One Piece: Divine Bird Phoenix

April, year 1520 of the Haiyuan calendar.

The weather today is gloomy, blocking people's throats and making no sound possible.

Windmill Kingdom, Martyrs Cemetery.

In the drizzle, corpses were carried into the cemetery one by one, and were placed in the cemetery under the watchful eyes of their families.

designated grave.

"Shot!"

50 neatly dressed navy soldiers uniformly raised their spears and fired into the sky to express their respect for the deceased.

New world.

A large white whale boat floats on the sea, with playful waves on both sides lapping at the boat, making it chuckle.

Under the thick mast on the deck, Whitebeard's body was covered with needles and he was drinking wine. He casually asked Marco who was standing aside.

"That red-haired brat said he wanted to see me, hasn't he come yet?"

Hearing the title of daddy, Marco looked embarrassed and scratched his head in embarrassment. When he was the captain of the Whitebeard Squadron, Shanks was still an intern on Roger's ship.

Many years passed, and the other party ascended to the throne of the Sea Emperor, but his own strength did not increase much.

"Dad, Shanks is here."

Following Marco's line of sight, a pirate ship with a golden hull, a red dragon's head in front, six cannons on each side, and carvings of auspicious clouds was slowly approaching.

"Let him come up. That boy should have brought some good wine!"

Stopping the booze on his lips, Whitebeard stared sharply at the slowly approaching Red Foss.

The Grand Line, Malinvando.

Marshal's Office.

Several copies of World Economic News were distributed to several people.

"Take a look! Tell us what you think!"

Putting his hands on his forehead, Seng Guo asked slightly tiredly.

The newspaper's front page headline boldly read: "Is it the incompetence of justice or the power of the East China Sea? The legendary pirate Golden Lion dies in the East China Sea!"

Below the text, there are several clear pictures arranged.

Tall rock giants, massive naval fleets, the carcasses of golden lions.

"Ah la la la, this is a good thing. It seems that the navy in the East China Sea will be able to relax a lot in the future."

"Stop saying such stupid things Kuzan, justice should be carried out by the navy!"

Biting a lit cigar, Akainu loudly refuted Aokiji's point of view.

"These two guys started arguing again."

Recently, the conflict between Sakaski and Kuzan has become more and more obvious, which makes Sengoku, the marshal, a little depressed.

"How scary! If I remember correctly, Mr. Karp's hometown seems to be here!"

As expected of a veteran in the workplace, Kizaru perfectly smoothed things over, easing the conflict between the two colleagues and pushing the problem onto Garp.

"Garp, you are stealing my senbei again!!"

"Hahaha, don't be so stingy, Warring States."

Hearing this, Warring States suddenly became angry and was about to take care of Garp when a violent knock on the door suddenly came.

"Come in!"

Opening the door of the office, a naval soldier in charge of intelligence work immediately reported: "Report to Marshal Sengoku that the fleet monitoring the Red-haired Pirates has been sunk!"

Not caring about messing around with Garp, Warring States asked sharply: "Where was it sunk?"

The intelligence officer quickly replied, "It's in the waters of the Whitebeard Pirates."

…

Furling its snow-white sails, the Red Foss docked near the Moby-Dick, which was several times larger than itself.

Sitting on the steps on both sides of the deck, Natsu, who wore armor all year round, was tall, muscular, and had no eyebrows, looked at Marco.

"The redhead is coming!"

"It's so annoying!" Marco kindly reminded the crew of the nearby Moby Dick with a yellow pineapple head.

"Young man, step back, your bodies can't bear it."

"Brother Marco, if you can't stand it, you mean..."

"Stop asking, just go inside."

Before the pirate could finish speaking, heavy footsteps sounded on the gangway, and an invisible breath floated in the air.

His head was about to be hit with a big hammer, and a large number of pirates around Marco fell to the ground in different directions.

"What happened! Brother Natsu"

asked a pirate for unknown reasons.

"Don't panic, they just fainted."

"Quickly step back! I can't stay awake in front of that guy with my half-assed mental capacity."

The sound of feet stepping on the gangway disappeared, and Shanks, wearing a black cloak, walked towards Whitebeard in the center of the deck.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Like dumplings, the ordinary pirates who had not yet left fell to the floor one after another.

A strong wind roared past, and several cracks appeared on the sides and deck of the Moby Dick.

"It's still the same, so domineering."

Leaning against the nearby guardrail, Marco's exaggerated tone was a bit playful.

Dragging the huge wine gourd to the center of the deck, Shanks raised his head and spoke with a smile. "I'm sorry, as soon as I boarded the enemy's ship, I made a show of force!"

"Seeing your face, the scar that guy gave me hurts!"

"Yeah, so this time I came with some healing drinks."

Ignoring Whitebeard's sharp gaze, Shanks weighed the wine gourd in his hand and said, "I have no intention of fighting this time. I have something to discuss with you."

"Gu la la la, is this what a domineering man should say?"

The strong laughter aroused Whitebeard's old wound, and Marco on the side started to curse, "Red Hair, what have you done?"

"It's Marco from the First Squadron! Do you want to join my pirate group?"

"Dad, are you okay?"

The pain on his body disappeared, and Whitebeard looked at Shanks who had no intention of fighting, and said, "Marco, you guys go down first, let me be alone with this guy for a while."

"Wow!"

Drinking the wine brought by the other party in one gulp, Whitebeard looked at Red Hair with burning eyes, "Just say what you have to say, a guy like you lost an arm in the East China Sea, what happened?"

Holding the empty left sleeve, Shanks spoke with a little reminiscence.

"Nothing, I just blocked it in the New Century."

"I came to you this time, hoping that you can call back Ace and give up the pursuit of Blackbeard."

"I have experienced countless battles and suffered various injuries. Until now, only two scars are aching."

"One is the scar on the right eye, and the other is the burn on the chest."

"The scar on the eye was caused by none other than Teach, who defected from the Whitebeard Pirates. I can assure you that I have never slacked off."

"Teach is hiding his strength."

Looking at Shanks coldly with his eyes, Whitebeard's voice sounded indifferently, "What's the matter with the burn on the chest?"

"This? That's why I came this time."

Taking out the freshly baked World Economic Newspaper from his arms, Shanks threw it to Whitebeard, and waited for the other party to open the newspaper before slowly speaking.

"Whitebeard, Golden Lion is dead."

Looking at the newspaper in his hand, Whitebeard lowered his voice, "Shiki, I didn't expect you to die in the East China Sea."

"Red-haired boy, what does this have to do with the burn on your chest."

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