Marine Headquarters, Marineford.
The sky had turned pitch-black, as if ink had been poured over it.
There were no dark clouds—only the terrifying malice leaking from countless powerful figures, staining the heavens themselves.
Saint Saturn stood with his cane in hand, black flame-like clouds coiling around his body. His pupil-less eyes locked onto Tobirama as he let out a shrill, night-owl-like screech.
"Uchiha Tobirama!!"
"This is your final revelry!"
"Look at this lineup! Look at this power—enough to destroy the world!"
Saint Saturn spread his arms wide. Behind him stood the fully assembled Holy Knights, the Seraphim army, and the other four Five Elders, each radiating an eerie and oppressive aura.
"Here lies the accumulated heritage of eight hundred years of world rule!"
"This is the center of justice!"
"Today, Marineford shall be your burial ground!!"
Facing condemnation from all sides, surrounded by overwhelming numbers and suffocating pressure—
Tobirama stood calmly at the bow of the ship, the sneer at the corner of his mouth only deepening.
"Burial ground?"
His gaze swept across the grotesque faces before him.
"You're right."
"But the name carved on the tombstone won't be mine."
He slowly raised his hand and pointed at Saint Saturn's aged face.
"It'll be yours—and that of the World Government that belongs in the trash heap of history."
"Arrogant!!"
A furious shout cut through the air.
From the ranks of the Holy Knights, an elderly man with a crescent-shaped hairstyle—bearing a striking resemblance to Red-Haired Shanks—stepped forward. Saint Figarland Garling drew the famed sword at his waist.
"Enough talk!"
"Execute him immediately!!"
"Holy Knights—charge!!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
At Saint Garling's command, nine Holy Knights clad in divine armor erupted into action at once.
In an instant, brilliant Devil Fruit powers lit up the darkness.
"Roar!!"
One transformed into an ancient dinosaur.
Another became a Logia user, summoning wind and rain.
Another's body turned entirely to steel—an awakened Paramecia.
Each of the nine possessed combat strength no weaker than a Marine Admiral.
And at the very front, Saint Garling's blade was wrapped in supreme Conqueror's Haki, transforming into a streak of blood-red lightning that slashed straight toward Tobirama's head!
"I'll join as well."
Not to be outdone, the bald member of the Five Elders unsheathed the Shodai Kitetsu. His form twisted as he transformed into a massive skeletal horse yokai—Bakotsu.
"Slash!!"
Immediately after—
Saint Saturn transformed into a Gyuki.
The blond Elder became a Sandworm.
The long-bearded Elder turned into an Itsumade.
The thick-bearded Elder transformed into a Fengxi.
Rumble!!!
Five Mythical Zoan forms, coupled with nine fully unleashed Holy Knights!
Marineford itself seemed to transform into a hellish Night Parade of a Hundred Demons!
The sheer pressure made the sea tremble and space itself let out a mournful wail!
…
Across the world, before countless live broadcast screens—
Despair.
True despair.
"Those… those are monsters!"
"The Five Elders… they're all monsters!"
"It's over… that kind of power isn't something humans can fight!"
"Uchiha Tobirama is dead for sure! Even if he were a god, he couldn't withstand that many monsters!"
Supporters of Tobirama everywhere turned pale.
The gap was simply too great.
So this was the legacy of eight hundred years of world domination—suffocating beyond belief.
…
At the center of the battlefield.
Facing an overwhelming assault capable of annihilating a continent in an instant—
Tobirama didn't move.
He didn't even raise the Kusanagi sword in his hand.
"Is this your full strength?"
"Relying on Devil Fruits. Relying on bloodlines. Relying on numbers."
"How utterly… boring."
He drew in a slow breath.
In that instant, chakra and Haki within his body fused perfectly as one.
"All of you…"
Tobirama's eyes snapped wide, six tomoe spinning violently.
"Kneel."
God-level Conqueror's Haki erupted.
Boom!!!!
A dark-red, materialized shockwave—heavy beyond measure—exploded outward from Tobirama in a perfect sphere!
It ignored distance, ignored defense, and even ignored time itself!
Buzz!
The world froze.
Saint Garling, charging at the forefront, found the tip of his sword halted less than a meter from Tobirama's brow.
Not just him.
The Holy Knights behind him, the Five Elders descending from the sky—all stopped dead.
Then—
Reality shattered.
Sizzle… pfft!
The Mythical Zoan traits on Saint Garling vanished.
Saint Saturn's massive Gyuki body rapidly shrank.
The bald Elder's Bakotsu form disintegrated.
Every Devil Fruit ability—washed over by that Haki—had its power switch forcibly turned off.
Sealed.
Suppressed.
Stripped away.
"How… how is this possible?!"
Saint Garling stared in horror as the power he had always relied on drained away like a receding tide, leaving him a weakened mortal.
Before anyone could react—
The second wave descended.
Bang!!!
An invisible hand of a god slammed down from above!
"Aaaargh!!"
Saint Garling's knees shattered as he crashed to the ground.
The Five Elders were swatted out of midair, smashing into the plaza like five dead dogs, carving out enormous craters.
All Holy Knights were pressed flat, faces grinding against the ground, unable to move even a finger.
At the edges of the battlefield—
Marine Vice Admirals attempting to regroup didn't even have time to scream.
Eyes rolling back, foam spilling from their mouths, they collapsed unconscious.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Tens of thousands of elite Marines fell in unison, like wheat cut at the root.
Even Sengoku, barely alive, was slammed into the ruins, blood spraying from his mouth as he failed to maintain his Great Buddha form.
"H-how terrifying…"
Nearby, Admiral Kizaru's face twisted under the pressure. His shattered sunglasses lay on the ground as he tried—and failed—to disperse into light.
Photons refused to condense.
"Is this… the pinnacle of Haki?"
One second.
Just one second.
The World Government's strongest combat force—moments ago unstoppable—
Was now entirely kneeling.
Powers sealed.
Bodies crushed.
In the entirety of Marineford Plaza, the only ones still standing—
Were Tobirama and the Valkyrie Legion behind him.
…
Holy Land, Mary Geoise.
Room of Flowers.
Crack.
The butterfly in Imu's hand was crushed into dust.
For the first time, fear surfaced in those ripple-patterned eyes.
"Haki… how can it be this strong?"
"To erase abilities… to suppress rules themselves…"
Imu trembled.
For the first time in eight hundred years, the throne shook.
…
Across the world.
Pirates. Civilians.
Everyone stood speechless.
All eyes were fixed on the lone figure on the screen.
That was no longer a human.
That was a god.
A true god.
…
Marineford, center of the battlefield.
Tobirama walked leisurely toward the kneeling Saint Garling, hands in his pockets.
He looked down at the once-lofty commander of the Holy Knights.
Garling's face was drenched in blood. He tried to raise his head, only to be forced back down, his face grinding against the ground.
"Y-you… who are you…?"
Tobirama let out a soft chuckle, disappointment clear in his voice.
"I thought gathering the world's combined combat power might provide some amusement."
He lifted his foot and pressed it onto Saint Garling's head, grinding it like a cigarette butt.
"But in the end…"
"Is this all there is?"
His gaze swept over the Five Elders lying in their craters, over the immobilized knights, and finally toward the camera.
"I thought you were tigers blocking my path."
He shook his head with a sigh.
"I overestimated you."
"A speed bump can at least make me slow down."
"But you?"
"You don't even qualify to make me lift a finger."
Humiliation.
Utter humiliation.
In his crater, Saint Saturn spat out a mouthful of blood, nearly dying of rage.
Eight hundred years of preparation.
All their trump cards revealed.
And in his eyes… they weren't even worth a speed bump.
"Since you're this weak—"
Tobirama increased the pressure beneath his foot.
Crack.
Saint Garling's helmet shattered.
"Let's not waste time."
"Hand over your lives."
"And this world—"
"Hand it over as well."