "Edward Newgate, when do we go to war?"
Madara Uchiha didn't care about the banquet; he cared more about the battle.
"We'll go after we finish eating." Whitebeard spoke crisply and decisively, then turned to Marco beside him and said, "Tell Sengoku that if he wants to form an alliance with us, we'll launch a joint attack on Mary Geoise in three hours. Oh, right! Kaido and Big Mom aren't here... Shanks and the others are, right?"
“That’s true.” Marco calmed down when it came to business. “Then I’ll make the contact now.”
Marco made a phone call and quickly finished communicating with Sengoku, Shanks, and the others.
He hung up the phone and turned his gaze to Su Han and the others. Were these the friends his father had been waiting for? Something felt off.
However, recalling the terrifying power of Madara Uchiha's eyes when he glared earlier, and the eerie and terrifying aura that Su Han, who was currently very silent, had previously exuded, Marco immediately shuddered.
“That steel can, and that white-haired old man are hard to say… but not only is the old man with the ringed eyes suspected to be at the level of a Yonko… that young man shrouded in mist should be about the same.” Marco suddenly smiled bitterly.
When exactly did Old Man get to know these strange and powerful monsters? He's been following Whitebeard for a long time... so why doesn't he have any recollection of these guys?
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Chapter 43 Uchiha Madara: Do you guys also want to dance?
The Whitebeard Pirates' captains soon arrived on the deck carrying drinks. Thatch then began preparing a meal.
The banquet began.
Madara Uchiha stood before the deck of the Moby Dick, arms crossed, his expression calm. He showed no intention of interfering in the banquet. Su Han, on the other hand, sat in a corner, quietly gazing at the bustling banquet before him.
Whitebeard didn't mind and instead started drinking with Zhang Sanfeng and Tony Stark. Of course, they only took small sips, as a major battle was imminent, and getting drunk here would be a huge problem.
Time ticked by, and suddenly Madara Uchiha spoke up, "Three hours have passed."
"Is that so?" Whitebeard paused, then sighed softly. "Happy times always pass too quickly."
Then, the white-bearded man said heartily, "My men, let's get ready to set sail."
"No need." Madara Uchiha's voice was cold as he scanned the crowd. "Leave this to me."
He opened his palm, and terrifying pupil power spread out.
Suddenly, the Moby Dick trembled and floated into the air.
Many crew members looked terrified and clung tightly to the pillars or the deck.
"What is this?!" Diamond Jozu's expression changed slightly. His Observation Haki had sensed everything, and he looked astonished and shocked by the power Madara Uchiha was displaying. "He's floating? What kind of Devil Fruit ability is this?"
"Float-Float Fruit? No, Golden Lion is currently imprisoned in Impel Down, he shouldn't be dead yet."
Marco, who had followed Whitebeard on his sea battles and witnessed far too much, frowned. "And this power... the Gravity Fruit?"
Although Marco felt that the situation was not that simple, the closest possibility at present was... the Gravity Fruit.
...
Red Earth - the peak of the continent, the edge of Mary Geoise.
Sengoku and Garp stood at the very front of the group, followed by the three admirals of the Navy: Kizaru, Aokiji, and Akainu, along with a group of vice admirals.
This time, almost all of the Navy Headquarters' top combat forces have been mobilized. This is because the situation in Mary Geoise is far too terrifying, posing a threat to the destruction of the world. Resolving this matter is even more important than suppressing all pirates at sea.
"Whitebeard should be below the Red Line right now. Should we send someone to look for him?" Garp asked Sengoku while crunching on a senbei.
"He didn't ask us to do that." Zhan Guo frowned, his voice steady despite his doubts.
"That's terrifying," Kizaru said nonchalantly. "By the way, aren't the Red-Haired Pirates coming too? Where are they?"
"They'll probably arrive later than the Whitebeard Pirates," Sengoku said succinctly.
Suddenly, the Navy Headquarters' top combatants all fell silent. Their Observation Haki had detected something, and astonishment appeared on their faces.
"……what happened?"
Lieutenant General Onigumo paused for a moment, and before he could ask any questions, he noticed large swaths of shadow being cast down.
Then, the elite naval forces stared blankly as the Moby Dick plummeted from the sky and crashed to the ground.
The earth shook violently, and dust filled the air.
Whitebeard stood steadily at the front of the deck, looking down at the viewer.
"Gurarara, Sengoku, Garp, it's been a long time since we last met."
“Whitebeard.” Sengoku’s expression became complicated. Even though he had extended an invitation for an alliance, he still couldn’t calm down when he saw his former enemy standing in front of him.
"If you want to reminisce, then you can do so at your leisure," Madara Uchiha said, his voice devoid of any emotion.
He slowly floated into the sky, soaring higher and higher. His Rinnegan gazed with a hint of excitement at the ominous Mary Geoise in the distance. Madara Uchiha could sense the mental pollution, but the powerful spirit he possessed from Yin Release resisted it.
"Right now, I just want to test the capacity of what is called the favored ones of God."
"That guy! Who is he?"