Iron Fist.
The title of "Hero of the Shinobi World" wasn't given to Garp simply because he fought his enemies with his bare fists during the Warring States Period.
It was because of his overwhelming power.
The first time this power appeared was during Garp's battle against the Uchiha clan.
Back then, the Uchiha clan head wasn't the future Madara, but his father, Uchiha Tajima.
It was during Tajima's siege that Garp first used the ability that would give birth to the name "Iron Fist."
In that battle, the Sharingan, Fire Style techniques, shurikenjutsu, ninjutsu, taijutsu, genjutsu, everything the Uchiha prided themselves on, were all shattered by those fists.
Before Garp's fists, every Uchiha technique was meaningless. Even Tajima suffered irreparable injuries during that battle and passed away shortly afterward.
From that moment on, Garp's ability became known throughout the ninja world as… the Iron Fist.
"Kazekage-sama, be careful of his fists."
A flash of old rumors and legends about the Iron Fist rushed through Chiyo's mind. She immediately shouted toward Rasa.
She didn't have much hope, but she still clung to a sliver of it, that seeing the legendary Iron Fist with his own eyes might make Rasa wake up from his reckless impulse.
"Go back, Kazekage-sama. That is the Iron Fist once said to have suppressed even the Senju and Uchiha brothers during the Warring States Period."
Ebizo stared at Garp's fists, hardened with Armament and Conqueror's Haki, his face twisted with horror and dread.
Garp hadn't even attacked yet. Just showing the Iron Fist was enough for Ebizo to feel that long forgotten breath of death pressing against his throat.
He couldn't even imagine what would happen if Garp truly threw a punch.
"I can't go back."
Rasa's heart wavered when he heard Chiyo and Ebizo's pleas.
But then he remembered how he'd insisted on this mission before leaving the village and remembered the bold declarations he had made in front of the Sand ninja earlier.
Shame and despair swallowed him whole.
He had stood too high. He had spoken too boldly.
And now that everything had collapsed at once, his youthful pride couldn't accept retreat. Neither could his heart.
"Garp."
With this thought, Rasa extinguished the last trace of hesitation and false hope inside him.
Instead of backing down, he pushed his chakra to its absolute limit, increasing the number of gold dust spears as far as he could.
"Magnet Release?"
"Kazekage?"
"Sunagakure?"
"Hahaha, I won't be going all out, so just take this small punch from this old man."
…..
"Galaxy Impact!"
Facing the sky-darkening storm of gold dust spears shooting toward him from every direction, Garp threw his head back and laughed. Then he lifted a hand and punched forward.
His fist wasn't aimed at any target. He didn't try to hit anyone or anything, as he wasn't trying to go all out.
It was as if he were punching the very air itself.
Yet the moment he swung that fist, Rasa, Chiyo, Ebizo, Tsunade hiding in the shadows, the Ino-Shika-Cho trio, and every Sand ninja present were horrified to see the borderland between the Land of Wind and the Land of Rain lose all color.
As the attack left Garp's hand, the world rippled with red-black waves.
The instant those waves appeared, they spread outward in every direction like water ripples, drowning the sky and desert alike, wiping away all color in an instant.
Everyone on the battlefield, everyone standing at the junction of the two countries, saw only a single-color left in their world.
"All the colors… they disappeared."
"How is this possible? Is this a genjutsu?"
"No. There's no genjutsu in existence that can trap thousands of people at the same time."
Yashamaru, Maki, and Pakura, all born and raised in the era of the Hidden Villages, were overwhelmed by the sight before them.
Ever since Garp had resurfaced, the Five Great Villages had dug up old intelligence about him, distributing information on his so-called legendary Fist.
But mere written descriptions and their own imagination couldn't possibly convey how terrifying this power truly was.
Only by witnessing it with their own eyes, only by feeling it tear into reality, did they finally understand the despair and fear their predecessors, those ninja and samurai of the old era, must have felt.
"So, this is why my granduncle always warned us, never let yourself see the black fist. If you see it… run. Run no matter what, abandon everything and just run."
"This is the legendary Iron Fist recorded in our family history."
"So, the 'black torrent that drowns out everything'… this is what it meant."
"This power… this isn't something humans should possess."
Tsunade, Shikaku, Inoichi, and Choza stared blankly at the world swallowed by black waves.
The shock and terror in their hearts surged like a storm tide, lingering with no sign of fading.
They were born into great clans. Their elders from the Warring States Period had all been on friendly terms with Garp.
Because of this, the Senju and the Ino-Shika-Cho clans all had detailed records about the Iron Fist.
And yet, even with those records, they had never truly understood them.
Not until Garp threw his punch.
Not until they watched, with their own eyes, the legendary Iron Fist unleashed, the black waves devouring everything, reducing the world to a single color.
Only now did they finally understand the feelings their ancestors must have had when they wrote those histories.
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