Chapter 8: Peak at the Marineford
"Th-the hell is this wall?!"
"Damn it—it's steel! Impenetrable steel!"
A fortified bulwark of ironclad barriers had risen from the depths, sealing the pirates within the bay, cutting off their path to the plaza. Not even bazookas, Devil Fruit powers, or even the earth-shattering might of Whitebeard's Gura Gura no Mi could breach its monstrous thickness.
"Kehahahahaaa!"
"Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!"
"So this is why the Navy left Yuji behind, you bastards?!"
"Nay… Though 'tis a fine insurance policy, aye?"
The pirates lured into the bay like fools, now faced a near-perfect encirclement, one that spared the Navy the need for a frontal assault. With their advance blocked by steel and their footing reduced to ice, there was only one outcome…
"Let's Begin…! Great Eruption!"
If the ice itself melted, the pirates would drown as sea-scattered refuse. The higher the bounty, the likelier they were Devil Fruit users—and tossing them into the ocean would cripple their forces in one fell swoop.
"Yuji won't die from this!! Pray you survive long enough to entertain him, pirates."
Aokiji's Ice Age, Kizaru's Ama no Murakumo, Akainu's Great Eruption. That Yuji had repelled all three Admirals' deadly attacks with his Armament Haki alone earned him their grudging respect.
"Kehahaha! Don't you fucking dare flee to the sea now!"
"Ohhh… Sakazuki~… Yuji-kun's slaughtering the pirates who almost escaped drowning~."
"This… is just an execution yard."
"Dead either way! Makes no difference."
Burn alive under raining magma. Drown in the merciless sea. Or be torn apart by Yuji's hands and his sword.
Three choices—all death.
"Surpass Oars, you brat!"
"O-Oyagiiiiiuu…!"
Little Oars Jr., the descendant of the legendary "Continent-Puller," strained against a section of the steel barrier. His gargantuan frame shuddered as he fought to hold it aloft, the pirates' sole hope of survival.
"Jozu! The trump card…!"
"On it!"
Whitebeard barked the order, but before Jozu could act—
"Not so fast, Whitebeard!!"
"Yuji…!!"
The man himself arrived, drenched in blood. Yuji carved through the battlefield, his presence dousing the air in bloodlust as he closed in on the Emperor.
"Pops!"
"Stand back!!"
Whitebeard roared, shielding his sons. Yuji's fists snapped into position—one high, one low—as he lunged.
"GUOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!"
"Rokuogan!"
Whitebeard met him head-on, the Gura Gura no Mi's power erupting from his clenched fist. The shockwaves clashed a cataclysm of Haki and quakes that split the sky.
The ground liquefied. The air screamed. And in that moment, the line between predator and prey blurred… but only for an instant.
"Wh-what the…?!"
"The sky… no, the heavens… they're splitting?!"
"W-wait, where's Yuji?!"
"That brat?! He rode the shockwave straight toward the plaza…!"
Yuji Tono's ultimate Six King Gun clashed with Whitebeard's full-power strike. Though their destructive forces were nearly equal, the lingering aftershocks of Whitebeard's quake succeeded in hurling Yuji backward.
"Gurararara… You retreated the moment I struck…! Barely grazed ya, didn't I…?!"
Yet Whitebeard knew better than anyone, his attack had failed to deal significant damage. The instant Yuji sensed the quake's lethal intent, he'd propelled himself backward at blinding speed with Geppo, minimizing the impact.
"Well, whatever… The path's clear now…!"
A paddle warship kept submerged for emergencies, surged toward Little Oars Jr.'s position.
"Sink that ship!!"
"TOO LATE!!"
"ROOOOAAAAAR!!!"
Whitebeard's goal was to crash the vessel into Oars. But the giant seized the ship single-handedly, heaving it onto the plaza.
"SAVE ACEEEEE!!!"
The pirates finally breached the plaza——
"Ouch! That move's cheating, old man."
"Hahahaha! And that's what you get for taking Whitebeard's blow! and still bitchin'?!"
"Ah, Mr. Doflamingo! I'll drop by Dressrosa again someday. Save me a seat."
"Hahahaha! I'll be waiting…"
Yuji, carried by the quake's shockwave, landed near Doflamingo, one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea.
"Seems like only fodder left here."
"Your Observation Haki's sharp as ever."
Yuji's senses drank in the battlefield. Snatching a fallen blade, he cloaked it in jet-black Armament Haki.
"I'm off to kill Whitebeard. Later."
He sprinted away before Doflamingo could reply. Slashing horizontally, cleaving upward, crushing skulls with ruthless kicks—each motion painted the ice red.
"Lost count after a thousand. Who cares!!"
"GRAAAH!!"
The body count had long surpassed 1,000, but Yuji had stopped counting once the monotony of butchery bored him. His blade dripped red as he tore through the swarms of pirates foolish enough to challenge him, their bloodlust paling against his own.
"Storm Leg."
"Gah—FUCK—!"
A pirate's body split open like overripe fruit, entrails spilling onto the battlefield as Yuji's leg retracted, slick with gore. He barely spared the collapsing corpse a glance, his icy gaze locked on the distant figure of Whitebeard.
"Ace—!!"
The shrill cry drew his attention. Across the war-torn plaza, Straw Hat Luffy sprinted desperately along a narrow bridge leading to the execution platform.
Yuji scoffed. "Let Garp-san or Sengoku-san deal with that brat. This is…"
His eyes narrowed, zeroing back on Whitebeard. The towering Emperor stood like a titan amidst the chaos, bisento in hand, but Yuji's lips curled into a predator's grin.
"...your funeral, old man."
With surgical precision, he unleashed a razor-thin slash—a thread of annihilation—that sliced through the battlefield and pierced Whitebeard's right flank.
"Ngh…! Guh…!"
The Emperor staggered, blood seeping through his coat. A rare flicker of pain crossed his face, and Yuji's pulse quickened.
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