Shinju personally faced off against Sengoku in his Buddha form.
"It's not time yet, Sengoku."
"How about we each take a step back for now?"
Sengoku could clearly sense the boy in front of him wasn't simple at all, someone with strength not inferior to his own. He treated it as an unspoken agreement.
On the other side of the battlefield
Edward Newgate stood at the prow.
The pirate known as the world's strongest man held Murakumogiri, then slammed the hilt heavily onto the deck.
Just standing there was enough to make countless marines sweat through the palms gripping their rifles.
He sheathed the great blade back at his side, bent his knees slightly, and crossed both fists in front of his chest.
Then he hammered outward.
The air cracked.
Like a mirror shattering, irregular fractures spread across space itself.
In the next moment, the entire island shook violently.
The sea began to churn.
The water pulled back, exposing reefs and mud on the seabed.
Seconds later, it surged back.
On both sides, the sea level rose at terrifying speed, blotting out the sunlight.
A huge shadow covered all of Marineford
Two walls of water that reached from sea to sky.
A tsunami hundreds of meters high, carrying enough destructive momentum to erase everything, crashed down toward the plaza.
Marines stared up, mouths hanging open.
Some dropped their weapons.
Some collapsed to the ground.
Faced with a disaster like this, humans were simply too small.
"So this is… the power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit?" a vice admiral gritted out, struggling to keep his footing.
On the execution platform, Ace screamed his old man's name.
Whitebeard bared his teeth.
He was going to destroy this place.
Right as the monstrous wave was about to swallow everything
A red figure burst out from the flank.
Layered crimson armor. Long black hair.
Hashirama sprinted across the ice and looked up at the deep-blue curtain of water about to crush down.
"Wood Style: Deep Forest!"
Countless thick roots punched up from beneath the sea, tearing through the heavy ice.
Whitebeard frowned hard.
He'd already seen that technique once and now again?
He hadn't expected someone to block a tsunami caused by the Tremor-Tremor Fruit this way… and even force it up from the ocean floor.
Hashirama kept his hands clasped.
A wooden dragon rose beneath his feet, lifting him into the air.
"Not enough!" he shouted, chakra surging again.
From every broken trunk, fresh buds burst out instantly.
The defense line that had been crushed by seawater showed terrifying vitality in that moment.
A green tide and a blue tsunami clashed in midair.
The wave that should've drowned the plaza was stopped—forced to hang in the sky by a forest that didn't exist a moment ago.
Marines and pirates alike stared blankly.
Some rubbed their eyes, half-convinced they'd been caught in a genjutsu.
Shinju's system interface refreshed in a frenzy.
Target: Tremor-Tremor Fruit analysis in progress.
Vibration frequency capture complete.
Force conduction mediums: atmosphere, seawater, crust.
Shinju immediately sent the information through the mental link to Hashirama.
"Hashirama, hardness alone can't fully cancel it—use flexible structures to unload the force."
Hashirama received it and adjusted his chakra flow on the spot.
The once-rigid trunks became far more pliant.
They no longer tried to hard-stop the impact. Instead, they bent subtly with the current, guiding that colossal kinetic force to both sides.
At last, the tsunami's power bled out.
The once-empty frozen harbor had now become a dense primeval forest.
Trees a hundred meters tall towered between the Moby Dick and the marine plaza.
Hashirama stood atop the highest canopy, arms folded.
Their eyes met across the air.
"Gurararara!"
Whitebeard suddenly laughed.
He lifted Murakumogiri with one hand, pointing it at Hashirama atop the treetops.
"Interesting kid!"
"To think there's someone on this sea who can stop one of old man's hits!"
"Say your name!"
Hashirama's voice rang out.
"Senju Hashirama!"
"You can call me… a ninja."
Whitebeard narrowed his eyes.
Ninja?
Like the ones in Wano who hide in the shadows?
No, this man was different.
That overflowing life force could be felt clearly even from hundreds of meters away.
A powerhouse capable of matching him.
The battlefield was spiraling out of control.
"Don't just stand there!"
"Pirates are pirates, no matter how many come, we kill them all!" Akainu stepped forward, staring at the annoying forest with killing intent.
"Wood used to hide in shame… just burn it all to ash."
Aokiji scratched his head as he rose.
"Ara ara… what a pain."
"If the harbor's blocked, the encircling walls can't go up."
Frost poured off him, the temperature dropping sharply.
Kizaru tilted his mouth, eyes behind the shades fixed toward Shinju.
"How scaryyy… that red guy."
"But that kid who hasn't moved at all… looks more like the boss."
The three admirals.
Marine Headquarters' highest combat power.
Once Whitebeard's strike was stopped, all three finally moved together.
Shinju looked down at the three Logia users.
Magma. Ice. Light.
This was the true main event of the Summit War.
He didn't retreat in the slightest, if anything, his chakra began to boil.
This was exactly what he wanted.
Only chaos created openings.
Only collisions at the highest level would let him take what he wanted.
Shinju leapt down from the trunk and landed beside Hashirama.
"First Hokage, that fire user is yours."
"As for the ice one… Madara-sama should find him interesting."
"And the light one…"
Shinju glanced toward Kizaru, who had already turned into a beam and vanished.
"I'll use space-time ninjutsu to invite someone to keep him company."
In an instant, the battlefield split into multiple fronts.
Whitebeard watched these upstarts steal the spotlight and he wasn't angry.
If anything, he looked even more amused.
"Sons!"
Whitebeard raised Murakumogiri and pointed toward the execution platform.
"If someone opened the road for us, then don't be polite!"
"Charge through! Save Ace!"
"OHHH!!!"
The pirates' morale ignited completely.
They ran along the trunks Hashirama had created and launched a full assault on the plaza.
Marineford's war fully escalated at that moment.
It was no longer simply marines hunting pirates.
It was two worlds' combat power crashing head-on in this narrow sea.
Akainu watched the pirates surge forward, formed a massive magma fist, and hurled it skyward into the forest.
Flames instantly ignited the trees.
Thick smoke billowed.
Hashirama formed seals again.
"Wood Style: Deep Forest Bloom!"
The burning trees suddenly bloomed.
Giant flowers opened and spewed yellow pollen.
Any marine who inhaled it was instantly paralyzed, collapsing to the ground.
Akainu's brows tightened.
This fire couldn't burn through this wood.
The energy inside it… was actually able to contend with his magma.
On the other side, the man of light was saying—
"Have you ever been kicked at the speed of light?"
(End of Chapter)
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