One Piece: My Crew is from Other World
Chapter 202: Multiple Attentions!

Chapter 202: Chapter 202: Multiple Attentions!

— Whitebeard Pirates —

At that moment, aboard the Moby Dick...

"This is... Morgans? Why are they fighting like that?"

"And it doesn’t look like some casual sparring either..."

Whitebeard stared at the footage playing through the video Den Den Mushi.

The battle between the Dragon Hunter Pirates had him momentarily stunned.

The sheer intensity—it wasn’t training. It was a clash on the level of life and death.

"If this is a routine exercise... then it’s no wonder their combat power is so monstrous."

"I’ve given you the footage. The rest’s up to you," Morgans said flatly—then promptly hung up.

Whitebeard’s eyes remained fixed on the feed.

If this kind of brutal training was common among them, the Dragon Hunter Pirates’ strength suddenly made a lot more sense.

"Marco... what do you make of this?" Whitebeard asked, clearly intrigued.

Marco crossed his arms thoughtfully.

"It looks like an internal trial. Maybe something like a crew ranking system?"

It was just a guess.

The truth was—Marco didn’t dare claim he understood the thinking of the Dragon Hunter Pirates.

Then something in the video caught his attention.

"Wait... is that—"

Ryuunosuke appeared on screen, handing two drops of life essence to Tatsumi and Uzumaki.

Marco’s eyes narrowed.

That same liquid had been used once before—to stabilize Whitebeard’s declining health. Marco had assumed it was an extremely rare treasure.

And now... Ryuunosuke was handing it out as prize money for training matches.

"...Life essence," Marco muttered. "Maybe it’s time we consider trading with the Dragon Hunter Pirates."

Whitebeard didn’t respond at first.

Not because he was afraid of dying.

But because, deep down, he knew—the Whitebeard Pirates still needed him.

If he couldn’t boost his sons’ strength in the short term, then he had to survive long enough to lead them through what was coming.

"You’re right, Marco. We’ve been too idle."

"Start organizing combat drills. Get our supply lines secured."

"I’ve got a feeling... something big is about to hit."

Whitebeard’s voice was firm.

And Marco nodded.

If a rising power like Ryuunosuke’s crew was still pushing themselves this hard—

Then what excuse did the Yonko have to rest?

The old era wouldn’t last forever.

---

— Whole Cake Island —

"Is this some kind of internal tournament?"

"These are all official members of the Dragon Hunter Pirates?"

Charlotte Linlin sat on her throne, watching the same battle footage with sharp eyes.

Unlike Whitebeard, Big Mom wasn’t watching out of curiosity.

She was watching the very pirates who were preparing to challenge her.

And they were terrifying.

Ryuunosuke hadn’t even stepped in, yet his crew’s strength was fully on display.

She knew her own children and officers well.

Compared to what she just saw?

Only her top three Sweet Commanders could stand a chance against Tatsumi and Uvogin—who weren’t even captains.

"Mom!"

Katakuri entered and stopped when he saw what she was watching.

"Katakuri, take a look."

"How confident are you in defeating fighters like these?"

She gestured toward the screen.

Katakuri watched in silence.

Even through the Den Den Mushi’s limited resolution, he could feel it—

the overwhelming aura, the precision, the raw battle instinct on display.

He frowned.

"...They’re strong. No doubt."

"But Mom, I didn’t come here just to watch them fight. I found out why the Dragon Hunter Pirates are targeting us."

Big Mom’s eyes narrowed.

"What is it?"

This conflict was giving her a headache. There was nothing to gain from fighting Ryuunosuke’s crew.

They were still a ’new’ pirate crew, regardless of reputation.

But for her, a veteran Yonko, winning would mean nothing.

Losing, however... would shatter their image.

"Because of the Mink Tribe."

"The potion that Pekoms used last time—it was developed by your labs. It forces a transformation into the Sulong form."

"And for the Minks... that’s a taboo."

"Apparently, one of the Dragon Hunter Pirates’ Logistics Division captains is a Mink who can use Sulong at will. That’s why they’re furious."

Katakuri delivered the report without pause.

Big Mom sat silently, deep in thought.

"...Katakuri. I’ll leave this to you."

"If you can resolve this without a fight—Mom will grant you one unconditional request."

Her tone was calm, but the weight behind it was immense.

Even Whitebeard had advised her to avoid conflict with Ryuunosuke.

There had to be a reason.

"Yes, Mom," Katakuri nodded and turned to leave immediately.

---

Outside, Perospero intercepted him.

"Katakuri! What did Mom say?"

Perospero looked nervous. He had a lot to hide from their mother—and if she found out the truth, she wouldn’t just be angry... she’d kill him.

"She put me in charge of cleaning up your mess."

"And Baron Tamago? I’ll try to bring him back."

"But next time, stop lying to Mom."

"...Still, you did well this time."

Katakuri didn’t wait for a reply. He walked off without another word.

Perospero gritted his teeth. He hated being talked down to like that—

—but at the same time, Katakuri was doing this for him.

All he could do now... was hope Katakuri succeeded.

---

— Navy G5 Base —

"Pirates fighting on Wallowells Island?"

"Who the hell has the nerve to do that?"

Vice Admiral Vergo raised a brow at the report.

Everyone in the New World knew—Wallowells was his territory.

For someone to stir up trouble there?

That was basically a slap to the face.

"We’re not sure who. The informant didn’t get close. Should we mobilize and crush them?"

The marine speaking wasn’t your typical officer.

He’d once been a pirate with a 78 million bounty—until Vergo personally defeated him and pulled him into the G5 branch.

Now, he was Colonel Bagulun—an enforcer in marine uniform, but still carrying that old pirate edge.

Vergo smirked.

"Bagulun... I’ll leave this to you."

"Do well, and you can apply for Lieutenant soon."

Being the only true authority in the G5 branch, Vergo enjoyed near-absolute freedom.

He didn’t care whether his subordinates were saints or criminals.

All that mattered... was results.