That year, Sengoku was not yet a naval marshal.
That year, Kuzan, Sakaski and Borsalino were young and ambitious.
That year, the naval hero Vice Admiral Garp was full of enthusiasm and chased Roger all over the world.
It was also that year.
Xia Le was hit in the head by a rifle, hit in the body by a cannon, had his neck cut by a long knife, had his nasal cavity submerged by sea water, and was burned by fire, but he never died. He became an unknown trainee soldier beside Karp.
When I saw this heroic lieutenant general smash the town to pieces with one punch.
He lowered his head in silence, and quietly upgraded his newly awakened domineering color to the maximum level.