Yet, Who's-Who was not content with mere imitation.
Relying on his exceptional talent and unique physical techniques as a former assassin, he skillfully refined and improved these moves.
For instance, by incorporating the Rokushiki technique Rankyaku into the Light Speed Kick, the destructive power multiplied exponentially.
When these two formidable skills merged, the kick not only traveled with lightning speed but also carried an immense, vacuum-blade force, capable of tearing through space effortlessly and leaving opponents with no time to react.
What satisfied him most, however, was the technique "Ama no Murakumo no Tsurugi"
Whenever he grasped the sword of pure light, he could feel an innate power surging within him.
It was a sensation of a mysterious connection to the blade, a profound resonance stemming from the depths of his soul.
As a master swordsman who used a dagger disguised as a katana, this ability suited him perfectly.
This feeling restored the confidence and glory he once possessed as a CP9 prodigy—back when he stood at the pinnacle, rivaling Rob Lucci, before his failure to protect the Rubber-rubber fruit ruined his life.
Only now, the power he wielded was hundreds of times greater than before!
This power was like a slumbering dragon awakened, roaring and churning within him, waiting for the right moment to reveal its true might to his enemies.
"Queen... King..."
Who's-Who's golden pupils blazed beneath his crimson mask with the flames of vengeance, burning fiercely as if to incinerate everything before him.
His heart swelled with contempt for the two All-Stars who constantly looked down on the Tobiroppo.
"Are you ready to face the 'Calamity of Light'?"
With that, his figure transformed into a streak of golden photons once more, racing toward Onigashima.
The streak shot through the darkness like an arrow, unwavering and unstoppable, carrying boundless power and determination.
The splashing waves along the path had yet to settle, leaving only a trail of gradually dissipating light particles in the air—footprints of his passage.
A storm was about to erupt on Onigashima!
...
The Next Day.
As the first rays of morning light pierced through the layers of clouds like sharp swords, bathing the Floating Islands of the Eternal Divine Kingdom, the entire land seemed like a colossal beast stirring awake.
The soft yet brilliant golden glow meticulously gilded the edges of each Floating Island, adding an aura of sanctity and grandeur to these already mysterious and magnificent structures.
After Whitebeard's days of relentless, meticulous, and rigorous training, the sixteen Division Commanders had undergone a remarkable transformation in demeanor.
They were no longer just relying on raw power; their mastery of the Supreme Haki had clearly stabilized!
"Everyone!"
Ron stood tall on the central plaza's platform, his voice echoing to every corner of the gathering.
The previously noisy plaza fell into immediate silence, all eyes converging on Ron.
He slowly surveyed this reborn crew: Marco's signature blond hair fluttered gently in the breeze, his eyes gleaming with unwavering resolve; Jozu's towering, robust frame stood like a majestic mountain, exuding an aura of steadfast reliability; Vista, Kingdew, and the others each radiated their unique presence.
They were sharper, deadlier.
"From today onward," Ron's voice, amplified by his control, rang clear and forceful in everyone's ears, "the Whitebeard Pirates' organizational structure remains unchanged but will be officially classified as the Vanguard Fleet of the Eternal Divine Kingdom."
He deliberately turned his gaze to the sixteen Commanders standing at the front and continued.
"All Commanders will retain their positions and report directly to me and Pops."
These words stirred a warm current in the hearts of the sixteen men.
Whitebeard sat on a custom-made enormous chair, seemingly tailored specifically for his massive frame.
Upon hearing this, he stroked his white crescent mustache contentedly, a gratified smile spreading across his face.
Ron was honoring their legacy.
"After three days of rest and training, your mastery of top-tier Haki..." Ron's gaze swept slowly over the group, carefully observing each person's expression.
He saw some brimming with confidence, their eyes blazing with fervor as if eager to showcase their skills in actual combat.
Others appeared slightly anxious, brows furrowed as if still worrying whether they had truly grasped this formidable power.
"...is barely passable." Ron shook his head slightly, his tone carrying both affirmation and a hint of strict motivation.
This remark made Whitebeard burst into hearty laughter.
"Gurararara! These brats still need more beatings in real combat!" His laughter echoed across the square, lightening the mood considerably.
....
The morning mist hadn't completely dissipated yet, the thin fog hanging over the main island like a hazy veil.
The expedition force had already assembled on the plaza.
Ron looked at several individuals staying behind, speaking with a serious expression.
"Wyper, I'm entrusting you with full responsibility for the Divine Kingdom's internal defense system."
"Yes, Lord Ron!" Wyper responded solemnly.
Electricity crackled around the Shandian warrior, drawing sidelong glances from the pirates.
Yesterday, Ron had bestowed upon him the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, granting him absolute control over lightning.
Being a natural-born warrior of the sky, his Armament Haki was already formidable.
Combined with the invincible Logia power, he was the perfect guardian.
Additionally, the recently concluded Divine Kingdom campaign against the Marines had made the entire world think twice about targeting the kingdom, significantly easing security concerns.
"Shiki, the safety of the airspace and the Floating Island cluster is in your hands."
Ron turned to the Golden Lion, who had a cigar in his mouth, with Oto and Kogarashi resting at his hips.
"Jihahaha! Don't worry about it, Boss Ron! Leave the skies to me!"
"Bullet..."
Ron had barely spoken when the Demon Heir snorted coldly and crossed his massive arms.
"I know! I'll keep watch over the base! If any Marine or Emperor comes snooping, I'll crush their skulls!"
Finally, Ron turned his gaze to the fully prepared assault team.
Enel, Crocodile and the various Division Commanders stood spirited and straight as pines, their eyes burning with intense flames of anticipation.
Whitebeard stood at the forefront, his Murakumogiri resting on his shoulder, his towering figure giving off an unshakable, divine presence.
"Depart! Target: The Land of Wano!"
With Ron's command, numerous Dragons roared to life like awakened primordial beasts!
ROAR!
The Commanders who had consumed the Azure Dragon fruits transformed, soaring into the sky with mighty cries!
"Haha! Let's go! Time to take down Kaido!"
"We'll show the Beasts Pirates what real monsters look like!"
The Dragons' scales shimmered with azure and rainbow hues under the sunlight, their undulating bodies stirring up fierce winds.
The non-Zoan users quickly leaped onto the Dragons' backs, including Ron, who stood calmly on Marco's transformed Phoenix back.
For a moment, the entire sky was blotted out by the mythical beasts as they raced toward the distant horizon like a storm front.
Whitebeard stood firmly atop a massive Dragon's head, his gaze fixed on the rising sun at the horizon.
The warm sunlight bathed his face, yet couldn't dispel the gravity and killing intent in his eyes.
Below, the sea and islands flashed by rapidly, as if time itself had accelerated.
He gazed at the boundless sea, the blade of Murakumogiri beginning to ripple with a white tremor halo that surged continuously.
"GURARARARA! KAIDO! THIS OLD MAN HAS COME TO COLLECT HIS SON!"
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