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GA: Chapter 66 – A Dream Back Twenty Years; Whitebeard's Terrifying Combat Power!
He had always shown them respect.
No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't believe Blackbeard would kill him over a Devil Fruit.
He was a swordsman himself—Devil Fruits were hardly a necessity for him. If Blackbeard had wanted it, he only needed to ask. Thatch would never have refused.
But the one who told him was Old Dad. And of all things, Old Dad would never lie to him about something like this.
How deeply he valued these bonds—they had all seen it with their own eyes.
Half-believing, half-doubting, Thatch had continued the banquet with the others—and then, when it was over and he had returned to his room, Blackbeard had actually come.
Inside the cabin, Thatch and Blackbeard drank together. Once the drinks had done their work, Blackbeard seemed to get a sudden idea, and asked casually:
"Captain Thatch—heard you found a Devil Fruit. Mind if I take a look?"
On the surface Thatch looked thoroughly drunk, but in his mind he'd been on guard the entire time, not letting himself relax for even a moment. When Blackbeard brought up the Devil Fruit, his heart tightened slightly.
This is going exactly the way Old Dad described. Am I about to get ambushed?
Thinking this, Thatch played it casual and reached over to the shelf beside him, picking up the Devil Fruit.
"Hahahaha, even I didn't expect this kind of luck—actually got my hands on a Devil Fruit."
"Though I have no idea what kind it is. Gonna look it up in the catalog later."
"Hopefully it's something powerful. Otherwise, as a swordsman, I'm not sure I have much interest in eating it."
Thatch laughed as he spoke, pouring more liquor down his throat, eyes drifting to Blackbeard. And Blackbeard—Blackbeard had already gone transfixed by the fruit in Thatch's hand. The grin at the corner of his mouth grew wider and wider, until it twisted into something almost savage.
"Found it. I finally found it."
"It's really it. Hahahahahaha—"
Murmuring under his breath, the look Blackbeard turned on Thatch had emptied of all warmth. From somewhere, he produced a sharp dagger.
"Sorry about this, Captain Thatch—I can't just sit here and watch someone else eat this fruit!"
And with that, as Thatch watched, he raised the dagger and drove it straight toward his heart. Whether Thatch was too shocked or simply couldn't react in time, he didn't move.
Only the desolation and sorrow in his eyes grew clearer.
But Blackbeard, lost in the Dark-Dark Fruit, had long since stopped noticing.
Closer. Closer. Almost there—
BOOM.
A savage, overwhelming surge of Conqueror's Haki exploded outward, sending a thunderous shockwave reverberating between heaven and earth. The very air seemed to be shaken apart by a force of incomprehensible magnitude.
Every last person was jolted awake by the crushing pressure.
The sea itself churned and heaved—this entire stretch of ocean trembling violently beneath it.
Countless waves erupted skyward, spiraling into towering waterspouts that encircled the Moby Dick on all sides, as though the end of the world had arrived.
"Blackbeard!"
A voice—furious, glacial—rang out beneath that terrifying Conqueror's Haki. Blackbeard froze mid-motion. Cold sweat broke out across his scalp in a dense sheen.
He wanted to keep going. Wanted to finish Thatch, take the Dark-Dark Fruit. But under the crushing weight of Whitebeard's Haki, his body would not obey him.
What the—
Old Dad is this old, this broken down—and he still has Conqueror's Haki this terrifying?
No—this Haki is even more powerful than Old Dad at his peak!
"I heard Old Dad's voice—something happened?"
"Why is Old Dad this furious? And this sight… it's like twenty years ago all over again."
"Old Dad said Blackbeard's name—did Blackbeard do something to set him off?"
"…"
Every crewmember, shaken awake by Whitebeard's voice and the crushing weight of that Haki, scrambled out of their cabins and rushed to his side.
Following Old Dad's gaze, they saw it—Blackbeard, dagger in hand, face contorted, and Thatch standing before him with the Devil Fruit in his grasp.
"Blackbeard—you remember Whitebeard's crew's rule, don't you. You never harm your own brothers."
"What were you about to do just now? Kill Thatch?!"
Whitebeard stared Blackbeard down, radiating a pressure that made every last person there flinch.
And Blackbeard trembled. He knew exactly what he'd been doing. He knew the price of breaking Whitebeard's crew's rule. But everything had been going so perfectly—
The Dark-Dark Fruit appearing. Himself, on the verge of claiming it. Then escaping Whitebeard's crew, building his own, everything falling into place.
It had all been so perfect. So why was Old Dad here, now, at this moment?
This doesn't make sense.
This is nothing like what he'd planned.
"Blackbeard! You actually wanted to kill Thatch! Do you know what you're doing?!"
"Unforgivable—this, of all things, is absolutely unacceptable, Blackbeard!"
Ace, Marco, and the others stared at Blackbeard in disbelief. They could never have imagined that the warm, simple-hearted Blackbeard who drank with them could be capable of wanting to kill Thatch. The rest of the crew glared at him with open fury. In Whitebeard's crew, you could do a great many things—but this, never.
Caught in the furious stares of everyone around him, Blackbeard's mind was racing. He needed to say something, do something—turn this around. At the very least, he absolutely could not confess. If he did, forget the Dark-Dark Fruit—he'd be dead.
"When Old Dad told me, I couldn't even believe it."
And then Thatch, the one Blackbeard's dagger had been aimed at, suddenly spoke. He looked at Blackbeard—and the look was heavy with disappointment.
"I couldn't imagine that someone I thought of as family, as a brother, would want to kill me over a Devil Fruit."
"But Blackbeard—you've disappointed me beyond words."
"It's just a Devil Fruit. If you'd asked, would I have said no?"
"I'm a swordsman. Eating a Devil Fruit doesn't mean much to me. If you could use it to its fullest potential, I would have been happy—genuinely happy—to give it to you. But you actually wanted to kill me for it."
"In your heart—have we ever been brothers to you? Have any of us?"
It's just a Devil Fruit.
Just a Devil Fruit.
Thatch's words were heartfelt and genuine—but right now, Blackbeard had no room to hear them. His entire mind was consumed by one thought.
Run.
I have to run.
He bit down hard on the tip of his tongue. The searing pain bought him a moment of control over his body. Without any hesitation, he drove the dagger into Thatch's abdomen—snatched the Dark-Dark Fruit—and burst through the cabin wall, plunging into the sea below.
"BLACKBEARD!!!"