Marine Headquarters, Marineford.
One hundred thousand elite Marines.
Fifty top-tier warships.
The Three Admirals representing the World Government's highest combat power—active-duty Kizaru and the returning Zephyr—along with the Seven Warlords of the Sea.
All of them were gathered here.
Yet, facing the Uchiha warship that had forcibly broken into the bay, this supposedly overwhelming lineup felt… strangely insufficient.
At the prow of the ship.
Tobirama sat upon his throne, one hand propping up his chin, the other casually snapping his fingers.
"Snap."
Full-spectrum live broadcast—reopened.
Buzz!
Screens across the entire world lit up once again.
At this moment, whether it was the Four Emperors of the New World or nameless villagers in the East Blue, everyone held their breath.
On screen, the battlefield was taut like a powder keg, ready to explode at any second.
On the high ground.
Fleet Admiral Sengoku had already transformed into a colossal golden Buddha, radiant light pouring from his body. Holding a megaphone, his voice thundered like a great bell, attempting to suppress fear before the battle even began.
"All troops, hear my command!!"
"Standing before you is a demon bent on destroying the world!"
"But he is still flesh and blood! He is not invincible!"
"Behind us stands the Gate of Justice—there is no retreat!"
"For Justice! For the World Government! Even if our last drop of blood is shed, we must bury them here!!"
"Roar!!"
One hundred thousand Marines answered in unison. For a brief moment, fear was drowned beneath boiling blood.
"Fire!!!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Thousands of heavy cannons roared simultaneously. Dense cannon fire, like black storm clouds, blanketed the entire sea where the Uchiha was anchored.
Faced with this overwhelming bombardment—
Tobirama didn't even raise his eyelids.
He merely flicked his hand toward the women behind him.
"Go."
"Let these frogs in a well see what true power looks like."
"Yes! Your Majesty!!"
The very next instant—
More than a dozen graceful figures shot into the sky like arrows loosed from a bow.
"Thundercloud: Absolute Defense!"
Nami cried out softly, swinging her Clima-Tact.
Lightning flared. The iron elements in the air were instantly reorganized, forming a massive hemispherical lightning-iron barrier that completely enveloped the ship.
Rumble!
Countless cannonballs smashed into it like rain against steel—without causing so much as a ripple.
And then—
The counterattack began.
"I've been wanting to try this power for a long time!"
Hancock surged forward, her red qipao fluttering amid crackling lightning.
Facing the charging Giant Vice Admiral squad, a cold, elegant smile curved her lips.
"Perfume Femur: Two Hundred Million Volts—Thunder God's Heel!"
Boom!
Her long leg transformed into a colossal lightning pillar and swept out.
The Giant Vice Admirals didn't even have time to scream.
They were petrified on the spot—then obliterated into dust by violent lightning.
"What?!"
"How can a kick have that kind of power?!"
The Vice Admirals behind them stared in horror.
But this was only the beginning.
"One-Sword Style: Raikiri—Kokushibo!"
Kuina, gripping the black blade Yoru, slipped into the ranks of the Seven Warlords like a phantom.
Mihawk's pupils shrank as he raised his sword to block.
Clang!!
Black-red Conqueror's Haki intertwined with blue lightning.
Mihawk was blasted backward dozens of meters, cracks spreading across the blade in his hand.
"This Haki… it's actually above mine?" Mihawk exclaimed in shock.
Elsewhere—
Robin clasped her hands together.
"Mil Fleur: Thunder God Giant!"
Countless arms condensed in midair, forming a hundred-meter-tall lightning Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara, each palm gripping a sphere of thunder.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The massive palms slammed down in succession. The Pacifista army was flattened, short-circuited, and detonated like children's toys.
The battlefield instantly devolved into a one-sided massacre.
A dozen women wielding both the Rumble-Rumble Fruit and top-tier Haki were nothing less than humanoid calamities, rampaging through the Marine ranks.
"So this… is His Majesty's gift?"
Kalifa adjusted her glasses. A lightning-laced Finger Pistol shot from her fingertips, piercing straight through the heart of a Headquarters Rear Admiral.
Too strong.
This single moment of power surpassed twenty years of bitter training in CP9.
In just ten minutes—
Crescent Bay ran red.
Tens of thousands of Marines lay dead or dying, charred corpses piled like hills. More than half of the Vice Admirals were slain or crippled, while the Seven Warlords were forced into desperate, miserable battles.
"How… how is this possible?!"
On the execution platform.
Sengoku stared at the hellish scene before him, cold sweat pouring down his golden visage.
"That Uchiha Tobirama… just what kind of monsters did he create?!"
What was supposed to be an encirclement—
Had clearly turned into a suicide mission.
"We can't hold them! Fleet Admiral! The front line has collapsed!!"
A messenger cried out as he reported.
Sengoku clenched his teeth and turned toward the two towering figures who had yet to move.
"Zephyr! Borsalino!"
"Stop watching—take action!!"
"If those women aren't stopped, the Marines are finished!"
"…What a pain."
Kizaru sighed, dissolving into golden light.
Zephyr snorted coldly, the Battle Smasher on his right arm roaring.
"Hmph. Didn't expect my first battle after returning to be against women."
Boom! Boom!
Two Admirals joined the fray.
Kizaru appeared before Hancock in a flash, his light-speed kick laced with radiance.
"What terrifying speed, young lady."
"Yasakani no Magatama!"
Countless light bullets rained down.
Yet Hancock showed no fear. Her Observation Haki flared, perfectly predicting every trajectory.
"Lightning: Slave Arrow!"
Pink lightning arrows collided with beams of light, evenly matched—
Forcing Kizaru to retreat in elemental form under Haki suppression.
"What…? She can even keep up with my light speed?"
For the first time, Kizaru's expression changed.
On the other side—
Zephyr swung his massive Sea Prism Stone arm, aiming to shatter Kuina's blade.
"Brat! Nice sword—but you're still too green!"
"Is that so?"
Kuina's eyes were icy. High-grade Ryuo wrapped her black blade.
"Oden Two-Sword Style—Modified: Togen Totsuka!"
Swish!
Steel and Sea Prism Stone collided, sparks exploding everywhere.
A tremendous force surged into Zephyr's body, numbing his arms and forcing him back repeatedly.
"This Haki… is it stronger than Garp's in his youth?"
Zephyr went pale with shock.
Even with two Admirals joining the fight—
The situation didn't improve.
They were being suppressed.
"Useless! All of you are useless!!"
Sengoku finally lost control.
The Marines' proudest combat power couldn't even handle the enemy's subordinates.
And Uchiha Tobirama was still sitting there—calmly drinking tea.
"I can't wait any longer…"
Resolve flashed in Sengoku's eyes.
Golden light surged as his body expanded once more.
"If you are all incapable—then I will do it myself!!"
He prepared to step forward, targeting the most arrogant among them—Nami.
But—
Just as Sengoku moved—
A bone-chilling cold suddenly bloomed behind him.
"Hm?"
Sengoku instinctively tried to turn his head.
"Kuzan? What are you doing here? Didn't I tell you to stay in the ward—"
Puchi!!
The dull sound of flesh being pierced cut him off.
The battlefield fell into eerie silence.
Sengoku's eyes widened.
A blade coated in Armament Haki had stabbed through his back—piercing his golden body and emerging from his chest.
Blood dripped down the ice blade, staining the cape that symbolized Justice.
"Ugh… ah…"
He coughed violently, golden light fading as he turned his head in disbelief.
Behind him stood a pale-faced man, hand still on the hilt, eyes hollow and cold.
Former Marine Admiral—Aokiji, Kuzan.
"Ku… Kuzan…"
Sengoku's voice trembled. "Why…?"
"Why?"
Aokiji released the blade, letting it remain embedded in Sengoku's body.
He looked at the man he once respected, a self-mocking smile tugging at his lips.
"Fleet Admiral Sengoku."
"Didn't you say… I was a disgrace to the Marines?"
"If I'm a disgrace—then I might as well do something disgraceful."
His voice was quiet, yet edged with hysteria.
"You abandoned me."
"For appearances. To satisfy the Five Elders."
"After I bled and fought for Justice, you threw me away like trash."
"Since there's no longer a place for me on this sea…"
"Since Justice has become nothing more than a fig leaf for power…"
Aokiji slowly lifted his gaze—toward the silver-haired man seated upon the distant throne.
"Then I'll destroy it with my own hands."
"Starting with this decaying Marine Headquarters…"
"As my certificate of loyalty to the Emperor of the New Era!"
"This—"
"Is my answer."
Boom!
The battlefield erupted.
All Marines, Vice Admirals—and even Kizaru and Zephyr—froze in shock.
Aokiji… stabbed the Fleet Admiral?
The Marines… were tearing themselves apart?
In the distance.
Tobirama set down his teacup.
He applauded lightly.
"Clap. Clap. Clap."
"Excellent."
"Truly excellent."
His voice carried across the battlefield.
"Kuzan."
"You've just made the most correct decision of your life."
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