After unifying their strategy and objectives, all issues were quickly discussed and resolved.
The final decisions were settled swiftly.
Akainu personally volunteered to head to the New World, taking full command of G-5's defense. As one of the Navy's highest combat forces, he would remain stationed in the New World to serve as a deterrent against the Yonko.
Aokiji would be fully responsible for the secret transportation and security of the gold.
Kizaru would remain at Marineford, ready to provide all-region support at "light speed."
Instructor Zephyr would be transferred to G-3 immediately, working alongside Rear Admiral Rayne Hawke to secretly train the next generation of the Navy's core forces.
Vice Admiral Garp would act as the freest piece on the board, ready to handle any unexpected incidents at a moment's notice.
Once everything was set, the Navy—the enormous war machine—began to operate with unprecedented efficiency, quietly but powerfully.
...
That night.
Inside an airtight conference room at Marineford.
Akainu had summoned all the core Vice Admirals of the hawkish faction.
Onigumo, Doberman...
Onigumo.
Doberman.
Each of these names represented the Navy's sharpest fangs—men whose hands were drenched in the blood of pirates.
Yet at this moment, these battle-hardened soldiers stood silent, feeling the searing heat radiating from the head of the table, as though it might ignite the very air.
Akainu said nothing, sitting quietly, his arms folded like red-hot steel.
"I will head to the New World and be stationed permanently at G-5," he finally spoke, his voice low and heavy. "The Navy is about to undergo a seismic transformation."
"...!"
The Vice Admirals exchanged tense looks.
One of the Navy's three Admirals—its highest combat strength—was going to permanently reside on the New World's most chaotic front line?
The implications were staggering.
"Doberman, Onigumo..."
Akainu's sharp gaze swept across the room like a blade, locking onto each man present.
"You five will immediately take command of the headquarters' elite fleets and head for G-3."
"This time, it's not assistance. It's occupation."
He stood, walking over to the massive map on the wall, pressing his finger firmly against a point in the first half of the Grand Line.
"G-3 will become the heart of the Navy's future."
"I want you to seal it off using the strictest, most absolute measures possible."
"Except for ships with direct approval from the highest authority, no one—and I mean no one—sets foot near the waters around G-3!"
"Anyone!!!"
His tone sharpened like a blade, and the oppressive weight of his authority was so suffocating that the Vice Admirals felt their chests tighten.
"..."
After a tense silence, Doberman finally stepped forward, his voice steady but grim:
"Admiral… what if someone from the World Government… or CP agents… request entry into G-3?"
It was a razor-sharp, unavoidable question.
After all, the Navy was officially an enforcement arm of the World Government.
The temperature in the conference room seemed to rise several degrees.
All eyes turned toward Akainu.
Akainu slowly turned his back to them. He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he reached into his coat, pulled out a cigar, and lit it.
The crimson flare reflected across his sharp, chiseled features, his face caught between light and shadow like a Shura from hell.
He took a long drag, exhaling a thick plume of smoke. When he spoke, his voice carried an icy, mocking edge.
"You all…"
"Have you ever seen anyone from the World Government anywhere near G-3?"
"!!!"
"..."
In an instant, the room fell into absolute silence.
The Vice Admirals' pupils constricted sharply.
These were men who had crawled out of mountains of corpses; there was no way they could misunderstand his meaning.
They hadn't seen any.
Because anyone who dared approach… would be erased.
Their bodies and bones would vanish—so naturally, it would be as if… they never existed.
"We understand!"
All the Vice Admirals stood up in unison, snapping to rigid attention as they delivered a crisp salute.
Their eyes no longer held hesitation—only a burning resolve, one teetering on the edge of madness.
"Good."
Akainu nodded slightly. "One more thing."
"The commanding officer of G-3 is Rayne Hawke."
"That kid may only be a Rear Admiral now, but he's recognized by both Fleet Admiral Sengoku and myself as the Navy's future."
"Coordinate closely with him."
"Yes, sir!"
...
Under the same night sky.
At Marineford's secret dock, five colossal warships—each as massive as mountains—slipped silently into the dark sea like lurking steel beasts.
They bore no Navy insignia. No identification numbers.
"Maa—"
Aokiji stood at the bow of the lead warship, Observation Haki fully extended.
He scanned every ripple of movement around them.
"Fwooo—"
The sea breeze whipped through his wavy black hair, making his coat of justice billow violently.
Gone was his usual lazy demeanor.
Those half-lidded eyes were now as sharp as ancient frozen blades, reflecting the endless depths of the night sea.
Five giant warships vanished silently into the horizon, merging with the darkness as they sped toward the direction of Skypiea.
...
Fleet Admiral's Office.
The lights blazed brightly.
Sengoku sat behind his desk, buried beneath towering stacks of military reports.
He had to process these matters as fast as possible.
Because after this, he would be heading to the Holy Land—Mary Geoise.
There was an account he intended to settle personally.
Donquixote Doflamingo.
That bastard had planted spies inside the Navy, and Sengoku had caught him red-handed!
This wasn't some trivial matter…
Since when were pirates allowed to plant moles inside the Navy?!
"Tch—"
Sengoku's low grunt rumbled in the silence. His trip to Mary Geoise had only two demands:
Either the World Government pays a massive sum of money—enough to soothe the fury of the entire Navy.
Or, they immediately revoke Doflamingo's Shichibukai status… and allow the Navy to erase this piece of trash themselves!
In the past, Sengoku might have hesitated, concerned about maintaining "balance," wary of the Five Elders' reactions.
But now…
"Heh—"
Sengoku's lips curled into a cold smile.
Money was power.
This time, he planned to vent his anger properly.
He wanted to see the looks on those five old bastards' faces when he slammed his demands down in front of them.
...
Three days later.
G-3 Branch.
Dong! Dong! Dong—!
On the training grounds, thousands of shirtless soldiers, their bronze-toned bodies dripping with sweat, glistened beneath the blazing sun.
They gritted their teeth, roaring like beasts as they trained beyond their limits.
"Add fifty more kilos!"
"One hundred one-arm push-ups! If you can't finish, go wash Lieutenant Commander Sanji's dishes!"
"Did you hear? Lieutenant Zoro and Lieutenant Commander Sanji are at it again behind the mountain—the noise is bigger than an earthquake!"
"Dammit! Those two monsters!"
"..."
"Woooooo—Woooooo—Woooooo!!!"
Suddenly, a piercing alarm blared, shattering the base's tense atmosphere.
"All hands, assemble!"
Dane's voice cracked like thunder, rolling across the entire training field.
In an instant, thousands of soldiers sprang into motion, forming ranks with perfect precision.
In mere seconds, a steel-and-blood formation stood ready, radiating silent killing intent.
High on the platform, Rayne Hawke's gaze swept over the gathered troops before shifting toward the distant horizon.
There, five enormous black dots were rapidly growing larger.
Five colossal warships, cutting through the waves like steel fortresses, bore straight toward G-3 at full speed.
The five elite Vice Admirals… had arrived!
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