Clang!
Whitebeard's bisento stabbed into the ground beside his foot. Draped in a white coat, he leaned forward slightly, crossed his arms before him, and clenched both fists. Anyone familiar with Whitebeard knew this was the stance he used to wield the Tremor-Tremor Fruit.
Whitebeard grinned. The muscles in his chest tensed, the veins in his neck bulged, and an utterly terrifying pressure filled the air.
"Stop him!"
Sengoku roared from the execution platform. The war had begun far more suddenly than expected, erupting directly into its most intense phase.
Aokiji suddenly vanished from the chair atop the observation tower, leaving behind a wisp of cold air.
Not far from the three Admirals, a pale-skinned boy of around ten stood with his arms folded.
"Hey, hey, what's going on? Wasn't Whitebeard supposed to trigger an earthquake at sea in the original story, causing a tsunami to roll toward Marine Headquarters? But this feeling... this doesn't seem like he's simply causing a tsunami."
The boy seemed terrified. Most perception-type users shared cowardice as a weakness. The stronger their perception, the more pronounced it was, because they could sense terrifying things outsiders could neither see nor hear—things they could never come into contact with.
"Not an earthquake at sea? Are you sure?"
Behind the boy, a muscular man standing around three meters tall spoke.
"Absolutely not..."
The instant the boy finished speaking, Whitebeard, standing at the bow of the Moby Dick, swung both fists outward.
Boom!
Whitebeard's fists struck the air like hammers. Cracks appeared in the air on both sides, and the coat draped over his body fluttered violently.
Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack...
The air on both sides of Whitebeard's body split apart. A vibration spread outward from him as its center, beginning to expand toward both sides of