The World's Stage

The four ignored the sound of collision behind them and walked calmly and freely out of the office.

"What is the meaning of the last words of Admiral Sengoku?" Tokikake asked suspiciously, "Could there be infiltration by other forces besides us?"

"Of course there will be, and there may be more than one." Longinus mused, "Like the Revolutionary Army, the Kingdom Army, and the Hunter's Guild, the Underworld, some may be tempted by pure gold, some may want to make a name for themselves, others may use this celebration as a trading market. And even, there may be others who purely want to stir up chaos at this Expo."

"When you put it like that, it seems to be true." Tokikake nodded with a gloomy face.

Future world conscription will select the two highest fighting forces named Fujitora and Ryokugyu from all over the world.

It is evident that the world's depths are still profound.

Even the seemingly fragile national forces have such phenomenal existence as the Wano and Elbaf.

Like the long-handed race, foot-long tribe, snake-headed tribe, the tiny human race, these different from the human race will mostly also spontaneously form their own country. The power of these kingdoms and most of the mink tribe established similar to the Mokomo Dukedom.

Of course, most of this world is still dominated by pirates and marines, most of the forces, it is still complicated to find out what decent high-level combat power.

Kuzan also nodded and said, "Indeed, the Pirate Festival, which has not appeared for more than ten years, now, may have attracted the attention of the world."

"There is always a feeling that this operation will more than likely not be too easy." Gion sighed while also looking back at the office behind her that it had forcibly demolished.

...

The first half of the Grand Line, somewhere in the sea;

"You bastard, why must you chase after us?" A pirate broke down and shouted.

"To pass the time." The man standing on the small wooden boat gripped the black knife with a wave of his hand; even the sea was divided into two halves.

The surrounding sea has quickly become silent.

"It's not easy to catch up to Festival, it seems to be necessary to speed up." The man with eyes as sharp as an eagle slashed out a knife behind him and the strong recoil propelled the small wooden boat like a sharp arrow towards the front.

...

New World, some isolated island;

The usual party.

"Haha, the Pirates Festival?" The man with three wounds on his left eye, showing a nostalgic look in his eyes, "Back then, Buggy and I performed circus acrobatics in the exhibition area of the Fair, almost beaten to death by other senpai's sight, now are still often recalled in my mind!"

"Can't you recall something normal?" Beckman spat helplessly.

"Normal things? Does going with Buggy to challenge Whitebeard count?" asked Akagami rubbing his chin.

...

The island of white soil, Baltigo;

"Pirate Festival, Apophis ..." Dragon's face is somewhat complex. Until now, many people firmly believe that the man known as the Dark Knight, secretly hidden identity, is the top of the revolutionary army.

This statement is even very marketable within the revolutionary army.

But the problem is that he doesn't even know what Apophis looks like; hell, he would let the other side serve as the top of the revolutionary army.

"Moreover, Koushirou seems to be him ..."

At that moment, the little boy with blond hair and burn marks on his left eye came panting and said, "Sensei, I've finished today's training!"

"So fast?" Even Dragon was a little surprised.

"His talent is, indeed, amazing." The man with the bear-eared hat on his head said as he slowly walked from behind.

"The training thing put aside first, Kuma, this time the Pirates Festival will trouble you."

"Understood, do you need me to do anything?"

"There's no need to do anything. There are quite a few powerful characters at the dark ritual this time, and the more you do, the more you will only get it wrong."

After saying that, Dragon added, "Your task, is to act as our eyes."

...

"How beautiful! Especially when this beautiful face is used to cry and wail!" The older woman with a long, sharp nose and bright lipstick, like a witch, held the head of a beautiful woman, laughing with a perverted meaning.

Even her men were too cowardly to come forward and could only cower and say, "Catarina-sama, do you want to contact the marine for a reward?"

"Of course such a beautiful body should only be made into a specimen, how can we let those dirty men take it?" Catarina's eyes shone with a dangerous light.

"Mmmmmmm, only Catarina-sama deserves this beauty."

"Murunfuffuffu, my little cutie you are so good at talking, so cute that I want to make a specimen out of you."

The "lovely warning" of the men out of a cold sweat hurriedly changed the subject, "Catarina-sama, all your marked appetizers have been eaten, the next, is that you have been waiting for a long time meal."

"A big meal? It's that little girl called Hancock, right?" Catarina licked her moist lips, letting her lipstick attach to her tongue.

"Yes." The handlers hesitated for a moment but still could not help but remind, "Catarina-sama, we'd better wait for the end of the Pirate Festival before we go hunting, there, may gather up pirates with bounties that add up to more than thirty billion!"

"Wouldn't such a hunt be more exciting?" Catarina's body trembled with excitement, "A truly intelligent hunter does not necessarily have to surpass that group of beasts in terms of strength. In addition to that little girl, the other sea pirates' bounty, I also accepted."

...

Onboard of the Moby Dick.

"Pirate Festival?" Whitebeard's eyes showed a rare look of reminiscence, "It's really a long-lost celebration!"

Marco and Jozu exchanged glances, together encouraged, "Father, then we also go to participate in it."

Whitebeard laughed, "I don't know what's on your mind, what's that bullshit pure gold thing again? I told you, I don't need that kind of thing."

"Father, whether you finally want to use, we can buy it back, in case any of the brothers are seriously injured in the future, unable to treat, can also use pure gold to stabilize the injury first." Marco said.

Hearing Marco from this aspect of persuasion, Whitebeard can not help but be somewhat moved; his sons have always been his weakness.

Looking at the eyes of the expectations of the others, Whitebeard couldn't say no how to say, "Well, then I also go to a party."

"Great!"

In a cheer, the man named Marshall D. Teach, with a glint of anticipation in his eyes, "This should be the biggest celebration of this sea for more than a decade, right, this level of festival, there may be something I want."

PS: I deleted the first few chapters. There are paragraphs about Blackbeard's description; a few readers are correct; this period of Blackbeard should not be that mentality.

Published in Qidian, August 03, 2019