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Chapter 383: The Five Colors Team
Chapter 383: The Five Colors Team
The war in the North Blue was common knowledge throughout the region. After all, this conflict involving four nations naturally drew immense attention across the North Blue.
The four nations' islands formed a square when connected geographically, each occupying one side of the formation. The war's origins had long been forgotten.
Kuro knew only that after the Germa Kingdom joined the conflict as mercenaries, they betrayed their employers—not a typical betrayal, but rather taking on the entire Four Nations War alone. The battle now raged at the center of this square formation, on a large island shaped like a tomato.
The missing Navy and intelligence personnel were last seen in the four nations and Tomato Island.
Traveling from the Grand Line to the North Blue was faster due to the Calm Belt crossing. At full speed, it took only half a month to reach the destination.
Boom!
Crash!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
It was deep into the night. The moon hung like a silver plate, its glow spilling across the sea, rippling with shimmering light. On a nearby island, the sounds of battle never ceased. In the darkness, flames roared skyward, and distant cries of war echoed.
Under the moonlight, Navy officers stood rigidly on the warship, fully armored and ready.
Kas snapped a sharp salute. "Kuro Commodore, the troops are ready. Let me scout ahead first. War is dangerous—your safety must come first!"
Listen!
Listen!
That’s what a proper subordinate should say!
Kuro shot Kas a moved glance, then shot a sideways glare at Lida and Klah.
Look at this bearded man—how considerate he is! He knows in unfamiliar territory, the first priority is protecting the commander’s safety. In large-scale battles, even strong men risk injury. Even old Garp got axed once, and Whitebeard’s body was a map of scars. How did those wounds happen? Not all came from powerful foes.
A careless slash from an ordinary blade or a stray bullet could do the job. One misstep, and you might never leave the battlefield.
Besides, am I a strong man? Am I? Am I?!
"Forget it. You stay aboard and approach gradually."
Though Kas’s ability was convenient, Kuro dared not let him lead the charge.
This bearded troublemaker was only reliable under his watchful eye. If he caused chaos ahead, Kuro might really become a Marine Admiral in name—and then the four seas would have no place for him.
"Those who can use Moonstep, follow me."
Kuro lifted into the air, addressing his subordinates.
Kas couldn’t use Moonstep despite his Headquarters training. He’d only mastered "Iron Body" and "Fishman Karate." The Six Styles required aptitude—it was the pinnacle of unarmed combat techniques worldwide, notoriously difficult to learn.
Sazil, who’d accompanied them, also lacked Moonstep. He knew "Iron Body" and "Surface Scan."
In the end, only Lida and Klah joined him.
The two stepped on air, bouncing lightly as they reached Kuro’s level.
"This is exhausting, Kuro! We’re still so far from that island!" Lida whined, eyeing the distant Tomato Island’s silhouette.
"Always whining about being tired!"
Kuro snapped his fingers. A stone platform shot from the sky, landing beneath Lida’s feet.
"Hehe, much better!"
Lida crossed his legs on the platform, pulling out a bag of potato chips from his shoulder bag.
Klah: "...”
He was tired too!
Why didn’t he get a platform?!
Even as subordinates, there should be limits to favoritism!
The trio flew toward the island. As they neared, the battle cries grew louder. From above, the armies looked like swarming ants, clashing in the darkness.
Below, one side wore four different military uniforms representing the four nations, vastly outnumbering the other side. Yet the smaller force held their ground. Though their heights and builds varied, closer inspection revealed eerily similar facial features.
The Vinsmoke were a warlike clan. Their kingdom had no women—only able-bodied male soldiers numbering in the tens of thousands. Their patriarch, Gajeel, possessed "bloodline factor" technology for mass-producing clones.
"Tch, this world’s damn amazing."
Kuro clicked his tongue.
An age of flintlock pistols and wooden ships, yet they had cloning tech.
Though magnetic fields isolated islands, creating technological disparities, this was absurd.
On a raised platform at the battlefield’s edge stood five figures seated on chairs.
In the center: a golden-haired giant in casual clothes, chin propped on one hand, watching the carnage with interest.
To his sides sat three men and a woman.
The men had red, green, and blue hair. The woman’s hair was pink.
Bang!
A bullet streaked from the battlefield toward the five.
Instantly, the soldiers behind them formed a human wall. The bullet pierced one’s forehead, spraying blood before he collapsed.
The remaining soldiers emotionlessly kicked the corpse aside, sealing the gap.
"Father, let me end this already!" Green Hair snapped impatiently. "This is taking too long!"
The golden-haired man’s eyes flickered. He gestured, and a soldier brought an hourglass. After glancing at it, he shook his head. "Not yet."
"Enough of this!" Green Hair growled. "We’re already here—why not crush them now? The man who hired us can rot for all I care! Our job’s done!"
"Father", Red Hair spoke calmly, "we don’t need to wait for that man’s deadline. Now’s the perfect chance to restore our reputation. Isn’t that why you declared war on the four nations—to show the world the Vinsmoke are back?"
The golden-haired man narrowed his eyes at the hourglass. Half the sand remained, trickling slowly.
"True. This is too slow."
He crushed the hourglass in his hand.
"No more waiting. These four nations will be the foundation of our return to the North Blue. Let’s remind them who ruled here before—through force!"
The seated figures grinned savagely.
Green Hair grabbed a cylindrical canister, tossing it in his hand. As he rose, a voice suddenly echoed from the sky.
"Excuse me—might you be the Vinsmoke family?"
(End of Chapter)
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