Marineford · Headquarters Dispatch Hall
The scorching sun baked the port of Marine Headquarters, the air itself seeming to burn.
High above, the flag of justice fluttered wildly in the fierce wind, casting an eerie silence over the docks, as if on the eve of battle.
Inside the vast and solemn dispatch hall, a quiet but pivotal shift in Marine forces was underway.
The one leading this was neither the Fleet Admiral nor an Admiral.
But—
Guts.
His arrival was not merely a routine personnel transfer.
It was more like a black blade tearing through the old world.
Outside the hall, on the training grounds.
Hundreds of elite combatants stood in perfect formation, fully armed and utterly silent.
These were no ordinary soldiers—they were the core strength handpicked by the hardliners of Headquarters: Personally recommended by Vice Admiral Onigumo, Strawberry, Doberman, and Momonga personally conducted the selection.
These men, whether cold and taciturn or arrogant and ruthless, all shared the same unwavering belief—
Loyal to Absolute Justice, rejecting all corruption and compromise!
At the front of the training grounds, Guts stood with his hands behind his back, his uniform immaculate, his black hair fluttering slightly in the fierce wind.
His gaze was sharp as a blade, sweeping slowly across the assembled ranks.
Puck stood to his left, a specially crafted seastone knuckle-duster at his waist, his presence as steady as a mountain.
Enel stood to his right, arcs of lightning crackling at his fingertips—his aura restrained yet razor-sharp.
The Blade of Absolute Justice had taken its first form.
After a moment of silence, Guts slowly withdrew his gaze, his voice low and powerful, like a hammer striking.
"From this moment onward—You answer to me!"
"Your mission—purge G-5 Branch!"
"We only have one objective—Leave no trace of filth behind!"
His words fell, and for a second, the entire assembly was silent.
Then—Hundreds of soldiers snapped to attention in unison, their boots slamming against the ground like thunder!
In every eye burned a fierce, unrelenting battle intent, their chests pounding like war drums as they roared in response.
"YES, SIR!!!"
The deafening cry surged like a tidal wave, shaking the very wind itself.
Outside the command hall, even the fluttering banner of Justice seemed to bow in reverence at that moment.
Beneath the Absolute Justice Fleet's flag, the wind howled—
The Absolute Justice Fleet had officially assembled!
*****
New world · Guts Flagship · Three Days Later
Three days later, under the blazing sun.
The Absolute Justice Fleet, personally commanded by Guts, set sail from Marineford's First Dock, cutting through the waves.
The vast armada spread across the New world like a blade poised to cleave through all darkness.
At the helm of the flagship,
The Absolute Justice's banner fluttered high—a black field emblazoned with silver wings, gleaming under the sun like a herald of a new era.
Guts stood at the prow, his black hair whipping wildly in the wind, his cape billowing like a black war banner.
His hands clasped behind his back, his gaze was calm yet piercing—like an eagle waiting for its prey to reveal an opening.
The scorching sun baked the sea, while fierce winds in the distance churned the waves into towering swells.
The Absolute Justice Fleet surged forward like a black tide.
As they approached G-5's waters, an unexpected shadow loomed in their path—
A reckless pirate crew.
Their Jolly Roger was a grotesque skull, their deck crowded with sword-wielding pirates, laughing arrogantly as they jeered.
"Listen up, Marines—!"
"Hand over your supplies, and we might let you live!!!"
Their taunts rolled across the sea, dripping with mockery and disdain.
Yet the response they received—
Was utter silence.
Not a single member of the Absolute Justice Fleet so much as flinched.
On the ship, every soldier remained expressionless, as if watching mere insects scurry about.
Enel tilted his head. "Are all pirates on the blue sea this bold?"
The next instant—Puck stepped forward, his heavy footfalls resounding across the deck as he gripped the massive seastone knuckle dusters.
With a slight shrug of his shoulders, his joints cracked ominously.
"Damn trash, daring to block the Marines?"
Before the words even faded, Puck leaped into action!
The air exploded under his feet, the wooden deck splintering beneath him as he shot forward like a cannonball!
"—SCREW OFF!!!"
With a roar, Puck swung his fist!
BOOM!!!
The seastone knuckle dusters tore through the air, creating visible shockwaves as his punch smashed into the prow of the enemy ship!
The next moment—
A deafening, earth-shattering CRACK!
The entire front of the pirate ship was obliterated in a single strike, the hull splitting open in a massive gash.
Over a dozen pirates, caught off guard, were sent flying by the impact, hurled through the air like ragdolls!
Blood, wood splinters, and shattered metal scattered wildly in the violent wind!
"Wha—WHAT THE—?!"
Terrified screams erupted from the enemy ship.
But the nightmare wasn't over yet.
In the distance, Enel stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze cold as if observing mere insects.
With a flick of his fingers—
CRACKLE!!
Blinding lightning surged forth, a silver-blue spear of electricity rapidly spinning in his palm.
Enel casually flicked his wrist, tossing the lightning spear as effortlessly as throwing a dart.
A streak of blue split the sky!
ZAP—BOOM!!!
The lightning spear pierced through the enemy ship's central mast in the blink of an eye!
And then—Thunder erupted!
Electricity crawled wildly across the shattered deck, the entire pirate ship tearing apart in a cacophony of explosions, fire and lightning intertwining into a scene straight from hell!
"AAAAAAAGH—!!!"
The surviving pirates shrieked in agony, scrambling to leap into the sea in desperation—only to be met with the cold, unyielding aim of the Absolute Justice Fleet's cannons.
BOOOM!!!
The ocean boiled under the barrage, the remnants of the pirate crew obliterated before they could even struggle.
Three minutes.
That was all it took.
The enemy ship was annihilated.
The sea returned to silence, only broken by drifting wreckage and lingering smoke.
The Absolute Justice Fleet's flag fluttered high amidst blood and thunder.
On the bridge, Guts stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his dark eyes as cold and fathomless as the abyss.
He watched it all unfold without a shred of mercy.
The Absolute Justice Fleet needed no words.
They delivered judgment forged in iron and fire, ensuring no filth would survive in this world!
*****
New World · Waters Beyond G-5
The scorching sun hung high, the sea breeze carrying the briny heat.
In the distance, a dilapidated and grotesquely twisted military base loomed faintly under the blazing sun.
That was—
G-5 Branch.
The most unique—and most "notorious"—Marine stronghold in the New World.
But now, what stood before the world was a place utterly fallen into corruption.
In the distance—
Pirate flags flew side by side with the Marine's Justice banners, fluttering shamelessly, dignity long lost.
Warships lay rotting and broken, debris floating haphazardly around the base's perimeter like a drifting junkyard.
Marine soldiers in uniform lounged in groups—some drinking lazily, others openly gambling and laughing.
Worse still, near the main gate, a black market had been brazenly set up, where Marines mingled with pirates and smugglers without a hint of shame.
Corruption. Chaos. Disgrace.
G-5 was no longer a symbol of Marine justice—it had become a depraved playground where pirates and traitors danced together!
G-5—far from mere incompetence.
On the contrary, it was a gathering of the most dangerous, unruly, and formidable warriors.
Those who had slaughtered too many enemies and faced court-martial, only to be pardoned for their extraordinary military achievements.
Lone-wolf commanders who had single-handedly annihilated pirate crews in the New world.
Bloodthirsty, extreme combat fanatics who could never be tolerated by ordinary forces.
They adhered to G-5's unique code—
The Three Principles:
No surrenders accepted. (All pirates were executed on the spot—no prisoners taken.)
No evidence retained. (All mission records were destroyed by headquarters, leaving no traces.)
No methods questioned. (Chemical warfare, hostage tactics, assassinations—any means to victory were permitted.)
This branch lived like a pack of wild wolves, struggling through filth and blood, carrying out the most unspeakable missions in the darkest corners of the New world.
They possessed a ferocity and brutality unmatched by conventional Marines.
But at the same time, they bred the ugliest, most rotten evils—true cancers lurking within.
*****
The Absolute Justice Fleet assembled beyond G-5's waters, their black banners snapping violently in the wind.
At the forefront stood Guts, his black cloak billowing high in the gale like a blade poised to split the skies.
He stared coldly at the base before him, silent for a moment, his gaze steady and razor-sharp.
"These men... are not without value."
"If we can purge the true cancers, what remains will be the sharpest fangs to conquer the world."
With that thought, Guts slowly raised his right hand.
His palm descended like a blade through the air.
His voice was low, yet carried an undeniable, chilling command.
"—Begin the purge."
BOOM!!!
The Absolute Justice Fleet surged forward at full speed, waves splitting violently beneath them!
The black armada, like blades tearing through a rotting world, charged straight for G-5 under the blazing sun and roaring winds!
The storm of judgment had arrived!
This battle would decide whether G-5 would be utterly destroyed....
Or
Reborn from the ashes!