A voice full of confidence echoed in the pirate captain's ear.
It was powerful, like the thickest mast on the deck.
An ordinary person hearing this voice would surely feel a sense of security.
But unfortunately, pirates are far from ordinary people.
The more a voice sounded "secure," the more uneasy it made them.
...
"Who!"
Just as the pirate captain was about to turn around, he felt something "embedded" in the back of his head.
Feeling it closely, it seemed to be... fingers?
Two large, strong fingers directly gripped the back of his head, forcing his head and his gaze to stay fixed in place!
So strong? So thick fingers?
Giant race? A muscular man?
In an instant, many thoughts flashed through the pirate captain's mind, and the voice of the muscular figure behind him quickly pulled him back to reality.
"Mhm, don't rush, I haven't finished speaking yet."
The muscular figure extended another hand, pointing towards the distant sea.
"Look over there, that's the unit that's functioning normally along with my branch, everyone trains very hard!"
Following the confident voice, the pirate captain and his crew looked in that direction.
Indeed, they were also curious about what had stopped their special artillery shells acquired from the underground world.
And when the pirates clearly saw the scene in the distance, their eyes widened in unison.
Because it was truly a sight they had never witnessed before!
...
In the distance.
After the special artillery shells exploded on the sea, they released clouds of smoke and dust.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh...
From within those dense clouds of smoke, numerous figures shot out with extreme speed.
Their appearance and attire were very distinctive.
Each one was incredibly muscular, as if they were wearing a suit of translucent crystal armor.
The armor looked like that of fierce demons, very terrifying.
And their means of transport beneath their feet were equally special, appearing to be some kind of skateboards or perhaps small boats.
The pirates on the ship were stunned into silence.
"What on earth... is that?"
This was actually two questions.
The first question was, what exactly were the "small boats" beneath those people.
It was a device similar to a water skateboard, but without an engine. Instead, it had something shaped like a "shell" installed on both sides.
A large amount of air was sprayed from the rear of the "shell," allowing this special skateboard device to move rapidly on the sea.
But the uniqueness of these "small boats" seemed to extend beyond that.
The muscular figure seemed to notice the pirates' confusion, or perhaps he simply wanted to proudly show off, and thus directly explained:
"That is a specialty transport from Sky Island – a 'Waver,' or more accurately, an improved version of the Waver."
"The original Waver required the rider to spend years learning and to possess a certain knowledge of meteorology, otherwise it would be impossible to control freely."
"But this standard Waver from the Four Seas Alliance has been improved by us. With equipment and parts from all over the world, the difficulty of operation has been greatly reduced."
"The only drawback is that it puts immense pressure on the operator's body. Only a body that has undergone extensive training can withstand the stress from the standard Waver at full speed!"
"Fortunately, everyone in our G-T branch is very 'extensively trained'!"
...
This was the second question that flashed through the pirates' minds.
Who exactly were those people standing on the so-called "standard Waver"?
Referring to those people as "what" was not disrespectful, because any ordinary person looking at their appearance would inevitably wonder if they were truly "people."
Or a group of "demons" clad in complete crystal armor!
Their entire bodies were covered in a kind of transparent crystal, not diamonds, and certainly not mere decorations.
The sharp angles alone were enough to prove the hardness and sharpness of those crystal armors!
That was an absolute "weapon"!
If it were just one person, it might be explained as "special equipment" or a "Devil Fruit ability."
But now, appearing on the sea was a well-formed unit of almost dozens of people!
Judging by the scale and method of their movements, they were definitely specially trained.
Even at extremely high speeds, they maintained perfect formation, not a single disturbance!
This was something ordinary pirates or kings' armies could never achieve.
Given this, combined with "Four Seas Alliance" itself, and the words of the muscular figure, there should only be one answer.
This special unit, resembling a group of "crystal demons," was from Alabasta's Marine branch – G-T!
"Ah ha ha ha, everyone's training has been very hard!"
"By the way, I know Vice Admirals from the North Sea at Marine Headquarters. Their people are all very kind!"
"Everyone from the four seas, north, south, east, and west, is very kind!"
Such erratic remarks, at first hearing, naturally sounded absurd, making it impossible to understand what that guy was talking about.
But everyone on the pirate ship remained silent, without any laughter.
Being present at the scene, they should have been the most authoritative to speak.
As they heard such absurd words, they could clearly feel that the "atmosphere" on the entire pirate ship's deck had suddenly changed.
It was a bone-chilling cold!
And within that coldness, there seemed to be a hint of "hot blood."
Not the emotional kind of hot blood, but the "warm" discomfort one feels when fresh blood is splattered.
The pirate captain could even faintly smell the phantom scent of blood!
And the source of that bloody scent was the muscular man standing behind the pirate captain!
The man was still holding the pirate captain's head with his hand, and at the same time, brought his mouth close to the other's ear, speaking in a "persuasive" tone:
"Everyone is a good person."
"So, I want to persuade you."
"If you're willing to be a good person, I'll be very happy."
*Crackling sounds...*
Just as the pirate captain was about to say something, he suddenly heard a strange noise next to his other ear.
He turned his eyes to look and saw that it was the muscular man's other fist.
So big...
About the same size as his own head.
That fist was clenched, making creaking sounds.
"I don't want to fight, my teacher said it's wrong."
"But I really... quite like fighting."
Marine Baro said slowly, speaking to the pirate captain in an almost pleading tone:
"So, please, be a good person, don't make me fight..."
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