After Sage spoke, a smile appeared on the faces of everyone in the tent.
King, having taken off his helmet, turned his handsome head and exchanged glances with Katakuri, who also shed his scarf, and they both smiled.
Ever since joining under Disaster, the two no longer needed to hide. Katakuri showed his terrifying big mouth, and no one seemed to care.
King was even more indifferent. Sage was better than Brother Kaido in one way: his true appearance didn't matter anymore.
The World Government offered a hundred million Belly just for information, and after someone claimed the bounty, it was handed over to King. After all, even knowing the information, no one dared come here.
What a joke, Sage even had Pluton, one of the three Ancient Weapons in the world; what does a Lunarian matter in comparison?
He also had Special Agents, leading intelligence in the O'hara territory, such that any disturbance didn't require Sage's attention; his team could resolve it themselves.
After receiving the hundred million Belly and learning that Disaster Gold Bank had trillions, King couldn't care less.
There were entities far more dangerous and rare than him, so being a Lunarian was trivial.
However, what Sage said now really excited them.
Since joining, they hadn't done anything major. Although peaceful and stable, Katakuri had relaxed a bit since the old days, no longer hiding in his sister's Mirror World eating donuts. Instead, he now ate openly outdoors, sharing with his siblings, joyfully without oppression from Mom.
King now showed his face in public, no longer discriminated against or burdened by his identity. Here, among diverse races, Sage was stirring up incredible changes.
Having reached the life they desire, they now had a chance to contribute; previously, there was no opportunity. Last time, though they hurried over, they were too late. Sage's call for full-scale warfare finally gave them a place to prove their worth.
"I must avenge myself; I nearly died."
Sipher, covered in bandages, gritted his teeth, "It was like last time, just like last time!"
"..."
Misty, also bandaged, glanced at him silently but her eyes held rage.
Ultimately, after being engulfed in darkness, Sipher forcibly dragged her out, and Misty gathered her breath to create a whirlpool, confusing Blackbeard's vision for their escape.
Being able to seek revenge now was definitely a good thing.
The remaining cadre like Pearl, Jean Bart, and Mute were eager to fight despite their injuries.
Who's-Who excitedly led the Imperial Court Guards. Both members of the Fur Race and those attending like Fukaboshi wore resolute expressions, ready to contribute.
"Captain, if we're attacking Red Hair, does that mean we'll fight Elbaf?"
The tent was large enough to accommodate the New Giant Warrior Pirates, including Hajrudin and Stansen who were also attending.
"If dealing with Elbaf, Captain, can you give my fellow tribesmen a chance..." Hajrudin asked.
Staying here was more comfortable than back home, but that's still his homeland, and they're aware of the Captain's power—destroying Elbaf wouldn't be too difficult.
"No interest in them for now, as long as they don't provoke me. As for later… you can attempt to persuade them to surrender. Hajrudin, I offer you this chance. I am quite lenient toward Giants."
Strongest nation Elbaf, regardless of customs, habits, or innate racial advantages, provided excellent soldiers. If they can be recruited, they should be.
If they can't be recruited, as long as they don't block his way, they can wait till the battle concludes.
If they're entirely foolish, then that's it.
In Sage's eyes, even the largest country is just a country, easy to obliterate.
"All in all, this time it's full-scale war. Everyone will be deployed, to sweep away all forces posing threats in the latter half of the New World!"
Sage's words sparked excitement among the people in the tent, readying themselves for a major action.
Yet Moriah displayed a trace of concern hearing 'full-scale war' again, while Lily sighed deeply, walked to the center, and spoke to those inside and outside the tent:
"Let me reiterate, full-scale war doesn't mean just us waging war..."
She paused briefly, glanced around; the expressions of some intelligent ones visibly grew solemn.
"Full-scale war means total war, involving four million plus citizens in O'hara, regardless of age or gender, everyone mobilized to attack the latter half of the New World. Everything must serve this goal; this isn't like skirmishes on a few ships against others—it's real war!"
All in the tent fell into silence.
Misty's indifferent expression turned to cold sweat, her voice usually calm now heightened, "Everyone joining the war?"
"Yes, everyone. Under our rule, everyone has their obligations, and when O'hara makes decisions, all must respond," Lily said.
Over four million people...
Regarding the population, as cadre, they've never had a tangible sense of it. Always hearing about the numbers, though existent, not everyone pays attention; they only felt O'hara was prosperous, the Royal City vast, the main island and Vice Island harmonious and beautiful.