It's all because of those damn pirates—this time he must teach them a lesson!
And whoever is behind all of this shit are really bizarre.
Even Vegapunk cant do something so bizzare like this!
...
On Jaya Island
A group of division commanders returned to their base in high spirits, grinning from ear to ear, arms slung over each other's shoulders as they cheered.
Whitebeard was in the courtyard, wielding his massive bisento, Murakumogiri, with masterful precision.
His movements were fluid and powerful, each swing carrying the sound of wind and thunder.
Under the sunlight, his towering figure looked really imposing.
The bisento in his hands moved like a nimble dragon—sometimes coiling and soaring, sometimes slashing straight down—every strike brimming with strength and grace.
"Haah!"
With a final swing, Whitebeard stood firm, having completed an entire sequence of techniques.
His expression remained as calm as ever, his breathing steady, showing no signs of exertion from the intense exercise.
On the contrary, his eyes gleamed with excitement, clearly pleased with his performance.
Gazing at the bisento in his hands, a deep sense of satisfaction welled up in his heart—this weapon was not just his tool, but his friend and partner.
The surroundings were silent, save for the occasional chirping of birds breaking the tranquility.
Whitebeard stood there, quietly feeling the power coursing through his body, as if the entire world had frozen in that moment.
After a while, he tightened his grip on the naginata again, seemingly ready for another round.
This scene happened to be witnessed by Ace and the others, who had just returned.
They hurried over in concern.
"Pops, even though you've recovered, you should still take it easy."
Jozu also chuckled as he approached him.
"Pops, we all know you're still in your prime, but you really should listen to Ace and rest."
"Gurararara! Since when do you brats get to lecture me?"
With a forceful thrust, Whitebeard planted Murakumogiri into the ground, instantly creating a massive crater.
Cracks spread outward, splitting the earth into countless fragments.
The sheer force of the impact sent ripples through the air, as if time itself had momentarily stopped.
"I know my own condition. No need to worry."
Only then did he ask why they were so happy.
"What's with those faces? Did Aokiji fail to get the upper hand against you?"
At this, they grew even more excited, eagerly recounting their glorious battle.
Amidst the clamor, it took Whitebeard a while to piece together the details.
"Gurararara! Well done, you brats!"
"But once Aokiji returns to Marine HQ, Sengoku, Garp—those old bastards won't let this slide so easily."
"This sea is destined to remain turbulent."
Though he said this, his expression showed no concern whatsoever.
The others felt the same—not a trace of worry among them.
With Ron on their side, who was there to fear?!
If anything, it was the Marines who should be afraid of them!
"Pops, we'll go deliver these blood samples to Ron first."
"Right, right, fresh blood is definitely better. Perfect timing to check on the Vice-Captain research progress."
"The Ice-Ice Fruit! That's an Admiral power. Never thought we'd get our hands on something like this!"
"Hehe, I can't wait any longer! I'm going ahead first!"
Seeing his sons' high spirits, Whitebeard also grew interested and decided to join them in visiting Ron.
"Gurararara, what a joyous day. i want to see Ron too."
The group soon arrived at Ron's research base.
Seeing how busy he was, they realized just how hard their vice-captain worked.
While they spent their days drinking and feasting, Ron toiled away in the lab from dawn till dusk.
This thought tugged painfully at their hearts.
"Our vice-captain is truly selfless!"
"Working day and night just to make us stronger... It's so moving, hiks hiks..."
"Ron treats us too well! How can we ever repay him?!"
The group stood at the entrance, weeping messily, beating their chests, hugging each other for comfort, repeatedly chanting Ron's name as if he'd died.
"Hey hey hey, what's all this? Crying your eyes out at my doorstep like you're holding a death ceremony for me."
Ron emerged from the lab wearing a pristine white coat, his face a mix of confusion and surprise, his eyes reflecting the daze of someone who'd just witnessed something unbelievable.
"Hahaha, Ron!" Ace's eyes lit up the moment he saw Ron, as if greeting a long-lost friend.
He excitedly rushed forward and gave Ron a massive bear hug.
However, Ace's enthusiasm proved overwhelming.
"Cough cough..." Ron gasped from the sudden display of affection, nearly suffocated.
He struggled to push Ace away, but the other seemed oblivious to his excessive strength.
"Alright, alright, I haven't even notified you guys yet. Why are you here so early?" Ron finally managed to speak, his tone laced with both exasperation and amusement.
"Did you eat some precognition fruit or something? Knew my experiment was about to succeed?"
Hearing that Ron's experiment was nearing completion, the group was utterly shocked.
"... Vice-Captain, what did you just say? The experiment's about to be done?"
"Which means... I'm about to become a dual-Devil Fruit user?!" Someone couldn't contain his excitement, nearly going mad with joy.
"Vice-Captain Ron, you're simply too incredible!"
Ron rolled his eyes at their flattery—though he had to admit he enjoyed it.
"Fine, fine. Just tell me why you're really here today."
Not daring to delay, they promptly produced several small bottles containing varying amounts of blood.
"Blood?"
Ron didn't expect this grand visit to be over something so trivial.
Couldn't they have just sent someone to deliver these blood samples?
He glanced up at Whitebeard, who simply smiled back at him knowingly.
"Ron, let me tell you—the blood they're holding is Aokiji's, and it's still fresh."
.....
Upon hearing Whitebeard's words, Ron drew a sharp breath and feigned extreme surprise in his tone.
"What?! You're saying this blood is Aokiji's!"
Then he broke into an ecstatic expression, "This is perfect! With this blood, we can have an Ice-Ice Fruit user too!"
Though much of Ron's shock was an act, he was genuinely puzzled—how the hell they managed to obtain Aokiji's blood?
...