On the warship, several vice admirals were each responsible for different battle deployments, preparing for the upcoming great battle.
In the distance, on the sea of the New World, the silhouettes of other naval fleets were faintly visible, slowly gathering toward the target area according to the planned strategy.
The clouds of war had already shrouded this sea, and a confrontation was about to begin.
"The war is about to start," Roy muttered to himself.
The massive warship sped across the sea like an arrow shot from a bow, kicking up white waves and howling winds.
Meanwhile, in a corner of the New World, numerous figures moved about on Whole Cake Island.
At that moment, a grand tea party was being held on the island.
"Mamamama..." Accompanied by a deafening laugh, Big Mom's massive figure appeared before everyone.
Her signature laughter resounded across Whole Cake Island, drawing the gaze of all.
Big Mom's hands moved like a raging storm, wildly sweeping through the mountain of delicious cakes before her. Her already enormous face twisted further from excitement and greed, appearing exceptionally frenzied.
All around, the members of the Big Mom Pirates sat together, indulging in the lavish tea party.
However, their gazes never left Big Mom, constantly watching the every move of their temperamental captain.
Seeing Big Mom enjoying her food so contentedly, they all breathed a silent sigh of relief.
After all, if Big Mom lost her temper, the consequences were definitely not something ordinary crew members like them could bear.
On the high platform, Katakuri stood quietly, his handsome face cold as ice.
As one of the Three Sweet Commanders of the Big Mom Pirates, he possessed immense strength and exceptional intelligence.
Since the other two Sweet Commanders each had their own missions, they were unable to attend this tea party.
Katakuri gently closed his eyes, leaned back slightly against his chair, and entered a brief moment of rest.
After all, the Big Mom Pirates they belonged to was one of the Four Emperors, whose might shook the seas and whose name echoed across the world!
In this vast and boundless New World, they reigned like sovereigns, with no one daring to easily challenge their authority.
Yet, in the very next moment, Katakuri, who had been resting quietly, shot up from his chair as if struck by lightning, standing straight.
As a master who had cultivated Observation Haki to its peak, even the slightest abnormal fluctuation could not escape his keen perception.
At this moment, he distinctly sensed a formidable presence approaching.
Katakuri's eyes widened, his muscles tensed, and his Observation Haki surged like raging waves.
This powerful Haki radiated from him, spreading rapidly in all directions like invisible ripples, sweeping across Whole Cake Island and its surrounding areas.
In an instant, every corner of the island and every subtle change were clearly presented in his mind.
After assessing the situation, Katakuri's face darkened like a storm cloud.
He took a deep breath, turned to look at Big Mom, who was feasting on her enormous throne in the distance, and said in a deep voice, "Mama, it's bad. A group of navy soldiers is heading our way."
Upon hearing this, the previously noisy surroundings suddenly fell into a dead silence. Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned their gazes toward Katakuri and Big Mom.
"What?" A furious roar tore through the sky, rattling everyone's eardrums.
It was Big Mom, who had erupted in rage upon hearing the news.
Her bell-like eyes widened, and crumbs of cake she hadn't yet swallowed still in her mouth, she bellowed in fury:
"Those damned navy soldiers! How dare they cause trouble while I'm enjoying my delicious cake! They must be tired of living! My children, set out immediately and wipe out these arrogant fools!"
No sooner had she spoken than the pirate crew officers around Big Mom began to respond enthusiastically. They cracked their knuckles, eager for action, hurling insults.
"Hah! A mere navy force dares to pick a fight with our Big Mom Pirates? They really don't know their place!"
"Exactly! This time, we'll make sure they learn a lesson they'll never forget!"
In an instant, a thick killing intent permeated Whole Cake Island.
"Don't worry, Mama. I'll handle this properly!"
Katakuri said confidently as he slowly stood up. His tall, muscular frame radiated an unparalleled aura of power.
As the foremost of the Three Sweet Commanders of the Big Mom Pirates, Katakuri held a position second only to Captain Charlotte Linlin, making him the de facto vice-captain of the entire crew.
Not only did he possess a top-tier Devil Fruit ability, but he was also a master of strategy and valor, enjoying immense prestige in the pirate world.
Now, facing the invading navy forces, he did not hesitate to lead his officers to annihilate the enemy and defend the supreme authority of the Four Emperors.
Meanwhile, on a massive warship at sea, Roy stood straight at the bow, draped in a striking yellow naval coat.
The howling sea wind made his coat flutter noisily, adding to his imposing presence.
Yet, in stark contrast to his heroic demeanor, the naval headquarters vice admiral beside him, Momonga, had a deeply troubled expression.
"Admiral Kizaru, isn't your approach a bit too aggressive..."
Momonga asked anxiously. According to Fleet Admiral Sengoku's orders, they were only supposed to suppress and intimidate the periphery of Big Mom's territory. Launching a direct attack on her stronghold like this was deeply unsettling.
Before Kizaru could respond, Doberman interrupted impatiently, "Hmph, I think Admiral Kizaru's choice is correct! These despicable pirates deserve a heavy blow to crush their arrogance!"
Doberman was known as a hawk within the navy, always eager for battle, and naturally would not miss any chance to strike hard against pirates.
"It's fine. I'll handle it." Before the two could argue, Roy said confidently.
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