"You people… you won't live long!"
Akainu's voice rumbled with killing intent, his body radiating heat like a living volcano.
Despite his overwhelming presence, Marco no longer cared about life or death. With a sudden burst of incredible speed, he hurled himself straight at Akainu!
"Courting death!"
Akainu snarled, anger flashing across his face. To him, Marco charging head-on was nothing less than a suicidal act.
But Marco wasn't alone.
Behind him, the other Whitebeard commanders—scarred, bleeding, barely standing—still raised their weapons with unshakable resolve. Though their bodies faltered, the fire in their eyes refused to dim.
Fear?
Impossible.
"Go!"
"Fight them, fight Marine to the bitter end!"
"My life was given to me by Father! If I fall here, I'll return it to him proudly!"
"Damn Akainu—how dare you show your face in front of us! Brothers, let's send these Marines straight to hell!"
"Captain Marco is already charging—what excuse do we have not to follow?! The Marines aren't invincible! As long as we fight, there's nothing we can't do!"
Their battle cries rose into the sky, shaking even the battlefield itself.
This time, it was the Marines who were taken aback.
None of them had expected this. The Whitebeard Pirates, crushed, battered, and clearly on the losing side, suddenly charged with reckless fury—throwing themselves into Marine's ranks without hesitation.
It was madness.
But for Marco and his brothers, the reason was simple: Whitebeard's life meant more than their own.
If anyone dared raise a hand against their father, it meant raising a hand against all of them. And they would never sit back and watch.
As the two sides clashed in a storm of blood and fire—
—news of the battle reached Honeycomb Island, where the Kamui Pirates had established their base.
"Oh?"
Senju Hashirama set down his glass, a warm smile curling across his lips.
"It seems everything is unfolding just as Captain planned."
"Master Captain is wise!"
The trainee crew members instantly began flattering, their words tumbling over each other.
At the same time, Uchiha Madara smirked faintly, eyes gleaming as though he already knew the outcome.
"So… it's finally our turn to take the stage?"
Bang, the silver-haired martial master, clenched his fists, his fighting spirit burning.
"Another battle already? Hah! Good. The last one wasn't nearly enough to satisfy me!"
Sanemi Shinazugawa said nothing, but his sharp gaze flickered with anticipation.
"Marine… they should have at least one or two skilled swordsmen. I wonder if any of them are worth my blade…"
Around them, the Kamui Pirates grew restless, excitement bubbling through the ranks. The thought of not only defeating the Whitebeard Pirates but also striking a heavy blow against Marine made their blood surge.
Even Pain, who had remained silent until now, seemed impatient. His Rinnegan eyes glowed faintly as he thought: I missed the chance to fight at Honeycomb Island… I won't let that happen again.
But while many speculated about their target, one thought echoed among the crew:
It would likely still be the Whitebeard Pirates.
After all, they had already clashed at Honeycomb Island. Too much blood had been spilled. Too much enmity had been sown.
There could be no reconciliation now.
Between them and Whitebeard's crew…
…it was either kill, or be killed.
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