Legends reunited!
Marine Headquarters Marineford
The news of the Navy Martial Arts Tournament was like a thunderclap in the deep sea, creating an unprecedented frenzy throughout the entire naval system.
In just two days, the number of Vice Admiral who signed up has exceeded twenty, almost encompassing the entire mid-level elite of the navy.
The Training Ground was filled with the booming sounds of Haki collisions, with the clash of swords, the roar of cannons, and the explosive Shockwaves rising and falling.
Even the cafeteria has been transformed into a tactical meeting room, with discussions around the tables filled with Haki cultivation techniques and close-combat skills.
Although the Rear Admiral and Commodore were not qualified to participate, they were equally excited and spontaneously formed an observation group.
The plan is to gain practical experience from the battles between the strongest players through this tournament, and even to make bets in advance to predict who will be among the top three.
Ultimately, the Martial Arts Tournament was set for a long-abandoned, uninhabited Deserted Island near Marineford.
Roy personally established an absolute barrier around the island, capable of blocking Observation Haki, image transmission, and infiltration reconnaissance.
"This island will become a testing ground for naval powerhouses."
"The outside world will never know what's happening here."
Sengoku stood on the deck of the Warship, gazing at the Deserted Island in the distance, and nodded slightly. "Well done."
Upon hearing the news, Enel immediately stood up and demanded to participate.
"Why can't I participate?!" Thunderous shout sent office desks and chairs flying.
Roy calmly sipped his tea. "Your mission, Ace's mission, and Law's mission is to go to the New World to wipe out Pirates and, incidentally, draw outside attention."
Sakazuki added, "This is a strategic necessity; there's no room for discussion."
Enel gritted his teeth, but faced with the combined suppression of the two powerful figures, he could only leave in anger.
"Some Pirates are going to be in big trouble..."
In a stormy sea in the New World, a Pirate ship over 100 meters long is fleeing frantically, the waves being torn apart by lightning.
"Boom--!"
A bolt of lightning, a hundred meters in diameter, descended from the sky, instantly engulfing the entire Pirate ship; not even a speck of wood could float to the surface.
On the other side, Ace, furious, rushed to the bow of the ship. "Enel!! I failed to get the target again!!"
Enel sat cross-legged atop Thundercloud, a cold smile playing on his lips, "Not happy? Come on, let's fight!!"
"Boom!!"
Flames erupted, but were shattered by lightning the next second.
"You think I wouldn't dare?! Let's find a Deserted Island and have a fight, you bastard Raiden!!" Ace roared.
Luo sighed and rubbed his forehead in exasperation. "These two idiots... can't they just focus on their mission?"
On the day of the competition, a giant arena stood in the center of the Deserted Island under the sun, surrounded by spectator stands.
Sakazuki led the entire hawkish faction to the front lines, Doberman, Onigumo, and others exuded murderous intent;
Kuzan, unusually, didn't sleep in; instead, he lazily sat on an ice crystal Throne watching the battle.
Kizaru arrived late with Sentomaru, and leisurely sat down on a chair next to Kuzan, crossing his legs.
Gion wore a purple cheongsam with Kompira hanging from her waist, her expression composed.
Tokikake a cigarette dangling from his lips, Jia Ji squinted at his potential rival, a smile playing on his lips.
Sengoku stood atop the high platform, his cloak Hunting Roar in the wind, the sound echoing like war drums:
The rules are simple--
"Unrestricted combat, but killing or maiming is prohibited!"
"The winner advances, and the top three will have the chance to choose their own Devil Fruit!"
As soon as he finished speaking,
"Whoosh--!"
Sengoku suddenly ripped off the red cloth behind him, revealing three Devil Fruits on the display stand that gleamed in the sunlight. The surrounding air seemed to be compressed by an invisible force, and the entire venue instantly fell into a deathly silence.
The first fruit: The peel is pale silver, and the surface is engraved with flowing wind patterns. A gentle breeze surrounds the fruit, bringing up wisps of air, as if it is about to fly away from the display stand at any moment.
The second fruit: its body is as heavy as a rock, its dark gray surface is inlaid with natural stone patterns, and the surrounding ground seems to be slightly sunken by its Gravity: Press, exuding an aura of indestructible stability.
The third fruit: It is golden white all over, with a shimmering surface. When the sunlight shines on it, it shines brightly, and even the air is filled with tiny specks of light that are refracted.
Three fruits hung silently on the display stand, emanating distinctly different senses of oppression: light, heavy, and glaring.
Below the arena, the Vice Admiral's breathing became rapid, and an unprecedented flame ignited in their eyes.
"Is this... the reward Roy prepared...?"
"Whoever gets one can practically instantly become a top-tier fighter!"
Meanwhile, the Navy Martial Arts Tournament - Referee's Table
"Roy!! You're being so unfair!!"
Garp's voice boomed like a war drum, making the entire referee's table creak. He waved his fists like a defiant old child, his beard bristling.
"I'm a lieutenant Vice Admiral too! Why can't I compete?!"
Roy sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Grandpa Garp, you're going to go on stage. Aren't you just trying to mess with their mentality?"
The Three Admirals quickly and collectively "disappeared" --
Sakazuki silently lit Cigar, pretending to stare at the horizon.
Kuzan leaned back in his chair with his eyes closed, looking as if to say, "I didn't hear anything."
Kizaru simply transformed into his elemental form, floating into the air, "Wow, that's it!"
The air in the referee's box seemed to freeze for a moment.
Just as Roy was having a headache, a deep, powerful voice came from behind. "Garp, you bastard, shut up."
"Um?!"
Garp turned around abruptly and saw Zephyr striding towards him.
The sunlight shone on him, his robust physique like a wall of steel, his aura even stronger than when he was young!
"This old guy... his demeanor has changed?!"
Garp's eyes widened suddenly, and a long-lost light burst forth from his pupils.
Zephyr grinned, clenched his fist, and unleashed Haki like a tsunami. "What? Is there something on my face?"
Garp paused for half a second, then suddenly burst into wild laughter. "Wahahaha!!"
"Bang--!"
The two men stepped forward simultaneously, their arms colliding violently, their hands clasped together. The shockwave overturned the teacups on the referee's table, and even cracked the table itself!
Garp laughed heartily, "I've been waiting for you for a long time, Zephyr!"
Zephyr's eyes burned with fighting Zephyr. "After we've finished fighting these brats, let's find a place and have a good chat!"
Garp clenched his fist, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "I couldn't be happier!!"
"Hahaha--!"
The two men laughed loudly, their voices so powerful that they drew the attention of the entire navy.
On the high platform, Sengoku and He stood side by side, their eyes filled with emotion as they looked down at their two old comrades-in-arms.
Sengoku sighed softly, "So many years have passed... and these two are finally standing side by side again, just like they did back then."
The crane's beak curled slightly. "That fruit is really suitable for him."
"That kid Roy..."
Around the arena, the naval officers erupted in discussion upon seeing this.
Gion covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes sparkling. "Zephyr- sensei... seems to have gotten younger."
Jiaji Tokikake had been holding a cigarette, dropped it to the ground and stared intently at Zephyr: "Zephyr's aura is even more terrifying than it was back then!"
Sentomaru, holding an axe, scratched his head and exclaimed, "Uncle, what kind of magic potion did Zephyr take?!"
Kizaru pushed up his sunglasses, squinting slightly. "Roy must have given me something 'amazing'~"
Sakazuki scoffed, but his gaze held respect. "That's the demeanor of a veteran in the Navy."
Kuzan, a rare sight for him. "The navy's flag has returned."
Roy stood to the side, watching Garp and Zephyr's backs as they walked side by side, a smile playing on his lips.
"What the Navy needs is precisely this kind of 'legendary' return."