BOOM—!
A colossal black shadow wrapped in roaring violent winds, punched a hole through the clouds and came crashing down from the sky.
It was Kaido.
"NEWGATE!!!"
A howl of pure, primal rage ripped through the sky, the sound of a wounded beast that had just seen a ghost.
"You… You're back?! You're actually back at your peak?!"
'Impossible!'
'It's absolutely, impossible!'
Kaido's mind screamed in denial, refusing to process what his body had just felt.
But...
But...
If that bastard Newgate wasn't at full strength, if he was still the sick, dying old fool hooked up to machines...
'how in the hell did he just swat me out of the sky like a fly?!'
CRUNCH!
The Azure Dragon's immense coiling body twisted in mid-air, the transformation back to his human form spasming and uncontrolled.
He slammed down with horrific force onto the flagship of the Beasts Pirates.
The deck, built from the world's strongest wood to withstand a Yonko's power, didn't just break.
It exploded.
A rain of splinters, broken cannons, and shattered planks shot out in all directions.
"K-Kaido-sama!"
"Captain!"
"Boss! Are you alright?!"
The frantic cries of his crew were distant and tinny.
"Damn it..." Kaido growled, forcing himself up from the crater that used to be his quarterdeck.
Steam poured from his wounds as his inhuman physiology kicked in, mending broken bones and sealing torn flesh at a rate that defied logic.
"What... what the hell just happened...?"
The physical pain was nothing. Kaido lived for pain.
It was the implication that rocked him to his core.
Newgate. Whitebeard.
That old fool actually got his prime back.
But he was supposed to be dying.
Riddled with sickness, coughing up blood, a shadow of his former self. Everyone knew it.
The entire world knew Whitebeard's time was over.
'Could it be...?'
The thought slammed into Kaido's brain with the force of a thunderclap.
'The Marines. The "New" Marines. Do they have some kind of secret tech? A Devil Fruit? A trick to rewind the clock? To restore youth?!'
A thousand fractured scenarios played out in his mind, each one more terrifying than the last.
And yet...
Before he could even begin to sort through the strategic nightmare of a rejuvenated Whitebeard...
"CRASH—!"
"CRASH—!"
A sound filled the world.
A deep, wet, roaring sound that blocked out the sun.
Countless, impossibly tall tsunamis rose from all directions.
These weren't waves; they were moving mountains of water, their peaks scraping the clouds.
They formed a perfect, circular prison, blotting out the sky, sealing the Beasts Pirates' fleet in a watery tomb.
They hung there for one heart-stopping second, an apocalypse held in suspense.
Then, carrying the weight of the entire ocean and a force that could crack continents, they all fell at once, converging mercilessly on Kaido's fleet.
"ROOOOAR——!!!"
Another earth-shattering dragon's roar bellowed as Kaido, desperate and furious, transformed back into his Azure Dragon form.
He was a god of the sky, the strongest living creature, and he would not be drowned like a rat.
His colossal figure blasted upward, weaving and flickering between the building-sized walls of water.
He unleashed his Boro Breath, a beam of pure destruction, trying to vaporize the very sea itself.
But it was useless.
Against this endless, overwhelming onslaught, even the creature hailed as "the strongest" was nothing.
He was insignificant.
Powerless.
The sea, infinite and relentless, smothered his flames.
A single monstrous wave, larger than all the others, rose up and crushed him from above.
His roar was cut off as he was slammed down, down, down, plunged violently into the suffocating darkness of the abyss.
"..."
The entire world watched in stunned silence.
Everyone was awestruck, not just by the sheer, terrifying power of nature, but by the abject terror of the New Marine.
The waves didnstopped.
Like a stampede of enraged sea kings, they surged and tore, endlessly, without respite.
Without Kaido to shield them, the Beasts Pirates—even with the mighty Three Disasters fighting for their lives—never stood a chance.
King's fire was extinguished, Queen's lasers were swallowed, and Jack's mammoth body was tossed about like a child's toy.
This wasn't a battle.
It was an extermination.
One by one, their massive ships were torn to splinters, swallowed by the vortex, and utterly annihilated.
Then, as suddenly as it began, the waves subsided.
The sea, churning and frothy, gradually calmed.
The entire fleet of the Beasts Pirates, one of the Four Emperors, was gone.
Completely. Vanished.
The only things left were massive patches of floating wreckage, broken wood, and shattered steel.
Amid the ruins, a few tattered flags bearing the skull and horns of the Beasts Pirates fluttered weakly beneath the water, the last sad testament to their sudden, violent end.
"..."
Every single person watching this broadcast—on every island, in every kingdom, on every ship—had seen it. They saw it all with perfect clarity.
With just a single, almost lazy wave of his hand...
Those world-ending, apocalyptic waves had materialized from nothing.
The camera, broadcasting from a high-flying news coo, zoomed in. It focused on the man who had done it.
A young, devastatingly handsome man standing atop the highest platform on Marineford's execution stand.
His identity was unmistakable.
The supreme leader of the New Marine, Mike.
'Is... is he really that powerful?'
'Did... did he just command the sea itself? Like a god?'
"..."
"The Beasts... the Beasts Pirates..." a reporter whispered, his voice trembling so hard he could barely hold his Den Den Mushi.
"Gone... They're just... gone. Wiped out. Just like that?!"
"Is this... is this the true power of the New Marine?!"
"They just erased one of the Four Emperors of the New World... They erased Kaido... like he was... an insect."
"Wait... you all heard it, right? You heard Kaido's roar earlier... His last scream..."
"He... he shouted for Whitebeard..."
"He said... 'You've returned to your peak'!"
"Seriously?! No way! Whitebeard?! In his prime?! And he joined the New Marine?!"
"Why would Kaido be wrong about that?! He'd be the first to know!"
"Hiss——"
A collective, sharp intake of breath echoed from public squares around the globe.
Whitebeard...
The man who once cracked the sky. The Strongest Man in the World...
...restored to his absolute peak.
And then...
The implication hit. The real implication.
"Gulp..."
Someone swallowed, the sound painfully loud in the stunned silence.
Their voice was dry and cracked.
"Guys... you don't think..."
"You don't think the New Marine... they might have..."
"A way to restore other legends to their prime, too?"
"..."
"HIIISSSSS——!"
This time, the sound of a million people gasping in unison was deafening.
A wave of cold, absolute terror washed over the world, far more terrifying than the tsunamis.
If that were true... then...
"Sengoku... Sengoku the Buddha..."
"Garp... Garp the Fist..."
"Zephyr... 'Black Arm' Zephyr..."
"Rayleigh... Tsuru... All of them..."
If all of these living legends, these monsters from the old generation, were returned to the full, terrifying power of their youth...
Coupled with the Marine's original three Admirals...
And led by a supreme commander who could drown a Yonko with a wave of his hand...
"The Great Pirate Era... It's... it's really over."
"This isn't just the end of an era... this is the end of the world as we know it!"
Whispers and panicked speculations erupted like a breached dam, spreading like wildfire.
The world was utterly stunned.
The balance of power wasn't just tipped; it was shattered, pulverized, and remade.
The New Marine hadn't just risen above the other forces; they had become the new sovereigns of the sea.
Which meant...
An inevitable, earth-shattering, violent collision with the old rulers—the World Government and their Celestial Dragons—was now looming.
Who would win? Who could possibly win?
"SPLASH—"
The sound of a single, precise wave cut through these panicked thoughts.
The sea, which had just been so calm, suddenly convulsed.
But this wasn't chaos. This was control.
A single, precise tidal wave formed, shot across the bay, and "gently" washed the half-drowned, heavily wounded, and barely conscious remnants of the Beasts Pirates directly onto Marineford's shores.
THUD. THUD. THUD.
Like a cat dropping dead mice on a doorstep.
The once-untouchable Kaido, King, Queen, and Jack—a Yonko and his lofty Three Disasters—were mercilessly dumped onto the execution platform like a pile of wet garbage.
The Den Den Mushi's camera slowly panned, taking in the pathetic, defeated state of the "invincible" pirates.
Finally, it focused on the center of the platform.
Tap—
A single, steady footstep echoed.
Akainu strode to the center.
His magma-scarred face was a mask of cold fury and... something else.
A kind of dark, righteous glee.
He swept his gaze over the pirates he had spent his entire life fighting.
These individuals had been the nightmares of the seas, the source of terror and chaos for millions.
And now, finally…
The time had come to execute these dregs of the old era.
Akainu slowly, deliberately, raised his head, looking toward Mike at the highest point of the platform.
Mike gave a slight, almost imperceptible nod.
The execution can begin.
"Hah—"
A terrifying, bloodthirsty grin split Akainu's lips.
"Farewell, scum."
"BOOM—"
Scorching, blinding magma, like a bursting flood from the earth's core, erupted from his entire body.
In an instant, the entire execution platform was engulfed in a molten, raging inferno.
There were no screams.
There were no wails.
With meticulous preparation and Akainu unleashing his full, unrestricted power, it was over instantly.
The remnants of the old era, along with one of the Four Emperors, were utterly erased within the magma.
Their bodies, their souls, their ambitions, their sins—all of it, turned to superheated steam and ash.
Only the raging, roaring flames remained.
A blinding crimson light shot into the sky, illuminating all of Marineford in a bloody glow.
It was the death cry of the old era.
And the heralding cry of the new.
"..."
The entire world fell into a deep, profound silence.
Everyone stared, dumbfounded, at the screen.
The New Marine's resolve had been made unmistakably, terrifyingly clear.
From the moment the broadcast began, every single second had been a declaration.
Ruthlessness. Determination.
The New Marine would show no mercy to any form of evil.
It didn't matter if you were a legendary pirate.
It didn't matter if you were one of the Four Emperors of the New World.
If you brought chaos and suffering to the world, you would be executed. Publicly. Without hesitation.
This... this was the Justice of the New Marine.
The Den Den Mushi's camera slowly panned upward, climbing past the fire, settling at last on the highest level of the platform.
Mike stood up slowly.
"Clink—"
A perfectly synchronized sound echoed across Marineford as every high-ranking officer of the New Marine—Whitebeard, Garp, Sengoku, the Admirals—rose to their feet in perfect unison with him.
"Hah—"
Mike exhaled softly, his breath fogging in the air.
The Beasts Pirates had been completely annihilated.
But this was only the beginning. A mere appetizer.
The true spectacle, the true war, was yet to come.
"The Great Pirate Era... ends here and now."
Mike's voice was low but powerful, carried by the Den Den Mushi to every corner of the world.
It was a voice that commanded obedience.
"The future belongs to all the people of these seas. Not to pirates, not to corrupt kings, and not to decadent gods."
"Now..."
His voice hardened, filling with a steel that promised war.
"Let us eradicate all that is corrupt, all that is sinful, and all that hinders progress—"
"Completely. And. Utterly!"
With a sharp, decisive motion, Mike swung his arm forward, pointing toward the sea, toward the entire world.
"New Marine, ADVANCE!"
"Salute—!"
A thunderous, single, deafening sound shook the very foundations of the island as every soldier, every officer, every legend, raised their fist to their chest.
They shouted in one voice, a cry that would define the new age:
"LOYALTY—!"
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