Facing the ultimate attacks from the three Logia users, Orin didn't immediately use Warp-Warp to dodge.
Because he also wanted to test his own limits.
"Divine Departure!!!"
As Orin's ruthless voice rang out, the three attackers instantly felt a chill pierce their souls.
That black-and-red blade, wrapped in a tangible form of Conqueror's Haki Infusion, combined with the unmatched brute strength of his demonic figure, slashed toward the trio at a speed nearly imperceptible to the naked eye.
Black-red lightning cracked through the collapsing elements, and the dazzling brilliance lit up Orin's excited face.
The sheer power—combined with the sense of familiarity with this technique—made even Sengoku and the others glance over with alarm.
"That's… Roger's Divine Departure!?"
"Looks like it, though not quite as overwhelming as Roger's."
"Kyahahaha! What a promising little brat! Is this all the new era's Navy has to offer?"
Shiki mocked without mercy.
Though he didn't exactly get along with the Roger Pirates either, compared to the Navy, he would much rather see the Navy lose face.
These worthless fools—how could they possibly catch Roger?
"The Navy's future three Admirals… I'll admit, you're qualified to fight me."
With a single Divine Departure, Orin cut through the three elemental catastrophes directly. Eyes full of exhilaration, he raised his blade and pointed at the trio.
"Come on then, try and kill me!!!"
But faced with Orin's contemptuous attitude, the three were clearly enraged. Their entire bodies surged with exaggerated elemental power, changing even the surrounding environment.
Going all out, their power was enough to permanently alter the landscape and climate of an island!
Once both sides unleashed their full strength, Orin admitted—he was starting to feel the pressure.
With one opponent, he could suppress them with ease.
With two, he could still hold his ground comfortably.
With three? He could only barely maintain a stalemate.
And that was with two invincible abilities at his disposal.
No wonder Oda once said that no one in the world could defeat two Admirals alone. With their monstrous endurance, Haki mastery, and natural disaster-level destruction…
Defeating two or more singlehandedly would only be possible in extreme cases—like an older powerhouse stomping weaker ones, or pulling off a bizarre sneak attack using some strange Fruit ability. Otherwise, it was simply impossible.
Looking down at the countless wounds on his body, Orin had a good sense of his current limits.
Still, even knowing that, Orin wanted to challenge those limits.
Perhaps this would be the opportunity for his Conqueror's Haki to ascend to a new level.
That was his true reason for starting this battle in the first place.
He didn't believe it—his ambition had already swelled to the point he could take on three Admirals head-on. Wasn't it only a matter of time before he reached the peak of Conqueror's Haki?
He could already picture it—
Someday, standing beside Shanks at some grand occasion, both unleashing their Conqueror's Haki in unison.
No one would be afraid.
Whoever was weaker would be embarrassed.
He had no intention of falling behind Shanks in this show-off weapon.
Shanks?
Just a snot-nosed little brother!
…
The fierce battle raged on.
Clashes between top-tier fighters were always measured in days, not hours.
Five days and nights of intense fighting—even Orin, with his monstrous physique, was beginning to feel the strain.
His body, covered in countless wounds both fresh and old, had scabs forming thickly over the earlier ones.
As for the three future Admirals—they didn't fare much better.
In fact, they looked even worse than Orin, their injuries almost covering their entire bodies. If not for their Logia powers occasionally mitigating damage, they would be in even worse shape.
Borsalino's glasses had long been shattered. The usually lazy and lecherous guy had lost several teeth, his body riddled with footprints and blade marks.
Beside him, Sakazuki didn't look much better. After taking Orin's punch head-on at the start, his reaction time had clearly dropped.
If his body weren't covered in magma, his bruised and battered face would be fully exposed.
Of course, the worst off was the one Orin "cared for the most"—his love-hate old pal, Aokiji.
Aside from the gruesome wounds across his face and body, his left leg was twisted at an unnatural angle, as if fate had decided to mess with him.
Luckily, it wasn't broken. With a supreme-grade bandage wrapped around it, it should heal within a couple of weeks.
It wasn't that they were weak.
It was just that Orin was too much of a monster.
Aside from a slight lack in battle experience, he had virtually no weaknesses. Whether in hand-to-hand combat, swordsmanship, or Haki, he thoroughly outclassed them.
Add in his ghost-like Warp-Warp Fruit—he was nearly impossible to land a clean hit on.
And then there was that ever-growing, ever-wilder Conqueror's Haki. As the battle dragged on, it became stronger and more ferocious. Whenever it infused his blade, another Divine Departure would slam into them—each one more painful than the last.
Fortunately, no matter how long a battle rages…
It must eventually come to an end.
…
On the other end of the chaotic battlefield, three old-era legends had already determined the outcome.
"Shiki, Roger's death marked the beginning of a new age of peace. The Navy will never allow anyone to destroy that!"
"Garp!!!"
As the final Galaxy Impact descended, the proud, unyielding Golden Lion finally fell.
Maybe it was the helm stuck in his head that hindered him…
Or maybe it was his stubborn determination to fight head-on that did him in.
Outnumbered, he was ultimately defeated.
Once the Seastone cuffs were locked on—
He had no strength left to resist.
And almost at that exact moment, Orin's scalp tingled.
His entire body bristled with hair-raising instinct, and his Observation Haki screamed of danger.
Whoosh—
Just as Orin was relishing the fight against the three Admirals, he suddenly vanished from the battlefield with a long-range Warp-Warp blink.
BOOM——
"WAHAHAHAHA! Pretty quick on the dodge, you little pistol punk from Roger's ship!!!"
Where Orin had stood a moment ago, a glowing red fist slammed down, cracking the ground for over a kilometer.
Even the three heavily injured Admirals were pushed back by the shockwave.
The one who had launched this sneak attack—
Was none other than the man who had cornered Orin's captain many times before.
The Navy's Hero—Monkey D. Garp!
Watching Garp smash through several thousand meters of terrain with one punch, Orin couldn't help but break out in cold sweat.
"Captain Roger isn't here, so you're bullying the intern now? Garp-san, that doesn't seem very just for a Navy hero."
"I told you long ago, Orin!"
At that moment, Sengoku—still in his Buddha form—joined the battle and roared sternly at Orin.
"Against villains like you, the Navy has no need to talk about fairness!!!"
"Really?"
"Then… as a pirate, isn't it only natural to run when faced with an unwinnable fight?"
Orin seemed unfazed by Sengoku's rage. Instead, he smiled at them.
The moment he saw the Golden Lion fall, he knew.
It was time to run.
He'd fought enough. Made enough of a spectacle.
Any longer, and he really would be joining Captain Roger in Impel Down.
"Nani!?!"
Hearing this, Sengoku's rage boiled over.
"You bastard… don't tell me!!!"
His fury wasn't just from being mocked.
It was because he knew.
With that almost unbeatable power of Orin's—if he wanted to escape—no one could really stop him.
And if that happened…
The Marine Headquarters, Marineford itself—
The Navy's pride would be utterly humiliated!!!
…
As if pouring oil on fire, dozens of camera-wielding seagulls hovered in the sky, snapping photo after photo.
Orin turned to the lens, smiled, and waved at the Marines.
And then—
Amid the blast and smoke of their desperate final attacks…
The figure of Black Gun Orin—
Vanished.
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