"Hmph. So you geezers are the ones who rule the world." Kaido smirked as he stepped through the rubble of the collapsed wall of Pangea Castle after battering it down. His hybrid state's tail lashed behind him.

A trickle of his own blood came down his lip. He wipes it with his knuckle before tasting it himself. The taste of his own blood does not bring him fear, it excites him. It gets him even more fired up. In his hand, he holds up the broken and beaten body of Garling, who tried and failed to stop him.

"Heh, I remember you from God Valley, you foolish circle haired geezer! What made you think you were gonna stop me when you're in the retirement home and I'm in my prime, geezer?! WORORORORORO!" He says before throwing the foolish saint crashing into another wall. Before him was the crumbled room of authority, the Five Elders sitting in silence as he stomped near, peering down at them. "I take it you lot have the same tricks up your sleeves as those uniformed churls from before? Good thing I know just how to crunch you up right, or even I might have been a bit disappointed!

The Elders said nothing, merely replying with wary and stoic silence. But deep down, they knew this was the worst situation they could have been dealt as a hand by fate. Akainu was dead, and the Marines had fallen. The Holy Land was burning. The Beast Pirates were torching their immaculate paradise and slaughtering their people. It was like a parodic reverse of the competition at God Valley. The governor of the Beasts leveled his Kanabo at them. "So, which grandpa am I giving a funeral first? Is it you, dreadlocks?! Or you, samurai?! WORORORO! I don't mind who goes first. All of you are dying here anyway... and then, I'm gonna have a nice seat... ON THE EMPTY THRONE!"

"What do you hope to accomplish from this barbarity, Kaidou?"