"Ah! The boat is going to capsize!"
"Is this really human strength?"
"Just one punch…"
"Impossible… How can a human create a tsunami like that?!"
...
Among the younger members of the Big Mom Pirates, those who had never witnessed Whitebeard in action were frozen in fear.
In his fury, Whitebeard unleashed his full strength—just a single punch.
And yet, on the boundless sea, a tsunami of indescribable magnitude surged forth, shaking the heavens and the earth.
At that moment, everyone who witnessed the might of the world's strongest man trembled in awe.
The battle hadn't even truly begun. There had been no close combat, no clash of weapons.
Just two fists.
If no one could stop him, the Big Mom Pirates would suffer a devastating blow today.
"The strongest man in the world…"
Even King the Wildfire couldn't help but tense up at the sight of the monstrous wave approaching.
It was too massive.
He had only seen waves like that during natural disasters in the New World seas.
And now—
What would take nature days or weeks to conjure was created by Whitebeard with a single motion.
Two punches!
"It's even bigger than the last wave... Wait—there's something behind it!"
Yamato's pupils gleamed red.
She sensed something—her expression changed dramatically.
"Kaido, did your son pick the wrong battlefield?"
Even the seasoned Four Emperors, Charlotte Linlin, broke into a cold sweat.
There was a long-standing rule on this sea:
Never anger Whitebeard at sea.
In a battlefield where there's nothing to stand on but ships, even a single tsunami could erase an entire pirate crew.
Before Aokiji ate the Ice-Ice Fruit, even the Navy dared not face Whitebeard in naval combat.
And the tsunami… was just the beginning.
What came after was far more terrifying.
"..."
Kaido naturally understood Linlin's warning.
But he didn't look worried at all. Instead, he stared at Ragnar—his eyes filled with confidence and pride.
"Does he really have a way to counter Whitebeard's tsunami…?"
Sensing Kaido's gaze, Linlin turned to look at Ragnar as well.
But Ragnar didn't speak.
He simply took a step forward.
Whoosh!
The fierce sea wind, once wild and untamed, seemed to bow before him—parting beneath his feet like a servant at his command.
As Ragnar stepped out, it wasn't just Kaido and Linlin watching anymore.
Katakuri, Cracker, and the other Big Mom commanders were now fully focused on him.
Even Whitebeard himself—who viewed the Five Emperors with disdain—couldn't help but glance at the lone figure standing before the tsunami.
Everyone wanted to see how the new emperor would stand against the strongest man alive.
If it were anyone else…
Being the focus of so many kings and conquerors would bring pressure, hesitation, or fear.
But Ragnar's expression was as calm as a still lake.
No emotions.
No hesitation.
Neither the Five Emperors nor the ministers could stir even a ripple in his heart.
Until—
The raging wall of water, taller than even the largest Sea Kings, towered before him.
Ragnar finally raised his hand.
Under the moonlight…
The three-pointed, two-edged sword in his grip erupted with a piercing cold light.
So fierce, it seemed to split the very night sky—
Allowing a glimpse of dawn to break through ahead of time.
Boom!
The next second, Ragnar's arm dropped.
With a crash, the blade pierced the sea at his feet.
And the vast ocean… screamed.
As if the sea itself had been wounded by his strike.
The vast sea trembled—the tsunami waves themselves rippled and quivered, as if writhing in agony.
Then—
It was as though the ocean of the New World had been cleaved by Ragnar's three-pointed, double-edged spear. Accompanied by the roar of crashing tides...
The towering wave, which had been surging to engulf him, Kaido, Yamato, King, and all the ships of the Big Mom Pirates behind them, suddenly froze in midair.
Then—against all reason—it surged backward and reversed direction at a terrifying speed.
In just a few seconds…
The colossal tsunami, hundreds of meters tall and summoned by two devastating punches from Whitebeard, had completely dissipated—scattered like mist under a divine command.
Those who witnessed it were struck by a chilling image:
The raging ocean transformed into a feral beast, baring its fangs and claws—only to be subdued instantly, terrified and tamed by Ragnar's blade.
"H-He… he can control the sea like Father?!"
Marco's voice trembled, his limbs frozen in tension.
"Impossible!"
Diamond Joz shook his head violently, refusing to believe what he was seeing.
"Other than Pops… who else on the Grand Line could do something like this?"
Flower Sword Vista muttered, eyes unfocused, as if in a trance.
The other division commanders of the Whitebeard Pirates stood speechless, their confidence crumbling.
After all…
What made Whitebeard the strongest man in the world wasn't just his physical strength or legendary record—but the devastating powers of the Gura Gura no Mi, the Tremor-Tremor Fruit.
He could shake the seas, the land, and even the very air itself.
These three quakes—seaquake, earthquake, and skyquake—were said by the Marines and the World Government to possess the power to destroy the world.
But now…
The seaquake—imbued with the full force of those three tremors—had been nullified by a single swing of Ragnar's spear… on the very day he became emperor.
That one strike—
It didn't just break the ocean's fury.
To the Whitebeard Pirates… it shattered the myth of their father's invincibility.