"Dammit!"
Aokiji gritted his teeth, frantically releasing Freezing Qi, but it was still useless.
Garp roared, his body shooting toward the giant wave like a cannonball.
His right fist was wrapped in dark red Haki Lightning, his entire form resembling a burning meteor as he slammed fiercely into the center of the wave.
"Fist Bone: Galaxy Impact—!"
A single punch unleashed!
Countless streams of Haki Lightning erupted from his fist, exploding in the air!
The punch landed solidly on the giant wave!
BOOM—!!!!
A deafening roar!
The giant wave was blasted open with a massive hole hundreds of meters in diameter!
Seawater splashed everywhere, Shockwaves radiating outward!
But...
That giant wave stretched over ten kilometers long and stood three thousand meters high.
The hole Garp blasted appeared so insignificant before that massive wall of water.
The void lasted less than three seconds before being filled by the surrounding seawater.
"Run for your lives!"
On the ice, Marines frantically sprinted toward the warships on the left.
Pirates ran desperately toward the fleet on the right.
But most people simply couldn't outrun that colossal wave.
RUMBLE—!!!
The towering wave, over ten kilometers long and three thousand meters high, finally crashed down with devastating force!
In that moment, heaven and earth trembled!
Seawater surged like ten thousand stampeding horses, devouring everything in its path!
Ships were overturned and torn apart!
People were dragged into the deep sea, washed away without a trace!
The entire battlefield was completely cleansed!
Aboard the Oro Jackson.
Everyone clung tightly to the gunwales, masts, and ropes, awaiting the moment of destruction.
Buggy anxiously paced in circles on the deck, running back and forth:
"We're done for! We're done for! We're done for! We're going to die!!!"
Shanks grabbed him:
"Buggy! Stop running! Hold on tight!"
Rayleigh looked grimly at Roger:
"Roger! What should we do?"
Roger sighed:
"Leave it to fate. Everyone prepare to be washed into the sea!"
Fortunately, there wasn't a single Devil Fruit Ability user on their ship.
And all crew members knew how to swim.
Even if the ship capsized, they could at least survive.
The giant wave crashed down!
BOOM—!!!
The Oro Jackson was tossed high by the wave, then slammed down heavily, everyone on board thrown off balance.
But—
The ship didn't capsize.
When the wave passed and the sea returned to calm, the Oro Jackson still floated on the water's surface.
On the deck, the Roger Pirates sat drenched and exhausted, gasping for breath.
"We... we're still alive..."
"A miracle... this is truly a miracle..."
Buggy crawled out from under a pile of debris, face smeared with snot and tears:
"Wahh... I didn't die... I didn't die..."
Shanks lay beside him, grinning:
"Buggy... we survived..."
Rayleigh stood up, looking around.
The Golden Lion Pirates' dozens of ships were almost completely annihilated.
Most of the Marines' twenty warships had been scattered and shattered by the giant wave.
Those pirates and Marines were now washed away to unknown locations.
Only they—the Oro Jackson—remained unscathed.
"Roger." Rayleigh turned to Roger.
Roger stood up, looked at the scene before him, and suddenly broke into a wide grin:
"Hahaha! Brothers! Let's get out of here!"
He didn't believe for a second that powerhouses of the caliber of Golden Lion, Garp, Sengoku, Kizaru, and Aokiji would be drowned by a massive tidal wave.
Once they recovered, escaping would be impossible.
"Set sail!"
The Oro Jackson raised its sails and sped toward the distant horizon.
...
The New World, an unnamed island.
Sunlight bathed the dense jungle, and a sea breeze gently brushed the sandy shore—everything was tranquil and peaceful.
However, this tranquility was soon shattered.
On the island's western coast, a massive pirate ship with a whale-head prow slowly approached.
The white whale whiskers crossed at the bow, along with the crescent-shaped emblem—it was the Whitebeard Pirates, renowned throughout the New World.
"Pops! Something seems to be happening on the island!"
On the deck of the Moby Dick, a lookout pointed toward the island and shouted.
Everyone looked over and saw the beasts that had been inhabiting the island frantically fleeing toward the other side.
The crew began murmuring among themselves.
"The beasts are all running this way. Could there be something powerful on the island?"
"Marco, why don't you go check it out first?"
Marco—the young man with the pineapple-shaped hairstyle—was currently hanging upside down from the mast, hands behind his head, looking utterly lazy.
"No," he flatly refused. "That would ruin the fun."
He flipped down from the mast, landing lightly on the deck, and walked over to Whitebeard:
"Shall we go ashore, Pops?"
Whitebeard grinned. He could already sense it—that familiar presence.
"Of course!"
...
Meanwhile, on the island's eastern coast.
The Roger Pirates were holding a feast.
A bonfire was lit on the beach, the aroma of roasting meat filling the air.
Barrels were opened, and liquor was poured into large bowls.
Everyone sat in a circle, eating and drinking heartily, laughter and chatter echoing around.
Buggy sat on a rock, holding a slab of roasted meat bigger than his face, devouring it in large bites.
"Delicious! So good!" he mumbled through a full mouth.
After finishing the last bite, he licked his fingers with satisfaction, then pulled out a telescope from his waist and stood up to scan the distance.
As an apprentice crew member, Buggy was always full of curiosity.
He loved using his telescope to observe this unfamiliar island, looking for interesting spots, dangerous beasts, or places where treasure might be hidden.
He climbed onto a taller rock nearby, raised the telescope, and began scanning the surroundings.
To the north, nothing special—just dense jungle.
To the south, nothing much either—a few small streams flowing.
To the west—
Buggy froze.
In the telescope's view, a massive pirate ship was slowly approaching the island.
"Wh-Whitebeard Pirates!!!"
Buggy's face paled, his voice cracking with panic.
He frantically adjusted the telescope's focus and saw figures disembarking from the ship, stepping onto the island.
Even more terrifying, one of them—a man dressed in samurai attire—looked up and glanced directly in his direction.
"This is bad!" Buggy jumped down from the rock and scrambled toward the campsite:
"Whitebeard Pirates sighted off the western coast of the island! They're heading this way!"
The banquet fell silent.
Everyone exchanged glances.
Then—
Roger stood up, grinning widely:
"Whitebeard? Long time no see."
He stretched his shoulders, his eyes blazing with excitement:
"Let's give them a proper welcome!"
"Wooo—!!!"
A unified cheer erupted as fighting spirit surged through the crowd.
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