God Valley was a wellspring of surprises and chaos.
From this island onward, the strongest faces of the three great camps would step into history.
Roger and Garp would finally erupt into their full power as the new generation's pinnacles.
Kaido's cohort would slink into the shadows and brood.
And Sharn — he was already the future War Flag in Sengoku's sights.
"Peace will come!" Sengoku thundered.
"You mad dogs raised by Rocks only tear things apart!"
"Killing Celestial Dragons to become the next Celestial Dragons yourselves — that's not order, that's nonsense!"
"Building order takes time. What you break will take even longer to fix!"
Sengoku's frame swelled; a brilliant golden light dusted his skin until he seemed gilded.
His words were iron: destroy the cradle of this evil, then end its corruption.
"Sharn!" Kaido roared, dragon horns sprouting beside his oni horns as he charged in hybrid form.
His kanabo crackled with combined lightning and armament haki.
"Our fight hasn't even started yet!" Kaido bellowed.
Sengoku looked down at the two. He recognized Kaido's shape at once — a Zoan with draconic traits, lightning that didn't read like any ordinary beast. An ancient or mythical drift to it.
"Fish-Fish Fruit — Mythical Zoan — Azure Dragon form!" word spread — even captives like Ivankov and Ginny knew the name.
Sengoku, Admiral of the Navy, could not have been ignorant.
"And there are two of them!" Sengoku's pupils pinched.
Kaido's electricity shimmered blue-white; Sharn's arced violet light. Both stood giant in man-beast shapes, but Sharn fought bare-fisted while Kaido swung his club.
Kaido laughed that odd, fish-like laugh of his — he had assumed his fruit was the wonder. Then he turned and saw Sharn — the black dragon he'd found so absurd earlier — and his jaw dropped.
Sharn's fist curled. He had slaughtered the Celestial Dragons the God Knights and Five Elders tried to shield: he'd completed Choice Two, and the rewards had already arrived. Rokushiki techniques — Kami-e and Geppo — now flowed through his movements, completing the rudiments of the Navy's Six Powers. His body had strengthened; his agility and control sharpened. The compass rewards stitched his talents together: Mink electricity, Zoan flesh, Rokushiki finesse.
He felt the thread Kaido had also mentioned — a line inside, pulling at raw potential. Tear the thread free someday; the ripping out of the bones would be what armament haki meant. Iron block brought strength; kami-e brought suppleness. When the human limit broke, Geppo made walking in air possible.
Sharn, scaled and purple-lit, faced Sengoku and grinned. Kaido bristled, fangs bared. The two rising supernovas of the Rocks Pirates stood on a Navy battleship's deck, staring down the highest military power of the age — Vice Admiral Sengoku himself.
"You two arrogant brats!" Sengoku roared. "You have no future! The underwater shipyards will be your grave!"
Sengoku's palm unleashed a Buddha-light shockwave that sheared off part of the warship. Both Kaido and Sharn were slammed back, blood blooming in their mouths.
"Dragon scales? That's fruit-skin, idiot Kaido!" Sharn spat as he met Sengoku blow for blow. He reveled in the pain: power becoming clarity, damage becoming knowledge.
"Join me — let's build a crew of our own!" Kaido swung his club; Sharn answered with a punch. Two meteors of youth, newly ascendant, battering the Navy's fore. The deck cracked beneath them; Sengoku's haki and fruit power fused into a tidal, searing force.
"Who do you think a Fleet Admiral is? A playmate?" Sengoku thundered, palm descending again and again. The ship shuddered; explosions rippled through its timbers. Sharn felt his insides twist — without his amplified body he'd have been shattered. Sengoku at his peak truly lived up to his name.
"Look upon the world one last time," Sengoku intoned, hands like a golden hammer. "When you open your eyes again, it will be a prison of darkness." His strike after strike poured relentless, measured judgment.
Still, Kaido laughed madly. The Mythical Zoan's vitality flooded him; he loved the pure sensation of strength. The two fighters traded blows, fell back, rose again — each strike a lesson in pain and power.
The warship detonated. Even three decades before later naval craft, for Sengoku to blow a vessel apart barehanded was terrifying on a scale few could imagine.
"Quake!" Whitebeard's signature move tore toward Steel-Bone Kong. His punch touched the Admiral's form, and the very earth trembled. Waves rose as if the sea itself wanted to swallow God Valley. Ships, gripped by Shiki's control, stampeded and smashed into the port — marines scattered like leaves.
"Damn!" someone cried. "All these powers could end the world!"
"How many monsters has this 'game' made?"
Sengoku grabbed Sharn in a titanic grip; Kaido went to batter the Admiral senseless. His head pulsed with rage. Zef, young and hard-faced, slammed into the fray too — "Who made this barbaric game? They played and it broke." Tashigi and others watched the tide of violence with horror — only Rocks and a few cared for the anarchy.
Back at the harbor, Sharn ripped into dragon form again: the classic Zoan heat-jet — Hot Breath! Both he and Kaido expelled columns of roaring flame.
"Stubborn fools!" someone slurred lazily. A flask of wine winked in the light — Captain John, drunk and defiant, spat a gout of flame. "You think you're the only fire around? Come, John!" he hiccupped, a tipsy inferno.
Sengoku's gaze swept the chaos. People later would call him the strategist — in an age full of brute force and titans, he remained a mind honed for the world. He stood opposed to two other pillars: Zephyr's relentlessness and Garp's reckless justice. Even so, facing contemporaries like these massive pirates, Sengoku did not flinch.
"Also me — Sengoku!" boomed a voice that seemed to be the island itself. Wang Zhi, fused with part of God Valley, had become a gargantuan living hand — a monolith that smashed toward the fight. He had fused land as his arsenal. Each time Rocks, Shiki, or Shiki's forces struck, Wang Zhi adapted by fusing where he stood. A stone hand the size of ten warships crashed down.
"Good luck, trainee sailors!" he roared.
John's drunken eyes sharpened; for once the pirates weren't only rescuers — they seized the chance to strike at Sengoku's authority. The pirates' shouting rose: "Don't underestimate the Rocks Pirates!"
— and the island answered with a howl of steel, fire, and roaring sea.
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