Chapter 43: The Weight of Justice? Three Seconds to Defeat an Admiral!
"Let this old man see... just how much weight a monster chosen by the World Military Draft actually carries."
Fujitora's expression was grave to the extreme.
He knew that in front of this man, any words were pale and powerless.
Strength was the only form of dialogue left.
He applied gravity to his own body.
An unspeakable, terrifying pressure erupted from within him.
The ground beneath his feet sank silently. The surrounding air was compressed, and light twisted eerily around his body.
He seemed to transform into a black singularity capable of swallowing everything.
"I... cannot let you pass."
Fujitora assumed an Iaido stance.
He slowly drew the seemingly ordinary cane sword from its sheath, inch by inch.
An invisible domain quietly expanded in all directions, with him at the center.
Garp didn't even glance at the Admiral's coiled, ready-to-strike posture. He just dug his finger into his ear impatiently.
"Brat, this old man is in a rush to get to work."
"I'll give you three seconds to move."
The moment his voice fell—
"One."
Garp spat out the word plainly.
BOOM!
The stone pavement beneath his feet, without any warning, instantly collapsed three feet downward!
A deep pit, formed purely by the pressure of his aura, appeared beneath him.
The live broadcast lenses locked onto this scene.
Viewers across the entire world held their breath.
"What is he doing? Is he counting?"
"One? What does that mean?"
"Oh my god! Look at his feet! The ground collapsed!"
"He just said a single word!"
"This old monster... can his sheer aura already interfere with the physical world?!"
Fujitora's expression became even more solemn.
He was not shaken by Garp's aura.
His invisible gravity domain activated abruptly at that moment.
The target of the domain was not Garp.
Instead, it covered the chaotic battlefield behind Garp—the one that had descended into madness.
Countless pirates and residents, blinded by money and preparing to slaughter each other, suddenly felt their bodies become light.
A gentle yet irresistible force forcibly separated them, pushing them to the sides of the street.
He wanted to protect these civilians.
This was the "Humane Justice" he had to uphold as a Marine Admiral.
"Two."
Garp's voice rang out again.
His figure vanished from the three-foot-deep pit.
Fast to the extreme.
So fast that even the live broadcast lenses couldn't capture his afterimage.
Fujitora's Observation Haki screamed a frantic warning at the same time.
He caught it!
That figure had already crossed a distance of a hundred meters and appeared on his right side!
He didn't have time to think.
Following that premonition, he swung the cane sword in his hand violently.
This slash didn't carry a cutting edge.
Where the blade passed, space underwent a violent distortion.
A visible zone of absolute gravity, looking like a spatial fault line, appeared out of thin air, blocking Garp's path forward.
This was an absolute defense formed by compressing gravity to its limit.
It was enough to block all attacks on the physical plane!
However.
Garp's fist had already arrived.
That seemingly ordinary fist was wrapped in pitch-black Conqueror's Haki lightning.
Without any flashy tricks, it smashed head-on into the twisted gravity fault.
Fist and Fault collided boldly.
There was no anticipated sky-shattering explosion.
There was only a sorrowful whine, ear-piercing enough to make one's soul tremble.
It was the wail of space itself being squeezed and torn apart by two extreme forces.
The next second.
CRACK!
The gravity fault, which would have been troublesome even for a Yonko (Emperor of the Sea), looked like a mirror struck by an iron hammer.
Starting from the point of contact with the fist, it was covered in spiderweb-like cracks.
The cracks spread to the entire fault line in an instant.
Then, it shattered explosively!
It turned into countless tiny spatial fragments and dissipated into the air.
"What!"
"Impossible! The Gravity Fault... was broken?"
"How did he do that! That's gravity!"
"He shattered gravity... with his fist?"
"This isn't the realm of humans anymore!"
"Is this... is this a God of Destruction walking among men?!"
Inside the palace, Doflamingo watched the gravity fault shattering inch by inch on the screen.
His body retreated a step uncontrollably, knocking over the throne behind him.
"Three."
A plain voice, like the whisper of the Reaper.
It rang out right by Fujitora's ear, ghostly and sudden.
Every hair on Fujitora's body stood on end.
He didn't even have time to turn his head.
A palm, fingers straightened like a knife, appeared in his field of vision (via Haki), carrying unmatched power.
The target of that hand chop was not his neck, nor his vitals.
It was the proud cane sword in his hand.
Subconsciously, Fujitora held the blade across his chest, attempting to block.
The hand chop struck the body of the cane sword with pinpoint accuracy.
CLANG!!!
A metallic sound, loud enough to crack the entire island and echoing through the clouds, exploded.
Fujitora felt a terrifying, immense force that defied description transmit through the blade.
That force was so barbaric, so unreasonable.
The webs of his hands gripping the sword burst open instantly, blood splattering.
The ground beneath his feet exploded.
The man, along with the famous blade forged by a top-tier craftsman, was hit as if by a battering ram head-on.
He was blasted backward!
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
Fujitora's body plowed a terrifying trench hundreds of meters long into the ground.
All buildings along the path—whether shops or houses—collapsed like toy blocks under the impact of his uncontrollable body.
Finally.
He crashed heavily into the ruins of a clock tower and came to a stop.
Dust filled the sky, obscuring everything.
All of Dressrosa fell into dead silence.
The whole world fell into dead silence.
Garp slowly retracted his hand chop. He didn't even glance at the ruins.
He shoved his hands back into his pockets.
"Your Justice is too weak."
He turned around.
Ignoring the petrified Marines behind him, ignoring the stunned News Coos in the sky.
Step by step.
He walked leisurely toward the towering King's Plateau.
Leaving behind only a wrecked port and a silhouette that made the entire world tremble.