Three days passed quietly, but the air felt as thick as stone. For the few who knew what was coming, every second felt like walking on burning coals. To the rest of the world, it just seemed like another normal day.
In a remote area of the New World known for its strange weather, a massive fleet began to gather. Dark, lead-gray clouds hung so low they felt close enough to touch, creating a suffocating pressure. Beneath the waves, powerful currents surged restlessly.
On the surface, the sight was enough to make anyone think the world was ending. Flags that used to be symbols of deadly enemies were now flying side by side in a strange alliance!
The Moby Dick, a giant white whale of a ship, sat like a silent fortress. The members of the Whitebeard Pirates stood solemnly on the deck, their eyes filled with a mix of memories and the fire of a new journey.
The Beasts Pirates followed, their ships decorated with massive animal bones. They gave off a primal, violent Aura. Kaido's "Gifted Ones" let out low, excited growls they could barely keep inside.+2
The Big Mom Pirates arrived in their colorful ships that looked like a floating candy kingdom. Their "Homies" fluttered around nervously while the Charlotte family children gripped their weapons tight.
Several Revolutionary Army warships sat low and steady in the water. They had no flashy markings, but the strict discipline of the "World's Most Dangerous Criminals" was clear to see.
Further out, modern warships from the Golden Group moved into position. Deep underwater, the Sun Pirates led by Tiger and elites from the Fish-Man District swam like deadly torpedoes. This unprecedented combined fleet was a direct challenge to the entire world order.
At the very front was a small, sleek black ship called the Conqueror. Takuro stood alone at the bow, his short black hair ruffling in the wind. He wasn't wearing armor, just his simple clothes with his hands in his pockets. His scarlet eyes were fixed on the distant Red Line, the massive wall of rock that served as the backbone of the world.
Behind him stood a group of legends: Robin, Gion, Whitebeard, Marco, Katakuri, Smoothie, King, Dragon, Ivankov, Ginny, and Lucci. Even though Lucci was a prisoner, he was allowed to move under heavy guard. These fighters were powerful enough to make the seas shake, yet they all stood in silence, watching the man in front of them. The air was thick with the smell of salt and the cold feeling of steel.
"Gurarara... It has been a long time since I felt this kind of excitement," Whitebeard's deep laugh broke the silence. He stood like a mountain, clutching his massive weapon, Murakumogiri. "The last time this many people gathered for one goal was at God Valley, wasn't it?"
Dragon kept his hood up, his face very serious. "But this time, we don't have allies like Roger. We are fighting a system that has ruled for eight hundred years."
"Hee-haw! That is exactly why it's so much fun, Dragon!" Ivankov shouted, waving his huge fists in the air. "Let's smash all this old, rotten garbage to pieces!"
Kaido took a long drink of sake, his eyes burning with a need to destroy something. "Worororo! The top of the world is right in front of us! I want to see how easily it breaks!"
Big Mom licked her lips greedily, thinking of gold and candy. "Mamamama... Let's get started! I can't wait any longer!"
Gion gripped her sword, Konpira, so hard her knuckles turned white. As a Marine, she felt she should be fighting against this group, not with them. She looked at Robin's calm face and then at Takuro's back, letting out a heavy sigh of determination. Nearby, Lucci stood like a stone statue. He stared at the Red Line with pure hatred in his eyes, needing this war to wash away his shame with blood.
Suddenly, Takuro slowly took his right hand out of his pocket. He didn't give a long speech or try to fire up the troops. He simply raised his hand and pointed his fingers at the distant shadow of the Red Line.
In an instant, a terrifying energy began to gather around him. It was impossible to describe. The dark clouds in the sky began to spin in a massive circle around his palm. The sea started to boil and sink, making the giant ships of the fleet toss around like bathtub toys.
A blinding golden Ki exploded from Takuro's body. It looked like solid golden flames shooting into the sky. The metal deck of the Conqueror groaned and began to crack under the pressure. The ocean water was pushed away by the force, forming a giant bowl-shaped hole around the ship.
"What... what kind of power is that?!" King gasped from behind his mask. Even from a distance, the heat and pressure were overwhelming.
"It's... much stronger than it was in Totto Land..." Katakuri said, his scarf flying wildly in the wind. Using his Observation Haki, he tried to see the future, but all he saw was a world of gold and destruction.+2
Whitebeard, Dragon, Kaido, and Big Mom all looked on with grim expressions. They could tell that Takuro was using far more power than they had ever seen before. In Takuro's scarlet eyes, there was no more laziness—only a cold, sharp Battle Intent.
He pulled his arm back and then thrust it forward with all his might.
"Final Flash!!!"
This wasn't a warning or a test. This was the horn that signaled the start of the final war.
A massive beam of white light, wider than any ship, tore through the air. It crossed the endless ocean in a heartbeat. As the light passed, the seawater wasn't just pushed aside—it was erased. It left a deep, empty canyon in the ocean with walls of water a thousand meters high on each side. The dark clouds were blown away, revealing a fragile blue sky.
Time seemed to stop. Everyone in the combined fleet watched in total shock as the beam of destruction slammed into the sacred cliffs of the Red Line at a speed no one could track.
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