The fusion of abilities was bringing Good a brand-new power.
As for what kind of power it would be, only when Good awoke and once more stood before the world would the truth be revealed.
And when that time came, it would surely shake the world again!
While Momousagi and Tokikake were roasting their catch, the brush suddenly rustled.
The sound was dense. With years of experience in the Marines, the two didn't need Observation Haki to know people were coming — and not a few.
Instantly, their blades were in hand.
Tokikake spoke quickly:
"Same as planned. You take Good and get him out of here. I'll cover you."
Momousagi nodded without hesitation. They had already agreed on this beforehand.
She swiftly rolled up Good, still unconscious inside the tent, slinging his towering two-meter body across her shoulder.
But just as she moved to leave, shadows appeared from every direction.
On a branch above, Benn Beckman sat casually, his legs swinging — though his bandaged arm made the scene oddly comical.
Momousagi's eyes narrowed at once.
And then came Tokikake's shocked cry:
"Wh–Whitebeard!?"
The massive figure of Whitebeard loomed before them, with Shanks and Dragon flanking him.
Despair filled both Tokikake and Momousagi. As Admiral candidates, facing three of the world's greatest leaders, they stood no chance.
Yet Whitebeard's words stunned them.
His gaze lingered on Good resting on Momousagi's shoulder.
"So we finally found you. That wasn't easy."
Shanks stepped forward, his voice calm.
"Relax. We didn't come to fight. We came to cooperate."
Momousagi and Tokikake had seen much in their careers. Whether it was a lie or not, they couldn't resist anyway. They could only play along.
Momousagi's voice was steady.
"Good is still unconscious. Leave now. Come back when he wakes."
Whitebeard, Shanks, and Dragon studied Good's completely healed body.
Dragon couldn't help but mutter:
"Such terrifying vitality and recovery..."
Whitebeard grunted agreement.
But none of the three made to leave. Beckman leapt down from the trees, landing before Momousagi.
"Better let us stay," he said evenly.
He explained before she could protest:
"If we can find you, so can the Government, CP, and the Navy. Their intent to erase Good is clear. Once they've moved, they won't stop until he's dead.
Do you really think the two of you can protect him in his state?"
Momousagi fell silent. He was right. Neither she nor Tokikake had the strength to resist the full might of the Government — not while protecting an unconscious Good.
She shot Tokikake a glare.
Hadn't he said this place was safe? That no one would ever find them? Barely two days had passed, and already Whitebeard had tracked them down.
Tokikake could only give a sheepish smile under her stare.
Beckman pressed on:
"Work with us. Together, we'll protect Good. Isn't that better?"
He looked straight into Momousagi's eyes. He knew she was the key. If she agreed, the matter was settled.
After a moment of thought, she gave a reluctant nod.
If these men had wanted to harm Good, they wouldn't need words — they would've struck already. Cooperating with them meant gaining a shield when the Government inevitably came.
Thus, Whitebeard's pirates, Shanks' crew, and the Revolutionary Army made the island their base, guarding Good as they waited for him to awaken.
Meanwhile, in Good's mind, the system's voice still echoed ceaselessly...
Far across the sea in the New World, the three Admirals sought out Shiki, Redfield, and Bullet. They attempted to draw them into the Navy.
Shiki, proud relic of the old era, refused at first. But when Akainu laid out promises — weapons, war machines, resources — he relented.
The Flying Pirates had dwindled to little more than a third-rate crew, far too weak for his ambitions. With the Navy's supplies, he planned to rebuild — and leave once stronger.
Bullet, under Kizaru's persuasion, also agreed to join their side.
Only Redfield refused. Instead, he clashed with Aokiji and slipped away mid-battle.
He had no interest in fighting Good again — the memory of being crushed by him still weighed heavily.
He knew perfectly well what the Navy wanted: to pit them against Good. And that was something he dared not do.
Elsewhere, in Impel Down...
At the harbor, Fleet Admiral Sengoku himself arrived.
This time, the brilliant strategist had come in person, intending to persuade Whitebeard's crew, Shanks' men, and the Revolutionaries to join forces with the Navy.
But the once-proud commander looked weary, his eyes lined with age.
As he disembarked, there was no grand reception — only a lowly guard escorting him forward.
Sengoku frowned.
"Is Magellan's condition still so severe?"
The guard shook his head.
"No, Admiral. His recovery has been remarkable. His wounds are nearly healed."
Sengoku's suspicion deepened.
"Then why hasn't he come out?"
The guard hesitated, clearly uncomfortable, before finally blurting out:
"The Warden said... he said you're nothing but trash. Just the Government's dog..."
(End of Chapter)
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