kvmb Chapter 295: Filial Piety Between Father and Son, Red Hair Breaks Through Defense
Chapter 295: Filial Piety Between Father and Son, Red Hair Breaks Through Defense
A massive shadow loomed down, engulfing the deck of the Red Fosse as if the sky had collapsed.
It's the Moby Dick.
The flagship of the Whitebeard Pirates was a sea fortress shaped like a giant whale. It was so huge that when it approached, the Red Fox looked like a small fish next to the whale.
boom!
With a muffled thud, the seawater between the two ships was pushed apart, creating white waves several meters high.
The massive gangplank fell from the Moby Dick's side, crashing heavily onto the Red Hair Group's deck and kicking up a cloud of dust.
The tremors of the wooden planks struck everyone's hearts with each beat.
The frozen atmosphere outside the captain's cabin was shattered by this behemoth.
All eyes were fixed on that wide springboard.
"Thump."
"Thump."
"Thump."
Heavy footsteps.
Every step was like a war drumbeat.
In the shadows against the light, a figure became clearer and clearer.
He was so tall.
His body was covered in IV tubes.
Time has etched deep lines on his face.
But Edward Newgate stands here, and he is the highest peak of this sea.
A large white coat was draped over his shoulders, and it fluttered in the windless sea.
Behind him.
The captain of the First Division, "Phoenix" Marco, had droopy eyelids, hands in his pockets, looking lazy.
Third Division Captain "Diamond" Jozu, a moving iron tower, with a face as cold as ice.
Fifth Division Captain Vista, nicknamed "Flower Sword," stroked his beard, his hands elegantly resting on the twin swords at his waist.
This is the core fighting force of the Whitebeard Pirates.
A lineup powerful enough to shake the world.
But now, all the light belongs to the old man who walks at the very front.
Shanks loosened his grip on the hilt of the "Griffin".
He suppressed the shock and anger of having his secret exposed, the panic of being questioned about his real name, and all of this deep inside.
He is one of the Four Emperors.
He is Shanks, the red-haired man.
On this sea, no matter who he faces, he must maintain the dignity of an emperor.
Shanks straightened his messy collar and brushed off the dust that had gotten on him from rolling around in his drunken stupor.
He changed his expression.
A polite yet dignified smile returned to that somewhat weathered face.
Shanks took two steps forward and walked to the end of the springboard.
He extended his right hand.
Leaning slightly forward, in an equal and welcoming gesture.
He was prepared to exchange a few pleasantries with this "world's strongest man," even if it was just a formality.
"Long time no see, Newgate."
Shanks has only just begun.
An awkward scene unfolded.
Even a suffocating scene.
Edward Newgate, the white-bearded giant carrying the Murakumogiri, stared straight ahead, his gaze fixed on nothing.
He didn't look at Shanks.
I didn't even glance at it.
There was no eye contact.
He did not nod.
They didn't even bother to glance at it.
"call"
The white-bearded man's enormous body stirred up a gust of wind.
The wind tousled Shanks' signature red hair and froze the smile on his face.
Whitebeard walked straight past Shanks, who had his hand outstretched.
Like passing by a pillar on a deck.
Like passing by a wisp of air.
Shanks' hand remained frozen in mid-air.
That hand was abrupt, superfluous, and desolate.
The sea breeze blows.
Shanks' smile froze on his face, cracking inch by inch.
The muscles at the corners of his eyes twitched uncontrollably.
He held out his hand.
Stiff neck rotation.
All I could see was a silhouette as white as a mountain.
My mind went blank.
who am I?
where am I?
Was I ignored?
The entire room fell silent.
The crew members of the Red-Haired Pirates stared wide-eyed, their eyes practically popping out of their sockets.
Our own leader, a dignified one of the Four Emperors, is being treated like air?
In the white-bearded man's eyes, there was only one person.
The black-haired youth standing calmly in the center of the deck.
The white-bearded man strode forward, his footsteps making the deck creak, until he reached Chen Ye.
That face, marked by the passage of time and always bearing an air of authority, now smiled like a chrysanthemum.
The wrinkles smoothed out, and the eyes shone brightly.
"Guralalalalala!"
His signature laughter exploded like thunder, making everyone's eardrums buzz.
"Kid! What you've been up to lately has really surprised me again!"
Whitebeard simply tossed the Supreme Grade Sword "Murakumogiri" aside.
With a clang, the divine weapon capable of cleaving islands was thrown onto the deck, creating a shallow crater.
The white-bearded man didn't care at all.
He stretched out his large, fan-like hand and patted Chen Ye's shoulder heavily.
"Bang!"
That slap could shatter rocks.
"I heard you humiliated the navy again??"
"Great job! Well done!"
"As expected of my son, Whitebeard! Gurararara!"
There was an undisguised pride in the white-bearded man's voice.
Chen Ye calmly accepted this heavy "fatherly love".
He didn't even flinch.
The force coming from his shoulder was terrifying, but to him, it was nothing special.
Chen Ye shrugged, looking completely unfazed, and gave a slight smirk.
"Dad, keep it low-key."
"After all, we're still on someone else's ship."
Chen Ye's voice was calm, carrying a casualness usually reserved for family.
"Keep a low profile? That's impossible!"
The white-bearded man laughed loudly, his beard trembling.
Followed by.
He suddenly turned around.
Facing all the members of the Red-Haired Pirates, including those officers who hadn't yet recovered their senses.
The white-bearded man spread his arms wide, as if displaying a rare treasure, and pointed back at Chen Ye behind him.
"look!"
"This is my son!"
"Tatsuba!"
"Isn't that awesome?"
"That Demon King of Song, wasn't it this kid who crushed him?"
"Aren't you envious of having a son like me? Huh? Gurararara!"
The sound echoed throughout the entire ship.
His voice was smug and boastful.
This is clearly a silly old man showing off his child's perfect score to his neighbors!
The art style is off.
It's completely collapsed.
The Red-Haired Pirates' officers were completely thrown into chaos.
The piece of meat with bone in Raki Lue's hand fell to the ground with a "thud".
He stared with his small eyes as if he had seen an alien.
Yasopp, holding a sniper rifle, had his mouth agape, wide enough to fit an egg, looking on with amusement, and even seemed about to whistle.
"This...this is Whitebeard?"
"A legendary monster?"
"Why are you acting like a baby-posting fanatic?"
Even Ben Beckman couldn't help but facepalm.
He took a deep drag of his cigarette and looked at his captain with sympathy.
The red-haired man who was still frozen in place.
It's too awful.
It's really miserable.
Not only were they ignored, but they were also forced to watch this grand spectacle of "filial piety and parental love."
Shanks couldn't take it anymore.
The veins on his forehead bulged.
"Hello!"
Shanks suddenly turned around.
He roared at the white-bearded man.
"You old fool! Aren't you getting a little too cocky?!"
His voice cracked when he shouted.
They don't have any of the prestige of the Four Emperors.
Shanks pointed angrily at the deck beneath his feet, his fingers trembling.
"Look carefully!"
"This is the Red Voss!"
"It's my boat!"
"I am Shanks! Red-haired Shanks!"
Shanks rushed up behind Whitebeard, jumping up and down as he roared:
"Were you ignoring me just now?!"
"I've already stretched my hand out! I've been holding it out for ages!"
"You just walked right past? Huh?!"
"Are you being polite?!"
Shanks was furious.
So embarrassing.
In front of all the crew members and in front of Chen Ye, this old man didn't give them any face at all!
The white-bearded man's laughter stopped.
He was taken aback by the roar.
The enormous body paused for a moment.
He seemed to only now realize that there were other creatures on the deck besides him and his beloved son.
The white-bearded man slowly turned around.
Bow down.
Their gazes finally fell on the brat, whose face was flushed red with anger and whose red hair was standing on end.
"Um?"
Whitebeard blinked.
A flicker of confusion crossed his golden eyes, which quickly transformed into a perfunctory look of sudden realization.
He stretched out his large hand and scratched the back of his bald head.
"what?"
"Is that a red-haired brat?"
The white-bearded man let out a half-hearted, awkward laugh:
"Sorry, sorry, guralala."
"My son is really amazing."
"He stood there, his radiance was too bright, too dazzling."
"The light was so bright it blinded me, and for a moment I didn't even see you standing next to me."
"I forgot about you. Gurarara!"
Quiet.
A deathly silence.
The sea breeze carried fallen leaves by.
Shanks clutched his chest and staggered back two steps.
puff.
He gagged.
Is this an apology?
That's a damn finishing blow!
What does it mean that my brilliance is so great that you can't see me?
Am I a firefly?
Am I just a background character?
That old man, he definitely did it on purpose!
Absolutely!
Shanks pointed a trembling finger at his white beard, his lips quivering, unable to utter a coherent sentence for a long time.
"You...you..."
Everyone around, whether they were the captain of the Whitebeard Gang or the officers of the Red-Haired Gang, turned their heads away in unison.
Shoulders shrug.