Chapter 135 Ripples of War

The aftermath of the battle between the Navy and the two Four Emperors sent shockwaves across the world. News of the G8 base's resilience spread like wildfire, painting the Navy as an indomitable force capable of repelling even the mightiest threats.

For the common folk, the victory brought newfound hope. Pirate recruitments dwindled, while naval enlistments skyrocketed—branches overflowed with new faces eager to serve. In stark contrast, within the G8 base, a somber reality lingered.

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Amid the rain-soaked memorial, the surviving soldiers mourned their fallen comrades. Faces etched with grief turned to anger, vowing vengeance against the Four Emperors. Satoru stood apart, his gaze fixed on the sea, a single tear betraying the weight of his loss.

Kral's voice broke the silence.

"Sir, shouldn't you send them off?"

"This isn't my place," Satoru replied, his tone resolute yet tinged with sorrow. "Regret makes life meaningful. It drives us forward."

The departing warship disappeared into the horizon, leaving behind scars, both physical and emotional. Satoru wiped his face, his resolve hardening.

"Tomorrow, training resumes. We grow stronger, no exceptions."

Kral nodded but hesitated. "Our numbers… we're too few to even man a small warship."

Satoru's gaze sharpened. "Then we demand reinforcements. If they refuse, I'll turn the headquarters upside down myself."

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Far away on Onigashima, the remnants of the Hundred Beast Pirates faced their own turmoil. Kaido, still immobilized, growled in frustration as his fingers twitched faintly—his only sign of recovery.

Ember grimly addressed the crew.

"No doctor can help Kaido-sama now. We wait for his natural recovery."

The haunting memory of Satoru's void-style attack lingered in the minds of Kaido's followers. Even Kaido himself, known for his indomitable spirit, now hesitated at the thought of facing Satoru again.

"That power… It's not something I want to encounter a second time," he admitted, his voice unusually subdued.

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On Cake Island, Big Mom's fury knew no bounds. Her Conqueror's Haki crackled violently, shaking the very foundations of her territory. Her children dared not approach as she devoured sweets in a mindless rage.

"White Dragon… White Dragon… I'll crush him!" she muttered, her voice a mix of rage and desperation.

Katakuri, silently observing, recalled the void-style technique and shuddered. He turned to his siblings.

"When you see him… run. Don't fight, just run."

The once-mighty Big Mom Pirates, now battered and humiliated, shared an unspoken agreement—Satoru was a foe they would avoid at all costs.

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Back at the G8 base, the remaining soldiers trained with renewed vigor, fueled by a desire for revenge and the weight of their fallen comrades' sacrifices. Satoru, despite his exhaustion, led from the front, his determination unyielding.

Meanwhile, the ripple effects of their battle reached every corner of the world. Pirates reconsidered their paths, and the balance of power began to shift. Amid the chaos, one thing became clear—Satoru, the "White Dragon," had etched his name into the annals of history.

But in the shadows, new threats loomed, and the scars of war would soon give rise to battles yet unseen.