Violent tsunamis churned up monstrous waves, spreading furiously across the New World seas with Banana Island at their epicenter.

On the Oro Jackson, Rayleigh squinted at the horizon, a glint flashing in his eyes as he turned to Gaban beside him.

"Seems like a tsunami is coming or am I seeing things?"

Gaban had been idly tracing his axe along Vincent's neck, scaring the man so pale he didn't dare move a muscle.

The captain of the Warhammer Pirates sported bruises all over his face—swollen nose, black eyes and two massive bumps on his head that resembled horns.

Standing three meters tall, he suddenly realized his once-proud strength was like that of a newborn baby compared to these men.

'Mom... I wanna go home...' Vincent wept inwardly.

The crew of the Pirate King was bullying a rookie pirate like him who'd just entered the New World.

Was this fair? No, it wasn't!

"Pathetic. Weren't you all high and mighty earlier? Claiming to be Caesar's subbordinates? Hah, I'd chop down Caesar's lackeys any day."

Gaban shot him a disdainful look before standing up casually.

"Who knows? Might even be man-made... Hm? Man-made?"

Rayleigh stiffened abruptly.

The two exchanged glances, surprise mirrored in each other's eyes.

"Isaac! Full speed! Head straight for the tsunami's origin!"

Gaban suddenly roared, his voice piercing through the Oro Jackson's deck into the engine room below.

Inside the engine room, Isaac hunched his massive frame over several buttons, deep in thought.

"Damn it... I forgot what these buttons even do. The Oro Jackson was built by Tom. So much high-tech... Ugh."

"Maybe... this one?"

Isaac eyed one button adorned with what looked like spread wings.

"What the hell is 'fast as flying'?"

With that, he extended a finger and pressed down.

CLANK! CLANK! CLANK!

The moment Isaac's finger made contact, the sailing Oro Jackson shuddered violently.

Along both sides of the hull, panels retracted as folded wings rapidly unfurled.

Beneath the wings, turbulent air currents materialized, blasting against the sea's surface and gradually lifting the massive ship aloft.

At the bow, Rayleigh and Gaban lurched forward, nearly toppling into the ocean.

Rayleigh gaped at the extended wings.

"Dammit, Isaac! I said accelerate, not fly!" Gaban roared in frustration.

The Oro Jackson's colossal frame steadily rose from the sea, soaring higher into the sky!

It was flying!

"Whatever. Let's just fly to the tsunami's origin. Seems like a major battle's brewing there. I think I know who's fighting." Rayleigh grinned, his white hair whipping wildly in the gale.

...

Off the coast of Banana Island, amidst violently churning waves, pirate ships closed in from all directions.

On these approaching vessels, hardened pirates with fierce demeanors showed no fear towards the apocalyptic scene before them—only exhilaration.

On a pirate ship, a blood-soaked young man stood with his foot planted on a burly figure, gazing at Banana Island with fanatical eyes.

He swept his murderous gaze over the trembling pirates on the deck and grinned.

"You worthless scum, take this ship over there!"

One pirate stammered nervously, "It's too dangerous there! There are powerful fighters battling. Our ship might capsize before we even get close!"

Bam!

The next second, the pirate's head exploded as a pitch-black iron hammer swung through the air, sending the pirate flying into the sea and clearing a space on the crowded deck.

"One more word, and you all die!" The young man rested the hammer on his shoulder, flashing a cruel smile.

Not far away, on another pirate ship, Capone Bege puffed on his cigar, watching the scene coldly.

"Father, let's get out of here! It's too dangerous!" Vito shouted, his face drenched in what could be either seawater or sweat, his expression tense.

Bege didn't respond, his eyes flickering as he stared at Banana Island in the distance.

.....

Further away, countless other pirate ships had gathered, all drawn by the massive commotion—and all invited by Caesar's summons.

On a large pirate ship, Crocodile, draped in a black cloak, stared ahead with a grave expression.

Beside him stood none other than the former Shichibukai, Gecko Moria!

"Kishishishi! It's definitely Blackbeard fighting someone. That bastard killed Absalom—if I get the chance, I'll never let him go!" Moria was wrapped in bandages, clearly severely injured.

"This scene... it's just like Marineford two years ago. Blackbeard has already mastered the Tremor-Tremor Fruit's power to an incredible degree. I wonder who his opponent is?" Crocodile mused, chewing on his cigar.

"Could it be that so-called 'Beast God Caesar'? This guy who appeared out of nowhere is actually Kaido's older brother—unbelievable! Another enemy of mine!" Moria's eyes burned with hatred.

He couldn't help but recall how years ago, Kaido had mercilessly crushed him and his crew in Wano Country, slaughtering all his loyal followers who had fought by his side for years.

The one responsible for that tragedy was none other than Kaido of the Beasts!

Crocodile shot him a sidelong glance and said coldly, "Moria, if this is the mindset you're bringing into our alliance, I suggest you get off this ship right now."

"Kishishishi! Scared, Crocodile? Where's that courage you had when you challenged Whitebeard?" Moria taunted with his signature laugh.

"Hmph! There's a difference between courage and stupidity! Pissing off two Emperors—no, four—are you trying to get yourself killed faster? Do you really think you'll always be lucky enough to escape?" Crocodile's ruthless mockery turned Moria's face beet red.

Suddenly, Daz Bones behind them exclaimed, "Boss, look over there—another old acquaintance of yours has arrived."

Crocodile and Moria turned to look, momentarily stunned.

Amid the rolling waves, a small coffin-shaped boat steadily navigated through the storm.

A graceful man sat composedly on the vessel, a long sword strapped to his back.

His sharp eyes seemed capable of piercing through the turbulent waters, gazing far into the distance.

"Kishishishi, Mihawk! You actually came too. Your eyesight is as keen as ever—did you see who's fighting over there?" Moria cackled, addressing Hawkeye.

Hawkeye swept a cool glance over them before fixing his gaze toward Banana Island.

After a moment, he slowly uttered a few words.

"The Blackbeard Pirates... versus... Patrick Redfield"

"WHAT?!" Crocodile and Moria both widened their eyes in shock, their auras surging with disbelief.

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