Was this considered impatience?
But... all I did was throw out a few provocative remarks.
This guy keeps calling me a turtle… seriously!
"Hey, hey, hey! Kid, what are you doing?!"
Sasuke closed his eyes, blood dripping from them.
"Obviously—I'm using my eyes to restrain Logia-type users like you."
"Huh?" Buggy looked confused.
But his instincts screamed danger. Without hesitation, he turned into his elemental form.
"Turtle, let's see how long you can keep this up," Sasuke sneered.
Buggy looked down. His legs had become intangible—elemental. But then—
Fwoosh—
A strange black flame clung to his feet.
"Hahaha~"
"What the hell are you, brat? Fire that burns diamonds?!"
Even as Buggy laughed, cold sweat beaded on his forehead.
No matter what he did, the fire wouldn't go out.
It clung to him—eternal.
Sasuke scoffed. "Don't bother."
"That's Amaterasu—a Mangekyō Sharingan technique."
"Once it ignites, it won't stop until the target is reduced to ash."
"There's nothing in your arsenal that can put it out."
"Of course…" Sasuke's voice lowered mockingly. "You could always cut your legs off and live."
Buggy roared, "Bullshit!"
But his breath was already ragged.
Keeping up his elemental form was draining.
Suddenly, he leapt—plunging his burning legs into the ice.
But the Amaterasu flames still burned, even as the ice melted to seawater.
And then—he made a fatal mistake.
His elemental legs touched the sea.
Instantly, weakness spread through his entire body.
The flames devoured his now-solid flesh.
"AAARGH—!!!"
Buggy screamed, forcing himself to shift back into elemental mode.
He managed to expel the flames at the cost of immense energy.
Trembling and drenched in sweat, he looked up.
Sasuke had already turned his back.
He'd moved on to a bigger threat—
Whitebeard.
Buggy's diamond form shimmered. Space cracked around his legs—
The power of the Gura Gura no Mi—Tremor-Tremor Fruit—had activated.
But the rift vanished just as quickly.
Whitebeard narrowed his eyes.
"The wine's gone… time to move." He slowly stood, hand wrapping around his bisento, Murakumogiri.
"Right," said Minato, smiling gently.
Whoosh—
Minato vanished in a burst of golden light.
Shuriken Shadow Clone Technique!
Yasakani no Magatama!
"Hmph." Whitebeard chuckled, amused.
He raised Murakumogiri.
Buzz—
A white sphere flickered to life on the blade.
As the halo bloomed, a wave of Haki burst outward.
Minato's attacks—his shadow clones, his spirit magatama—were shattered instantly.
But Minato wasn't done.
The golden flicker of the Pika Pika no Mi—Glint-Glint Fruit—flashed again and again.
Whitebeard found himself surrounded by light.
Gekishin!!!
Whitebeard activated his Tremor-Tremor powers again.
Clenching his massive fists, he smashed the air.
Cracks spread—dense, deep distortions in space.
His goal: use shockwaves to knock Minato out of the air.
The power was immense. The destruction—terrifying.
But Minato's speed had evolved.
With the light-speed movement of the Glint-Glint Fruit combined with Flying Thunder God, he moved faster than Whitebeard could perceive.
Even AoE attacks couldn't touch him.
Minato's body became golden photons. He was untouchable.
BOOM—!
A flash kick slammed into Whitebeard's back.
He hadn't even turned around.
Minato's speed was far beyond Kizaru's.
Whitebeard had never seen anything like it.
Still, the old legend wasn't defenseless.
He activated Kenbunshoku Haki—Observation Haki.
Even if he couldn't react in time, he could sense Minato.
When Whitebeard was in his prime, his reflexes were so sharp, he could dodge sneak attacks in his sleep.
Reading Minato's next move?
Simple.
Keeping up with it?
Impossible.
Gekishin!!!
Another tremor burst erupted, cloaked in Haki.
Minato's golden leg was shattered mid-attack.
Then—
Another Minato Namikaze appeared before Whitebeard.
Clone? Teleport? It didn't matter.
Whitebeard's narrowed eyes sharpened.
He channeled all his focus into Observation Haki.
But realization dawned.
Even if I can see it coming... I can't keep up forever.
He was a force of nature. But Minato… Minato was lightning itself.
Whitebeard roared, summoning a halo of white shock-barriers—
The Gura Gura no Mi's anti-shock fields activated.
Minato's shadow clone struck—only to be bounced back by the tremor recoil.
But the clone didn't slow.
The only drawback—he wasn't in elemental form.
Struck by the shockwaves of the Gura Gura no Mi (Tremor-Tremor Fruit), Minato's Shadow Clone dispersed on the spot.
Taking the chance, the real Minato had already created distance.
"Though I'm not the best at this…" he muttered.
Orange pigmentation began to form around his eyes, and his pupils morphed into the distinctive toad-like shape of Sage Mode.
But then, Minato paused.
"No… this isn't the Sage Mode of Mount Myōboku."
His expression tightened.
"Change it."
He shook his head, almost instinctively rejecting the transformation.
For some reason, he now felt a strong resistance to the Myōboku Sage Mode.
But then a thought struck him—
Hadn't he passed his Rasengan to Jiraiya?
So what if Myōboku was an enemy now?
That Sage Mode could be considered nothing more than a trophy.
"Sorry, redhead. I won't be holding back."
Unnoticed by most, Dracule Mihawk—Hawkeye—had arrived on the execution platform.
He held the black-bladed Yoru, stopping calmly with the weight of judgment in his stance.
"Then… your fate has been sealed. The pride of this so-called new era runs out today."
Whoosh—
Senju Tobirama appeared beside him in a blur of motion.
"You've made your decision, then?"
Hawkeye glanced at Ace and Luffy, chained above the platform.
"I want to see what kind of world will rise once the Navy and World Government fall."
Tobirama smirked faintly. "Strange. That's not the sort of thing someone like you should care about."
"If no one tells me," Hawkeye replied flatly, "I simply don't care."
"My reason for coming here is simple—"
"If this is the end of both navy and pirates... then I'll end the so-called future they represent."
He wanted to be the executioner.
Tobirama was briefly stunned. "You see far more than you let on."
"But don't kill them just yet."
"Their identities carry weight. It would be far more powerful to execute them alongside the Celestial Dragons in the future."
"When the masses—those at the bottom—see the mighty being dragged down, they'll understand just how weak their exploiters truly are."
Clang—
Mihawk sheathed Yoru.
At that moment, Uchiha Madara appeared.
"You've got a good eye. My strength has returned… interested in dancing again?"
Mihawk didn't even flinch. "No. I'll just watch."
His eyes drifted past Madara—toward Hashirama Senju and Fleet Admiral Sengoku.
"Sengoku of the Navy Headquarters… his power isn't bad."
Madara frowned.
The fun had already been stolen—by Hashirama of all people.
"Then I'll clear the trash. Too noisy down there."
He stepped forward, reaching the edge of the stands.
Below, the battlefield was packed with marines and pirates.
Madara raised one hand—made a seal—
Fwoosh—
He exhaled deeply as chakra surged through the air.
Hawkeye sensed it and turned.
"Fire Style: Great Fire Annihilation!"
BOOM—!!!
A monstrous wall of fire surged from Madara's mouth like a tidal wave of flame.
It blanketed the sky, blotting out the sun.
This wasn't the weakened version from Impure World Reincarnation—
It was the full power of Uchiha Madara, alive and complete.
Akainu looked up, startled.
That overwhelming chakra... that arrogance.
"So this is your true power?"
"He's not a Devil Fruit user," he muttered grimly. "But he uses techniques like one."
He activated his Magma-Magma Fruit, magma boiling across his arms.
Just as he prepared to intercept—
"Ice Age!!!"
A colossal wave of frost countered the firestorm.
Admiral Aokiji (Kuzan) had arrived.
One of the Navy's three Admirals, his Logia-type Ice Fruit froze the battlefield mid-blaze.
Madara raised an eyebrow.
"Interesting."
"He's different," Hawkeye murmured.
Tobirama nodded. "Yes. I've looked into him."
"Kuzan. A good man. A navy who genuinely protects the people."
He looked toward Madara. "Don't kill him."
"…Fine," Madara said indifferently, already leaping off the platform.
Midair—
Susanoo burst to life in its complete form, encasing him in god-like armor.
Aokiji raised his gaze, frost curling from his body. An ice blade formed in his hand.
Madara folded his arms, floating above the battlefield.
"No need to take turns."
"You—" he pointed to Aokiji, then at Akainu— "and that magma brat. Come at me together."
BOOM BOOM—!!!
At that moment, the battle on the execution platform erupted in full force.
The 79-year-old Fleet Admiral of the Navy Headquarters—Sengoku.
A Mythical Zoan-type user of the Hito Hito no Mi, Model: Daibutsu—the Human-Human Fruit, Giant Buddha form.
And across from him—
Senju Hashirama, the First Hokage of Konoha.
The God of Shinobi himself.
Sengoku stepped forward.
Boom—!
A golden aura surged as his foot crashed into the ground, revealing a hidden underground wood defense—crafted by Hashirama's Wood Release.
He slowly opened his eyes.
With deliberate motion, he removed his navy cloak—emblazoned with the word [Justice].
Sssht—
Then tore the front of his uniform, revealing a muscular frame honed by decades of battle.
The air crackled.
An overwhelming, conqueror's Haki flared around him—dense, heavy, regal.
Buzz—!
A blast of wind rushed forward. Hashirama's long black hair rippled in the gust, though his stance remained firm.
His body didn't shift, but his Sage Mode face markings were already in place.
His gaze was calm—battle-hardened.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Golden light surged from Sengoku's body.
It expanded rapidly—his form rising like a divine statue.
Muscles grew. Limbs swelled.
His entire body shimmered with sacred power.
His skin turned to golden stone, and his silhouette transformed into that of a towering golden Buddha.
Buzz—!
The air trembled as waves of Haoshoku Haki rippled outward like shockwaves.
Every soldier on the battlefield stopped what they were doing—drawn to the godlike aura radiating from the platform.
"Justice, founded upon compassion and righteousness… shall never perish!"
Hashirama smirked slightly.
"Golden Buddha, huh?" he said softly.
"That light sure is blinding…"
"It's been a while… since I had to go all out."
BOOM—!!!
An enormous surge of chakra erupted from Hashirama's body.
Unlike Sengoku's divine light, his energy felt ancient—wild—as if nature itself were responding.
Chakra rushed upward, visible to the naked eye, tearing through the sky like a storm column.
Hashirama clapped his hands together.
"Senpō—!!"
"Mokuton: Shinsū Senjū!!!"
"Sage Art: Wood Release—True Thousand Hands!!!"
From behind him, a titanic wooden statue emerged—dwarfing even Sengoku's Buddha form.
With countless arms layered behind its back like a lotus wheel, it stood as a god of nature—ready to crush mountains and gods alike.
The battlefield held its breath.
...
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