Chapter Thirty-Five: Whitebeard and Red-Haired
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In the streets crowded with pirates, Kamiel couldn't help but marvel at the sheer number of pirates in this world—this small town alone boasted tens of thousands. Though their faces were fierce and intimidating, chaos and bloodshed were nowhere to be seen; everything unfolded with perfect order. Kamiel sighed at Whitebeard’s overwhelming might—so long as the pirates caught sight of the Whitebeard Pirates’ insignia etched upon the stone monument, the weaker ones had no intention to stir trouble here, and even the stronger pirates seemed disinclined to cause any disturbance. Despite the recent turmoil in the New World, this place appeared to be a tranquil haven in the pirate realm.
Nearby pirates noticed Kamiel standing at the dock, scanning his surroundings. A look of shock flickered in their eyes, and someone shouted, “Look, that’s the ‘Violet Emperor’! I can’t believe he’s here!” Instantly, more pirates turned to stare. His striking ensemble—shrouded in violet, his purple hair, eyes dark as the night, and the purple longsword at his waist that sent chills through those who glimpsed it—marked him as no ordinary man. The more discerning among them could tell at a glance that this young man was extraordinary. It was then that the icy phoenix perched on Kamiel’s right shoulder drew their attention. How could such a bird calmly sit on the ‘Violet Emperor’s’ shoulder? Wasn’t it afraid he’d slaughter it?
The icy phoenix tilted its head toward Kamiel, curiosity gleaming in its eyes. “I never imagined you were so famous—‘Violet Emperor’. Quite a remarkable name,” it chirped. As the icy phoenix addressed Kamiel, the surrounding pirates heard every word, and all sound faded away as they stared at the cute blue-and-white bird like it was some supernatural creature.
“That— That bird can talk?” a pirate exclaimed in disbelief, staring at the icy phoenix perched on Kamiel’s shoulder. Suddenly, all pirates snapped out of their reverie.
“My heavens, that bird can talk!” “The ‘Violet Emperor’s’ companions truly are extraordinary!” Voices spilled over as the icy phoenix stole Kamiel’s thunder, which irked him somewhat.
He released a touch of his “Haki”—a subtle breeze swept through, and the pirates shivered with sudden cold. They immediately remembered: the real threat was still here!
Kamiel gave a soft snort and strode onto the broad street. The pirates parted, giving him passage, and watched as the ‘Violet Emperor’ disappeared into the distance. They all breathed a collective sigh of relief; this was a monster who could fight the three admirals to a standstill, even injuring them. None of these small fry would dare provoke him. The legend of the ‘Violet Emperor’ arriving on Little Devil Island quickly spread.
The Fourth Division Captain of the Whitebeard Pirates, stationed here, received the news almost instantly.
“Captain, the ‘Violet Emperor’ has appeared on the island. Do you think he’s here to cause trouble? What should we do—should we report to Pops?” one pirate, voice trembling, asked the captain, Satch, who was drinking in the hall.
Though Satch had never met the ‘Violet Emperor’, his reputation was terrifying: fighting the three admirals head-on, grievously wounding them. Eight years ago, he had battled the current admiral Kizaru and the legendary marine hero Garp, whose strength was unfathomable. No one knew why ‘Violet Emperor’ vanished for eight years after that fight, but even then, his power was immense. Now, it was surely even greater. If such a formidable figure arrived seeking trouble, none of them could handle it.
Satch didn’t blame his subordinate. Even he had shivered slightly upon hearing that Kamiel had arrived on the island—let alone those of lesser strength.
Glancing at his men drinking nearby, Satch smiled with confidence, “Relax, that guy isn’t here to cause trouble. He’ll probably drop by here soon.” After a moment’s thought, he added, “Go fetch the Den Den Mushi—I’ll inform Pops anyway.”
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Meanwhile, Red Shanks was alone on Whitebeard’s ship, the Moby Dick, chatting with Whitebeard. Although the New World was in upheaval and there was talk of establishing the Four Emperors, Whitebeard was a given. Shanks occasionally challenged Whitebeard, and though each match seemed a draw, Shanks knew Whitebeard was holding back. If Whitebeard truly unleashed his full power, Shanks wouldn’t dare force a confrontation.
“Red, I heard you recently clashed again with that guy whose eyes are like a hawk’s?” Whitebeard sat upon his throne, clutching a massive jug of wine. After speaking, he took two hearty swigs.
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Red Shanks merely laughed, teasing, “Haha, that guy’s pretty tough. His swordsmanship now matches mine—give him a couple more years and he’ll be able to beat you, Whitebeard.”
Whitebeard’s eyes flickered, and he sighed, “Heh, it’s your era now. And Kamiel—that kid’s been quite active lately! After eight years of silence, he reappeared, killed a Celestial Dragon, and gravely wounded the three admirals. It seems his arrival is meant to oppose the World Government and the Marines, haha!” Whitebeard burst into laughter, his voice echoing far and wide. Red and the nearby division captains joined in, delighted to see the government and Marines embarrassed—pirates, after all, relished such moments.
“Thinking back to when I saved him, he was just a child. Who would have thought he’d grow to a point where the Marines are helpless against him? Whitebeard, tell me honestly—if you fought ‘Violet Emperor’ Kamiel, could you beat him?” Red’s tone shifted from playful to serious.
Whitebeard’s gaze sharpened. The division captains nearby looked to him as well—he was their symbol of invincibility. Could he really defeat that man?
Whitebeard glanced at Red. Shanks looked back, clearly eager for his answer.
Whitebeard sighed, “Red, you probably don’t know. I met him ten years ago.”
Shanks’ eyes narrowed. Ten years ago was the time of Roger’s execution. He had watched the Pirate King, Gol D. Roger, die on the scaffold—though Roger had surrendered himself, Shanks could never forget that moment.
“Kamiel met you ten years ago?” Red snapped out of his reminiscence, surprised.
The nearby captains were astonished. Only the veteran captains who had served on Whitebeard’s ship at the time smiled slightly; that incident had never been spread. When both unleashed their Haki, only a few captains remained conscious—the rest of the pirates knew nothing of the true battle. Those present remembered well: the small figure, and that earth-shattering slash...
“Haha, that kid could withstand half my strength ten years ago. Now, a decade has passed—I truly don’t know how strong he’s grown.” Whitebeard didn’t say whether he could defeat Kamiel, his answer ambiguous. He shook his head, downed two more gulps of wine, and recalled the young challenger from ten years past. Ten years later, that child’s strength had surely reached terrifying heights. If he now went all out, using his Devil Fruit powers, could he defeat the one who dared cross swords with him so long ago? Truthfully, Whitebeard felt no confidence.
If Whitebeard knew Kamiel’s true power, he’d probably never even consider challenging him.
“Buru buru buru...” As everyone was still astonished by Whitebeard’s words, Red included, the Den Den Mushi by Whitebeard’s hand began to ring.
Red snapped out of his shock and looked at Whitebeard.
“Hello—this is Whitebeard.” Whitebeard picked up the Den Den Mushi, his voice powerful and commanding.
“Pops, it’s Satch. I have something interesting to report.”
“Go ahead, Satch. What is it?”
On the other end, Satch’s voice. Shanks, close by, could hear everything. He prepared to step aside—after all, he and Whitebeard were rivals. If he eavesdropped on confidential information, it would be disgraceful. But Satch’s next words instantly grabbed his attention, and he listened closely.
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“Pops, the ‘Violet Emperor’—Elros D. Kamiel—has appeared on the island.”
Whitebeard’s gaze sharpened; Shanks looked at him, anticipation gleaming in his eyes.
“Oh? He’s not causing trouble, is he?” Whitebeard’s voice held a hint of expectation.
“No, he’s alone. Only a small white bird accompanies him, but the bird can talk.”
“Then leave him be. As long as he doesn’t go too far, let him do as he likes. If anything happens, contact me.”
“Yes, understood, Pops.”
Whitebeard set down the Den Den Mushi and looked toward Shanks. Both erupted into laughter.
“Haha, speak of the devil! The news of his arrival comes as we mention him. Now that he’s in the New World, things are getting more interesting.” Red laughed heartily, raising his glass and drinking.
“I truly look forward to meeting him—it’s been ten years,” Whitebeard mused, his expression uncertain. How much longer could he hold on? It was now the era of the new generation.
Meanwhile, our protagonist moved swiftly through the streets. Occasionally, someone glanced at him, but upon realizing it was the ‘Violet Emperor’—that monster—they quickly looked away. Best to avoid such a man if possible.
Kamiel looked toward a bar in the distance and slowly made his way over...
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