The ocean was restless. Each wave seemed to hesitate before crashing, as if the sea itself feared the coming clash.
The sea trembled as two legends collided — Roger and Whitebeard, the roaring heart of a storm that devoured the world for three endless days and nights.
"GURARARARA!"
Whitebeard's laugh thundered across the battlefield as his bisento carved through the air, the sheer pressure splitting waves apart.
"BWAHAHAHA! Not bad, Newgate!" Roger's blade, Ace, met the strike head-on, the shockwave exploding between them like a cannon from the gods.
Two kings. Two storms.
Between them, the air rippled with invisible pressure—Conqueror's Haki so dense it pressed on the chest like gravity.
BOOM!
The ground shattered as Roger moved first, faster than thunder. His sword met Whitebeard's naginata with a roar that tore through the island. The collision didn't just shake the earth—it split the air.
Waves exploded outward, trees flattened under the invisible shockwave, and both crews stumbled as their captains' wills met in raw, divine force.
"GURARARARARA!" Whitebeard laughed, his deep voice rolling like thunder. "You haven't changed a bit, Roger!"
"Bwahahaha! And you've only gotten stronger!" Roger roared back, eyes blazing.
The two clashed again—KRRAK-THOOM!—their weapons still never touching, only the sheer might of their spirits creating the explosions that lit the horizon.
Every collision sent ripples across the island — trees uprooted, stones cracked, and the sky itself split under the weight of their Haki. Each strike carried enough force to level mountains.
But amid the chaos, Ada stepped forward.
The wind caught her crimson dress as she watched the two titans clash, the glow of Haki illuminating the battlefield. Her gaze sharpened—not with fear, but with something older. Memory.
She'd seen that power before. On a different island. In the past.
Her hand drifted to her hip, to the old weapon she carried not out of nostalgia, but as a momento—Rocks' sword.
"Stay back, Big Sis Ada!" Shanks shouted as the shockwave from Roger and Whitebeard's next strike tore through the air.
But Ada didn't move. Her eyes were locked on Whitebeard—the man who fought with them back in God Valley.
He noticed her through the haze of dust and fire, pausing mid-swing.
For a heartbeat, the battlefield went still.
Then, Whitebeard smiled. "So… it's really you."
Ada drew Rocks' sword in one smooth motion. The blade hissed, the air around it bending. "It's been a long time, Newgate."
Whitebeard's grin widened, though a flicker of nostalgia passed in his eyes. "Since God Valley."
"Let's see if you've gone soft."
BOOOOM!
Their clash was immediate—Rocks' sword met Whitebeard's naginata in a cataclysmic strike that shattered the ground beneath their feet. The air itself seemed to split open, a white scar of energy lancing across the sky.
"KRRAK-THOOOM!"
The sound echoed for miles. Crew members from both sides were thrown backward, covering their ears from the force.
"Oi—are you seeing this?!" Buggy yelled, clinging to the mast for dear life. "She's clashing with Whitebeard!"
Shanks grinned, eyes gleaming. "That's Ada for you."
On the other side, Oden's jaw tightened, his warrior's pride alight with awe. "Incredible… She can go toe to toe with against Shiroki-Chan!"
Whitebeard swung again, each strike sending tremors through the island. Ada countered with blinding precision, her every movement sharp as a blade's whisper. Sparks of Haki laced the air—black and gold threads weaving through the smoke.
"You've grown stronger," Whitebeard said, blocking her downward slash.
Ada's eyes flashed. "You have too. But you've forgotten what fear feels like."
She twisted, her blade cutting through the air with a SHHH-CRACK! The shockwave slammed into Whitebeard, forcing him back half a step—a feat few alive could claim.
The grin that spread across his face was pure joy. "GURARARARA! You still bite!"
Roger's laughter boomed across the field. "Now that's more like it!"
Ada exhaled, lowering her sword slightly as Roger and Whitebeard's duel resumed in full force, the very sky screaming with each clash. She turned away, the storm still raging behind her.
"I just needed to know," she murmured to herself. "You're still the monster I remember."
Behind them, chaos reigned.
"Marco, was it?" Rayleigh's calm voice cut through the clash, eyes sharp beneath his half-lidded gaze.
Marco's wings of blue flame flared, the air shimmering with heat. "You're strong, old man, but don't underestimate me, yoi!"
He darted forward, talons blazing. Rayleigh didn't move — not even an inch.
The phoenix's claw descended — and stopped.
Clink.
With effortless precision, Rayleigh raised a single finger, catching Marco's attack mid-swing. The impact shattered the ground beneath them, but the Dark King's expression didn't change.
"Your flames are fierce," Rayleigh said coolly, pushing Marco back with just that finger. "But you're still young."
Marco's eyes widened in disbelief as Rayleigh stepped forward, the air around him crackling with calm, unyielding power.
Farther inland, Gaban and Oden clashed like wild beasts. Oden's twin blades gleamed, carving arcs of fury through the air.
"You're not bad!" Oden shouted, grinning through the sweat and sparks.
Gaban twirled his axes, smirking. "Neither are you, samurai. You hit harder than anyone I've met — except him."
He jerked his head toward Roger's distant duel with Whitebeard. "Guess you're both cut from the same madness."
Their weapons met again, the clang echoing like music. Both men laughed, exhilarated by the battle.
But the storm's true center wasn't only between kings.
Second Day
The next day dawned blood-red. Smoke and salt mixed with the cries of battle.
The world had narrowed to the clash of wills and the song of steel.
Ada strode through the chaos, her dress still elegant, soot on her cheek, her expression calm. Around her, the battlefield churned—pirates screaming, the ground cratered from Haki blasts.
A massive shadow loomed—Jozu, diamond gleaming in the light. "You won't get past me!"
Ada tilted her head, her hand brushing over the sleek black metal of her gun.
"Try me."
"Jozu! Behind you!"
Whitey Bay shouted as Ada vanished through a trail of smoke, her gun gleaming black and silver in the chaos.
Jozu turned — too late.
She drew and fired.
BANG!
The bullet cut through the air faster than thought. It hit Jozu's diamond shoulder—and pierced through it.
He staggered, eyes wide. "What—impossible—!"
Ada's expression didn't change. "My bullets don't stop for armor. Not even Haki."
BANG! BANG! Two more shots rang out. Jozu's defenses shattered; he dropped to one knee, dazed but alive.
From the flank, Whitey Bay lunged, blades flashing. Ada spun, deflecting the strikes with the barrel of her gun before pressing it against the ice witch's chest.
BOOM!
Whitey Bay was thrown back by the concussive blast, landing in the surf.
"Two down," Ada said quietly, smoke curling from the barrel.
The remaining commanders hesitated, circling her like wolves unsure of their prey. Her crimson eyes flicked between them.
"You should've brought more."
The ground erupted with gunfire and Haki blasts. Ada moved like liquid flame, weaving through the onslaught, her gun a blur of silver. Every bullet tore through layers of defense, cutting through the air with a sound like ripping silk.
BOOM! CRACK! THOOM!
When the smoke cleared, she stood surrounded by fallen commanders—none dead, all defeated.
Buggy gawked from afar. "She's insane! She just—she shot through diamond!"
Shanks grinned, wiping sweat from his brow. "That's Ada for you. Remind me never to make her mad."
When the smoke cleared, Ada stood alone among fallen commanders. Her breathing was steady, eyes sharp.
Ada's steps slowed. A chill rippled down her spine.
Something… wrong.
She turned, scanning the battlefield. Among the chaos, a young figure watched her quietly. Black hair, wide eyes, and a strange, unreadable calm.
Their gazes met.
Her breath caught.
She walked toward him, heels crunching over shattered wood. The din of battle seemed to fade with every step until there was only silence.
He didn't move, only tilted his head and asked cautiously. "Who are you?"
Ada stopped a few feet away, the sea wind tugging at her hair. "So you survived."
His brows furrowed. "Survived?"
"You were too young to remember." Her voice softened, almost regretful. "You were on God Valley. You were a child."
He blinked, confusion flickering across his face. "What?"
Ada's gaze sharpened. "Your name is Teach, isn't it?"
He nodded slowly.
"Then you should know this," she said quietly. "I was the vice-captain on Rocks' ship. I served under your father."
Teach's eyes widened slightly. "My… father?"
She took a slow breath, her tone hardening. "Xebec. You have his face. The same hunger. The same storm."
Teach stared at her, the faintest smile touching his lips. "I don't remember him."
Ada's gaze softened for just a heartbeat. "He was a man worth remembering," she murmured, voice low with something almost like reverence.
She took a step closer. The grass beneath her heels as the sea murmured quietly below.
"But you…" she said, her tone changing—quieter, sharper. "There's something else in you. Something darker than even he carried."
Teach tilted his head, eyes glinting with faint amusement. "Darker?"
Ada's eyes flickered, the reflection of the moon dancing in them like fire. "Xebec wanted to rule the world," she said softly. "But you… you look like someone who'd rather consume it."
For a long moment, neither moved. The air between them thickened—heavy with memory, power, and something unspoken.
Finally, Teach smiled again, slower this time, that strange glimmer twisting in his eyes. "And what if you're right?"
Ada didn't blink. "Then the world should still start praying."
She turned away, leaving him in silence. Behind her, the faint echo of a chuckle—low and dark—followed her back toward the battle.