"That is!!!"
"How can something like this even happen!!!?"
Everyone's figures were shrouded in shadow, and when they looked up at the sky, they suddenly saw…
Countless islands were falling toward Marineford!!!
Some of the older Marines stared at this calamity-like scene, and memories instantly surfaced in their minds.
It was more than thirty years ago.
Marineford had suffered such a catastrophe once before!!!
"You are…!!!"
Sengoku looked toward the sky, blood vessels spreading across his eyes. Among the countless falling islands stood a man whose legs were swords, looking down on all beings with arrogance.
"Shiki!!! You bastard!!!"
"It's been thirty years, hasn't it, Sengoku!!!"
Even Whitebeard gritted his teeth at the sight.
"Trying to smash my beloved sons to death? I won't allow that!!!"
Such a massive group of islands crashing down on Marineford—on a battlefield where the majority relied on basic physical strength—whether pirate or Marine, countless would die.
"Hey hey hey, the show hasn't even started. How can you crush all the spectators first???"
Facing a catastrophe far more exaggerated than meteorites, Orin flicked his ash, a trace of impatience on his face.
Working together to attack Marine Headquarters?
How many years ago was that outdated story?
Now, he no longer needed battle to temper himself.
His strength had reached its limit; at least for now, Orin could no longer find room to improve.
Maybe as he found more amusement, his Conqueror's Haki Infusion would increase?
Amid the roaring winds, Orin raised his head to look at the overwhelmingly oppressive cluster of islands.
[Warp-Warp]
"That's Orin! What is he trying to do!!!"
"Does he intend to stop the islands from falling? Even an Admiral can't completely block them!!!"
"Even for the Black Gun, this is far too much…"
Within everyone's despairing gazes,
Orin slowly extended one hand, grasping at the air.
In his vision, it was as though he pinched the islands themselves, then calmly placed them beside Marineford.
One after another,
An invisible giant hand caught each island and neatly arranged them around Marineford.
"Boom!!!"
"Boom!!!"
"Boom!!!"
Towering waves exploded as the islands crashed down, and the earth trembled violently.
Countless people were so terrified their weapons slipped from their hands.
Mouths hung open, unable to even close.
Shiki grinned widely, face full of unrestrained laughter.
"The brat who Roger and I once knocked back with Haki…"
"Don't get carried away, Shiki!!!"
At this moment—
A loud shout rang out.
Beside the execution platform, Garp tore off his cloak.
Whitebeard was here to save Ace, so he didn't want to attack.
The Marines were his own side, so he couldn't attack them.
But you, Golden Lion—a pirate barging in to cause trouble—did you really think this old man's fist has grown weak?!!!
"Let me show you whether my fist still has strength!!!"
"Don't you die too easily, Garp!!!"
The intruding Golden Lion was smashed into the ground like a falling meteor by a single charged blow from Garp.
"Tch… these old monsters from the bygone era never let anyone feel secure."
Sengoku's face darkened, and he immediately shifted his focus to the Whitebeard Pirates.
"Activate the plan immediately!!!"
The encirclement walls trapped the pirates, and then Akainu fired magma shells, smashing the ice apart and boiling the sea.
Using the wide-area destructive power of Logia Devil Fruits, they executed a true "trap" strategy.
Pacifistas fired in unison, cannons bombarded relentlessly, and the Whitebeard Pirates along with Impel Down escapees were forced back repeatedly—misery everywhere.
The Moby Dick was destroyed.
The Whitebeard Pirates' flag was burning.
Even the power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit could not break the encirclement wall in a short time.
The situation was nearly hopeless!!!
Marines stood outside the walls, staring at the inferno-filled "iron barrel." The horrors inside were easy to imagine.
Sengoku stared at the "iron barrel" where the pirates were being annihilated.
At that moment, he heard a voice.
"Hey, Marines."
Sengoku followed the sound and met an extremely sharp gaze—like that of a hawk.
Mihawk crossed his arms, tilting his head toward Sengoku as he spoke calmly:
"Did you forget? Orin is still inside your encirclement."
"D-What?!!!"
Hearing this, Sengoku's pupils constricted instantly.
"Oh my~ Marines, are you planning to wipe me out together with them???"
Facing the magma shells falling toward him, Orin casually tapped them, freezing them in place midair. Stepping on the boiling sea's surface, he walked calmly through the living hell.
He met Whitebeard's gaze.
It held frustration—powerless to do anything—and deep sorrow from watching countless members of his crew die.
Especially with the special encirclement wall, even his invincible Tremor-Tremor power couldn't break it.
A hero in his twilight years was bullied.
He had once witnessed Whitebeard's strength in his youth—maybe he couldn't beat Garp and Sengoku together, but defeating the Admirals and sinking Marineford was no problem.
It was enough to make anyone sigh.
He exhaled softly.
"Well… guess it's part of the tradition."
Orin helplessly spread his hands, eyes narrowing slightly.
Of course, part of it was because the Marines' "move" also included him—something he found rather irritating.
Backstabbing and such—
Orin couldn't remember how many times he'd done it…
One more time wouldn't hurt.
"Bzzzzzzz—"
A strange buzzing sound rang out, mixed with the noise of space cracking under unbearable strain.
Everyone looked toward the composed figure. Even the always-proud Whitebeard couldn't help but lift the corner of his mouth.
"Knew it wouldn't be that simple. That wicked brat."
A black light gathered at Orin's fingertip, seemingly pulling and breaking apart space itself.
The superheated, explosive magma shells distorted as they approached him, then vanished into nothingness.
"Erasure…"
In an instant!!!
The pitch-black beam swept across the distance like a laser.
The special encirclement wall, strong enough to withstand quake power, melted away like snow meeting open flame the moment it touched the black beam.
Perhaps by accident, a little too much power spilled over—and the Marine Headquarters building behind the execution platform was sliced cleanly by the same space-erasing ray!!!
Marines outside the wall froze in shock.
Seeing that black ray that erased space itself, an indescribable fear rose in their hearts.
It was a power unlike explosions, slashes, or quakes—but a power that erased things, wiped them out completely—a power of rules!!!
Everyone was stunned speechless.
Only one tall, thin figure stared with blazing eyes, losing his composure entirely.
"You finally made a move!!!"
"Orin!!!"