The atmosphere over the Sabaody Archipelago had completely changed.
Usually, the lawless mangrove islands were filled with noise—slave traders shouting prices, pirates drinking recklessly, merchants bargaining, nobles moving under heavy guard, and criminals hiding in plain sight.
But today—
Everything felt different.
Today, the world had stopped to watch.
Across every grove, massive monitors connected to Visual Den Den Mushi had been set up by news agencies and underground brokers alike.
In plazas, on rooftops, inside bars, even near the auction houses—people crowded together shoulder to shoulder, their eyes locked on the giant screens.
The image shown on every monitor was the same.
Marineford.
The Headquarters of Marine Justice.
The battlefield where history would be decided.
And at the center of the screen—
The execution platform.
High above the plaza.
Waiting.
Silent.
Like a stage built for the end of an era.
The people watching could barely keep still.
Whispers spread like wildfire.
"They're really doing it…"
"They're actually going to execute Fire Fist Ace in public…"
"No… they're trying to lure Whitebeard here."
A hooded pirate standing near a bar lowered his drink slowly, his voice dark.
"If Whitebeard really comes…"
He looked at the screen with unease.
"Marineford is going to turn into hell itself."
A merchant beside him wiped sweat from his forehead.
"They say all three Admirals are there…"
He swallowed hard.
"And the Seven Warlords…"
"And over one hundred thousand Marines…"
A young bounty hunter nearby shook his head.
"That's not preparation."
His voice dropped.
"That's fear."
An old man sitting near the monitor let out a dry laugh.
"You children don't understand."
Everyone around him looked at him.
He pointed weakly toward the screen.
"This isn't about Ace."
His eyes darkened.
"It's about Whitebeard."
The crowd fell silent.
Because everyone knew it was true.
Ace's death was not the goal.
The goal was war.
Somewhere else in Sabaody, reporters were already screaming into Transponder Snails.
"Stay focused! Don't miss a single second!"
"Get every reaction!"
"If Whitebeard appears, I want it transmitted immediately!"
"This is bigger than Roger's execution!"
Even the pirates watching had stopped smiling.
Because deep down—
Everyone understood.
After today…
The world would never be the same again.
———————-
Marineford
Marine Headquarters stood like an iron fortress against the sea.
Immense walls of white stone rose like the judgment of heaven itself. Giant cannons lined every tower, aimed toward the bay. Dozens of warships surrounded the fortress like steel sharks waiting for blood.
Every entrance.
Every escape route.
Every possible weakness—
Covered. Prepared. Fortified.
Below the execution platform, the plaza had become an ocean of white coats and drawn weapons.
Rows upon rows of Marines stood in perfect formation.
Riflemen.
Swordsmen.
Captains.
Rear Admirals.
Vice Admirals.
Elite soldiers from every branch.
One hundred thousand men.
Every single one ready for war.
Every single one prepared to die.
And above them—
At the very top of the execution platform—
Kneeling beneath the burning sun—
Was Portgas D. Ace.
His hands were bound tightly with heavy seastone cuffs.
His body was bruised from imprisonment.
His head lowered.
His face shadowed.
But despite everything—
His pride remained untouched.
He did not beg. He did not tremble. He simply waited.
Below him stood the monsters of the sea.
The remaining Seven Warlords of the Sea.
Dracule Mihawk stood in complete silence, arms folded across his chest, his golden eyes sharp and unreadable. Calm. Detached. Like a man merely observing the tide before a storm.
Gecko Moria wore his usual twisted grin, his laughter barely contained as if he was enjoying the tension itself.
"Kishishishi… this is getting good…"
Donquixote Doflamingo smiled like a man watching a stage play written for his amusement.
His fingers twitched slightly.
"Fufufu… what a beautiful era-ending performance."
Bartholomew Kuma stood motionless, silent and unreadable, like a statue carved from steel.
And Boa Hancock stood with cold elegance, her beauty untouched by the tension around her.
But her eyes were distant.
Her thoughts were elsewhere.
Ahead of them sat the true monsters.
The three Admirals.
Aokiji sat lazily, but the air around him was ice itself.
Kizaru leaned back carelessly, his expression unreadable behind his usual lazy tone.
"Ooh… scary…"
Yet no one mistook that for weakness.
And Akainu sat like molten hatred given human form.
His eyes never left Ace.
No emotion. Only judgment. Only execution.
Together—
They were the wall that separated pirates from victory.
And everyone knew it.
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Sengoku's Office
Far from the noise of the plaza, inside the fortress—
The silence was heavier.
Fleet Admiral Sengoku stood near the large window of his office, looking out toward the sea.
Toward the horizon.
Toward the man he knew was coming.
Whitebeard.
Behind him sat Vice Admiral Monkey D. Garp.
Usually loud. Usually laughing. Usually impossible to take seriously.
But not today.
Today—
He looked old.
His arms were crossed.
His head lowered.
His eyes hidden.
Sengoku spoke without turning.
His voice was calm.
But heavy.
"…I'm going to tell the world the truth about Ace."
Garp said nothing.
Not immediately.
The silence stretched.
Painfully.
Finally—
He let out a tired breath.
"…Do whatever you want."
No anger. No argument. Just exhaustion.
The kind only a grandfather could feel.
Sengoku closed his eyes for a moment.
"…You always make this harder."
Garp gave a bitter laugh.
"No."
His voice was low.
"You did that yourself."
Another silence.
Neither man moved.
Because both understood—
No matter what happened now—
There would be no fixing it.
Sengoku turned.
Walked toward the door.
And before leaving, he said quietly—
"It has to be done."
Garp remained seated.
Still. Silent.
Like a man waiting for his own punishment.
——————————
Moments later—
Sengoku stepped onto the execution platform.
And the entire world seemed to grow quiet.
The Marines below straightened.
The Warlords watched.
The Admirals remained still.
The cameras focused.
Even the wind seemed to stop.
He walked toward Ace slowly.
Each step heavier than the last.
The executioners stood aside and handed him a Den Den Mushi.
Sengoku took it.
Raised it.
And with that—
The world listened.
"Portgas D. Ace."
His voice echoed across Marineford.
Across Sabaody.
Across every sea.
Ace slowly lifted his head.
His face was calm.
But his eyes—
Burned.
Sengoku looked directly at him.
No mercy.
No softness.
Only truth.
"Tell me the name of your father"
Ace answered instantly.
Without hesitation.
Without fear.
"The name of my father…"
His voice was steady.
"…is Whitebeard."
A murmur spread below.
Some Marines nodded.
Some pirates watching in Sabaody clenched their fists.
That answer felt right.
Because everyone knew—
Ace belonged to Whitebeard.
But Sengoku's expression hardened.
"Not True!"
The single word struck like cannon fire.
He stepped closer.
"And your mother's name?"
Ace's jaw tightened.
His fists clenched.
But he answered.
"…Portgas D. Rouge."
Sengoku nodded.
"Yes."
He gripped the Den Den Mushi tighter.
"Your mother carried you in her womb for twenty months…"
Gasps spread through the crowd.
"To protect you from the World Government's search."
Even the Marines below were stunned.
"Twenty months?!"
"That's impossible…"
"She forced herself to survive for that long?"
Sengoku's voice rose.
"And after one year and three months following your father's death…"
He paused.
The entire world held its breath.
"A child was born."
His eyes locked onto Ace.
"A child carrying the blood of the world's most heinous criminal…"
He pointed directly at Ace.
"That child…"
"…was YOU!"
Then—
Sengoku declared it.
The truth.
The name.
The legend.
"Your true father…"
His voice thundered across the world.
"…was Gol D. Roger!"
He raised the Den Den Mushi higher.
"THE KING OF THE PIRATES!"
The world exploded.
Down below the plaza the marines were frantic.
"WHAT?!"
"Roger's son?!"
"No way!"
"That can't be true!"
"The Pirate King had a son?!"
"The bloodline still exists?!"
A young Marine dropped his rifle entirely.
His hands were shaking.
"All this time…"
His voice trembled.
"We were guarding Roger's son…?"
Another Marine clenched his weapon tighter.
"No wonder…"
His face paled.
"No wonder Fleet Admiral Sengoku gathered everything…"
An older Vice Admiral muttered grimly,
"This was never about Whitebeard alone…"
He stared upward.
"This is the complete eradication of Roger's bloodline."
One frightened Marine whispered,
"If Whitebeard comes for Roger's son…"
He swallowed.
"…Marineford might actually fall."
Another shouted immediately,
"Don't say that!"
"We have the Admirals!"
"We have justice!"
But even he sounded uncertain.
Because fear had already spread.
And everyone felt it.
———————————-
Mihawk remained silent.
Still.
Unmoving.
But behind those golden eyes—
Thoughts sharpened.
So the truth is finally out now… Ace.
His gaze remained fixed upward.
Calm. Analytical.
I wonder…
A faint shift in his expression.
How they would react if they also learned how Luffy… and Ada… are connected to you.
Nearby—
Hancock's fingers tightened slightly.
Her expression remained elegant.
But her thoughts were far from calm.
Luffy…
Her eyes narrowed.
So it was true…
She glanced toward the distant sea.
Toward what she knew was coming.
Then Lady Ada will come.
A faint smile touched her lips.
The Marines truly have no idea what kind of war they have invited.
Doflamingo laughed softly.
"Fufufufu…"
He spread his arms slightly.
"How absolutely magnificent."
His grin widened.
"The son of Roger… the wrath of Whitebeard… and now the world watching."
He licked his lips.
"This era is ending beautifully."
Moria cackled darkly.
"Kishishishi! I love it!"
His grin widened.
"Let them all kill each other!"
———————————
Back at Sabaody
Absolute chaos.
Journalists were screaming over each other.
Pens dropped.
Newspapers scattered.
People shoved forward trying to get closer to the screens.
"Roger's son?!"
"This changes everything!"
"Get this printed NOW!"
"Send it to every island!"
"The Pirate King's bloodline survived!"
A pirate captain watching the screen whispered in disbelief,
"…So Roger left behind an heir."
Another pirate laughed nervously.
"No wonder the Marines are terrified."
Even underground brokers looked shaken.
Because this wasn't just news.
This was a global earthquake.
—————————-
Back at Marineford
Ace clenched his fists so tightly the chains rattled.
His voice exploded across the plaza.
"The only father I ever had—"
His eyes burned with pride.
"—is Whitebeard!"
The sheer force of his words silenced even the Marines.
"I boarded his ship…"
His voice shook.
"…because I wanted to make Whitebeard the next King!"
Below, many Marines frowned.
Some scoffed.
Some looked uncertain.
But Ace did not care.
Sengoku's face remained cold.
"No one believes that except you!"
His voice rose again.
"If we allow you to live—"
He pointed directly at Ace.
"With your blood…"
"With your power…"
"With the legacy inside you…"
"You would rise…"
"And become the next King of the Pirates!"
He lifted the Den Den Mushi again.
His voice thundered like judgment.
"And we cannot allow that to happen!"
"Even if it means risking an all-out war with Whitebeard himself!"
For one moment—
Silence.
Then—
The Marines below erupted.
"YEAHHHH!!"
"Justice will prevail!"
"Destroy Roger's bloodline!"
"No mercy!"
"For Absolute Justice!"
"For the Marines!"
The cheers shook Marineford.
Cannons stood ready.
Blades were drawn.
Warships trembled in the harbor.
And beyond the horizon—
A storm was coming.
Because Whitebeard had heard.
And he was not coming alone.