Chiyu knew from the start—his arrival in the One Piece world would shake its entire history.
But what he hadn't expected…
Was that not only would he fail to stop the Summit War from happening, but now he might have to personally join the battlefield—because Zephyr himself had been captured.
Zephyr was never just some side character.
This was the man who defected from the Marines, allied with Chiyu, raised hell in Impel Down, and hunted explosive Dyna Stones to wipe out the world's balance of power. His ambition? Massive. His will? Iron.
And after two years of working together, their bond went way beyond just "allies."
Zephyr had voluntarily dissolved the NEO Marines, handing over his entire force to become part of Chiyu's Feather Army.
That kind of trust? You don't walk away from that.
No matter what—Chiyu had to save him.
Everyone else felt the same.
Smoker, Hina, Shuzo… they weren't just top-tier fighters, they were Zephyr's personal students.
And the NEO Marines made up nearly half of the current Undying Legion.
This wasn't just personal—it was political, strategic, and moral.
There was no choice. He had to act.
Chiyu raised a hand.
The room full of tension and noise instantly fell quiet. Dead quiet.
This was the kind of command only true leaders had.
"Saving Zephyr is non-negotiable," Chiyu said calmly. "That's not the question. The only thing we're figuring out is… how."
Everyone visibly relaxed. Their trust in him was absolute.
And truthfully, they all knew—this wasn't just about punishing Zephyr.
The Marines wanted to bait Chiyu out, using a public execution at Marineford as the trap.
Even knowing that, he didn't hesitate.
Trafalgar Law stepped up, voice low but firm.
"There's really only one path forward, Chiyu-sama…"
"We team up with the Whitebeard Pirates."
That hit home. Everyone had been thinking the same thing.
After all, Whitebeard was planning to save Ace.
Different sides, same goal.
Shuzo raised a concern.
"Sure, we've crossed paths with Whitebeard's crew… but let's not pretend we're friends. Heck, we've even fought. Why would they team up with us now?"
Smoker shrugged. "Different times, different rules. Whitebeard's no fool—he knows he can't take on all of Marine HQ alone."
Hina nodded. "Smoker's right.
Yonko, Warlords, all of that sounds impressive, but up against the full power of the Navy and the World Government? They don't stand a chance."
Franky scoffed from the sidelines.
His mentor Tom had died thanks to those same "powers." He wasn't about to sit this one out.
"Tch. And so what if they're strong? I'm gonna make sure they regret ever crossing us!"
Something in Franky's voice caught Chiyu's attention.
He glanced over. Franky smiled back, like they were in on a secret.
"You… finished it?"
Chiyu was referring to Franky's long-running secret project—
One of the three Ancient Weapons. Pluton.
Franky beamed.
"Yeah, pretty much done. Not the real deal—it's a mini version, half-complete at best. But trust me… it'll still blow their minds."
Chiyu's eyes narrowed.
Even a prototype Pluton? That kind of power could change everything.
Franky really was a genius shipwright.
He'd been working on it from the very beginning—
Starting at Water 7, learning from the giant Thriller Bark ship, gathering techniques at Sabaody, and most importantly—Fish-Man Island, where King Neptune gifted him Sun Tree Eve wood for saving the kingdom.
Plus, Franky already had access to Adam Wood, the rare material used in building the Thousand Sunny.
Now? He had both.
With two legendary materials, and the original blueprints to Pluton, Franky had built something brand new:
The War God.
It wasn't strong enough to level cities like the original Pluton…
But according to Franky, it packed at least 50% of the original's power.
Enough to flip a battlefield upside down.
Chiyu nodded, serious.
This ship—Franky and his War God—might be the ace in the hole at Marineford.
"Nice job, Franky."
Franky grinned like a proud dad at a science fair.
Chiyu looked around.
He had Trafalgar Law—a Warlord-level fighter.
Smoker, Hina, Shuzo, Blade, Box, Barbara—every one of them on par with Marine officers.
Over ten thousand soldiers, all trained by Zephyr himself.
But compared to Marine HQ?
They had:
Sengoku (Fleet Admiral)
Garp (Vice Admiral)
Tsuru (Senior Strategist)
Three Admirals: Akainu, Aokiji, and Kizaru
Dozens of Vice Admirals
One hundred thousand elite soldiers
It wasn't even close.
They needed the Whitebeard Pirates.
"I'll go see Whitebeard myself," Chiyu finally said.
The room tensed.
Nami stepped forward, worried.
"Chiyu-sama… even if we're on the same side this time, you hate pirates. And they know it.
Going to meet Whitebeard alone—that's suicide!"
"Why not invite them here instead?"
Chiyu smiled slightly.
Nami had grown a lot over the last two years.
She'd mastered the Slip-Slip Fruit, learned part of the Navy's Six Powers, and even begun to grasp Armament Haki.
But in Chiyu's eyes, she was still a kid.
"Him coming to us? Not happening. He's a Yonko, the so-called 'strongest man alive.' He's got his pride."
Hina ruffled Nami's hair. "Don't worry."
Smoker suggested a neutral location instead.
Everyone agreed.
Chiyu nodded. "Alright. I'll contact Jinbei and have him mediate."
Jinbei didn't even hesitate.
"Leave it to me. Undying Legion and Whitebeard Pirates—together, we can crush the Navy. Apart, we lose everything. I swear I'll make this alliance happen!"
Soon enough, Jinbei was speaking with Whitebeard himself.
The old man's answer? Simple.
"To save Ace, there's no such thing as 'too much help.' Especially from someone like Uchiha Chiyu."
"But we still need to sit down and talk."
Jinbei explained Chiyu's plan—to meet in Dressrosa, now freed from Doflamingo's rule and secretly backed by King Riku.
Whitebeard nodded. Marco hesitated.
"Dressrosa's Chiyu's turf. What if it's a trap?"
"I'll stake my life on him," Jinbei said firmly.
Whitebeard laughed and stood up like a mountain.
"Marco, stay behind and rally all 43 pirate crews. Jinbei, you're coming with me to Dressrosa."
Marco frowned. "Just the two of you?"
"Gurarara! You think I'm easy to kill? Let's go."
Whitebeard and Jinbei headed to Dressrosa.
Chiyu heard about it—and decided to match their gesture.
He'd only bring Smoker.
King Riku arranged the meeting in the abandoned colosseum.
And when Chiyu finally stood across from Whitebeard…
He had to admit: even in old age, the man radiated power.
Whitebeard grinned.
"Gurarara! So you're Uchiha Chiyu.
You smell… different. Almost like…
You don't even belong in this world."
Chiyu's heart skipped a beat.
He's sharp… too sharp. But it didn't matter.
"I'm not here for banter, Whitebeard."
"Good," the old man laughed. "Let's get to the point."
"Ace was handed over to the Navy. I'm going to get him back. Zephyr's your concern. Looks like we're on the same side."
"Shall we team up?"
"We shall," Chiyu said.
"But let me say this first…"
"If I told you this war might cost you your life—what would you do?"
The air froze.
Jinbei turned pale.
He'd seen Chiyu's predictions come true before—like when he said Ace would fall to Blackbeard.
Whitebeard paused… then laughed again.
"Death?"
"I stopped fearing that long ago."
"This new era? It doesn't belong to an old man like me. But if you think I'd let Ace die without doing anything…"
Chiyu narrowed his eyes.
"You're not afraid of death, I know. But have you thought about what happens after?"
"If you die, who leads your crew? Ace isn't ready. You've made too many enemies. If you fall… the Whitebeard Pirates might not survive you."
"Even so… you'd risk it all for Ace?"
Jinbei was stunned again.
Chiyu wasn't guessing—he might be seeing it.
Whitebeard frowned, then finally spoke:
"If that's how it ends… then yeah, I'd regret it.
But that regret? That's tomorrow's problem."
"If I don't save Ace…"
"Then we're already dead men walking."
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