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Seeing Ayr being sent flying by the blond-haired Elder's sudden strike, a wave of elation rippled through the CP agents watching from the flanks. Ayr's combat strength had shaken everyone present, but they all knew he couldn't maintain his augmented state forever; eventually he would falter, and when that time came, they would seize their chance.
"Your strength and abilities are commendable, Ayr," the knife-wielding Elder said, resting his blade casually on his shoulder, "but against the two of usā¦ you have no path to victory." He wasn't wrongāthough Ayr had been on the defensive, he still hadn't fallen, and that alone earned him the grudging respect of even his enemies. "To have lasted this long against the joint power of two Elders," the blond Elder added, his tone carrying both admiration and menace, "you truly are remarkable."
Ayr remained silent, slowly stepping forward through the cracked earth, his bloodied form radiating an indifference that unsettled even the Five Elders. Despite facing two of the most powerful rulers in the world, he showed no signs of yielding; and even with his borrowed strength from the experience card fading, he still stood tall, without having drawn upon the Rinnegan's gravitational mastery, the latent force of the Ten Tails, the destructive Wood Style, or Sage Mode.
"Hmphā¦ still arrogant even as your end draws near?" the blond Elder smirked, bloodlust glinting in his eyes. "When we capture you alive and dissect your body, I wonder what kind of face you'll make." Their aim was not to kill, but to tear the secrets from his mutated physique and devil fruit hybridization, extracting abilities for themselvesābecause Ayr was no ordinary pirate, but a living anomaly that even the World Government feared.
"I'm curious too," Ayr replied coldly, his voice carrying an edge that cut through the air, "how will your faces look when you're the ones who die by my hands?" Enraged, the Elders launched forward together, blades flashing with top-tier Haki precision, but Ayr didn't retreat.
"Sage Mode!!"
Natural energy erupted from his form, black markings curving beneath his eyes while a swirl appeared on his foreheadāa perfect fusion of the Sage of Six Paths' legacy and Hashirama Senju's mastery of nature energy. The very earth shuddered, trees bowed, and the air distorted under the pressure. His speed, power, and perception sharpened instantly, granting him the ability to read even the faintest twitch in their movements before they struck.
With deliberate calm, he sheathed Zan Shen, the sword humming with contained chakra, then pressed his hands together in a familiar seal. "Wood Style: True Several Thousand Hands!" The ground convulsed violently as a sound like the roar of a waking world shook the battlefield.
From the fractured earth rose a Buddha of impossible scale, far surpassing even Hashirama's creation during the Fourth Great Ninja War; a thousand-armed, wood-carved colossus whose handsāeach thicker than the trunk of the Adam Treeāreached skyward like the wrath of gods. Smoke billowed, obscuring the battlefield, but even through the haze its silhouette loomed like a divine war deity descended to the mortal plane, radiating both sacred majesty and annihilating power.
The CP members froze in terror, their minds struggling to process the sight. "What the hell is that thing?!" one choked. "No wayā¦ no f***ing wayā¦ He summoned a giant god?!" Another could only stammer about its size, comparing it to the ancient weapons, while some collapsed outright under the suffocating aura, the weight of the Buddha pressing into their very souls. Even hardened agents whispered that he was no longer human, but something more monstrous than Rocks D. Xebec himself.
High above, the Buddha's serene yet merciless gaze swept over the battlefield, every arm a weapon capable of erasing fleets in a single motion. From afar, Garp stood still, sweat dripping down his temple as the enormity of what he was seeing settled in. "What kind of evolution did this bastard go through since the Valley of the Gods?" he muttered. "How the hell did he turn into this?" Sengoku's jaw tightened as he admitted that in their last encounter, Ayr had hidden this entirely, making it clear why the Five Elders wanted him alive.
On another ridge, Zephyr watched the massive construct rise with each thunderous quake, his voice low. "To fight two Elders without using thisā¦ it's absurd. But now that he has, the battle's no longer theirs to win." With Sage Mode's healing and chakra regeneration feeding Ayr's stamina, even the Five Elders would be hard-pressed to keep up; no one could predict the devastation those thousand hands might unleash.
Crane's face was pale as she murmured that they were lucky this had been unleashed in Mariejois, for anywhere else the island might have been erased entirely. The only reason they still had a chance, she said, was because every force capable of opposing him was here.
Mariejois had become a graveyard-in-waiting, the final battlefield of gods and monstersāand at its center stood Ayr, unmoving, eyes aglow with the will of the Sage, framed by his colossal wooden avatar towering like a god above the world.
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