126 Goddamnit Kaido, not again! (1/2)

A shudder ran through King's body as he stared at the pouring rain. Over the edges of his ship he could see the sea begin to froth, with all of the beast pirates that he had been in charge of stiffening.

Kaido had given them the order to act as the fore piece to his grand fleet, while he sat at the very middle in the hugest of all ships within the fleet.

Even from as far as king was he could still hear his captain celebrate, gargling on the massive barrels of booze as he smiled cheerily. After all within the world right now, their adversary was one of the only people that could fulfill the mad man's wish.

King on the other hand, didn't much like the prospect of clashing with the empress' crew. They had just made it to the helm of the world, with Kaido being conferred the title of 'Emperor' only a fair few months prior.

Big mom was different, she had had nearly two years to consolidate her position as one of the strongest people on the high seas.

”Keep it coming!” His captain's baritone roar could be heard over the frigid air as he urged the fleet forward. As if by silent order King marshaled his wayward thoughts. His commander had given him an order after all, and unless he himself called for a retreat, who was King to do so?

With his roar, a dreaded squeal of thunder blared out, jagged lights coloring the dark and gloomy clouds.

Yet their captain urged them forward. When the waters began to rage, frothing over the sides of the ships in an attempt to swallow their decks, their captain urged them forward. And when a terrifying typhoon began to rage in front of king's ship, Kaido urged them forward.

He was too happy on his war path to stop now, even if there was a massive tsunami the size of the aqua Laguna that hit Waters seven routinely, he would not change his forward march. He would not falter, the only ones on his side that could not fall were his all stars.. The rest, could be replaced easily.

This was Kaido! The maddest man in the high seas, with a scowl that would scare babies to death and a tumultuous urge for a true war. A war that would have his blood boil and his gaping chest wound itch. He wanted blood lit on fire by the first calls of the clarion that warned of that monstrous calamity, the calamity that would flip the world on its head, with the sound of canons echoing in all parts of the massive world that he called home.

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Sengoku stiffened as he read the report before him. The last few years had not treated him well. When he had just begun to siphon the growing aftermath of Roger's last words into a manageable situation, outliers had appeared, one after the other.

His patience had been categorically attacked, first with the fall of Donquixote head, and brother to his adopted son Rosinante. Then with the death of a promising rear Admiral, on his last years in that position.

After that the Happo Navy had begun to move, making a previously unheard of amount of noise dragging down the marine name in every way that they were capable of.

And now this?! The new world had begun to shift again with the currents that that mad man Kaido managed to whip up! Why was that fool unable to die silently in a corner and let Sengoku deal with the rest of his shit in piece?

No! The only thing that could possibly give Sengoku more of a headache would be if, god forbid, Some other overachiever managed to catch the rabid beast and bring him to Marine ford.