Summit War 11: Akainu: Marines Who Bear Justice! Kill Them!
"Uchiha Style: Sword Crossing Flame"
Sixteen Tachi were drawn simultaneously, the fire-attribute Chakra on their blades exploding into scorching sparks on the Pacifista's steel nape.
The ear-piercing sound of the blade cutting through metal lasted only a brief moment before abruptly ceasing—the heads of more than a dozen Pacifista were neatly severed almost simultaneously, the cuts still retaining the dark red warmth of the flames.
The remaining Pacifista quickly turned their cannons around, and golden beams shot towards the black-clad ninjas who were within arm's reach, piercing their chests.
Then, a burst of white mist exploded, leaving only a charred, withered Deadwood where the beam of light had passed.
Substitution Technique.
The next second, those dozen or so figures reappeared silently behind the remaining Pacifista, holding their Tachi horizontally, flames reigniting on the blades.
"Uchiha Style: Flame Blade Slash!"
The moment the blade fell, the heads of more than a dozen Pacifista rolled off their steel bodies almost simultaneously, the cuts still retaining the dark red warmth of the flames.
From the moment the Uchiha Clan appeared until now, only thirty seconds have passed, and the Navy's Pacifista force, which they rely on, has already been mostly destroyed.
Those steel monsters, costing as much as a warship, lay scattered on the ice, their wreckage still flickering with orange flames, reflecting on the horrified, speechless faces of every Navy Soldier.
On the Execution Platform, the face of the Sengoku was so black it seemed to drip ink.
His fingers gripped the railing, his knuckles making a soft creaking sound.
"Gion! Tokikake! Take them down!"
Almost at the same instant the order was given, Momousagi and Chaton leaped from either side of the Execution Platform, unleashing their full strength as candidates for Admiral, their swords flashing and their Haki creating sharp whistling sounds in the air.
However, just as they reached the halfway point, a dark purple arc-shaped slash came hurtling from the direction of the Moby Dick, like an invisible giant scythe slamming into the ground in front of them.
The stone slab shattered, and the shockwave sent Momousagi's blond hair flying backward, while Chaton's hat brim was lifted by the force of the shockwave, bringing both of them to a stop.
The ground beneath their feet was torn open by that slash, creating a deep ravine tens of meters long.
"They're here?!" Sengoku's pupils suddenly contracted, and he subconsciously tilted his head in Kizaru's direction.
But before the order could be given, his expression changed again.
On the bow of the Moby Dick, a middle-aged man in a greyish-white robe looked down at the entire square.
A hundred-meter-tall energy giant enveloped him, its dark purple Chakra skeleton resembling the remains of an ancient god, gleaming with a cold, eerie light under the smoke-filled sky.
Those crimson Mangekyō Sharingan slowly rotated, sweeping over the Navy Soldier on the plaza who looked as insignificant as ants, their indifference utterly undisturbed.
"Demon-Subduing Ghost Clan - Uchiha Fugaku!"
"The Fierce-Eyed Ghost Demon with a Bounty of One Billion Beli!"
"The vice-head of the Uchiha Clan?!"
Whispers of terror spread rapidly through the naval ranks like a plague.
The soldiers' palms were drenched in cold sweat as they gripped their weapons. Several veterans in the front row who had experienced the West Blue War were pale-faced and their lips were trembling.
They still remember that battle; thousands of people, less than six hundred returned alive.
The figures emerging from the flames, and those standing on the high walls and the bows of the ships before us, wore the same Gunbai emblems and had the same scarlet eyes.
"Wait— the Uchiha Clan has appeared here, the fifth Emperor of the Sea... the Godslayer Uchiha Natsu with a bounty of 4 billion Beli..." Someone uttered these words in a trembling voice, and the entire defensive line fell silent as if someone had choked them.
Facing threats from both Whitebeard and Uchiha Natsu, two Emperor of the Sea, is a situation that cannot be encompassed by the word "war."
Aokiji stood on the edge of the ice, looking up at the figures on the high wall who were sheathing their swords.
More than twenty pairs of scarlet Sharingan shone brightly in the dim light of the battlefield.
His expression remained lazy and indifferent, but his eyes had unconsciously become more serious—the combat strength of more than twenty Vice Admiral Level was not an exaggeration in his Observation Haki perception.
"Hey, hey, hey, this joke's gone too far," he muttered to himself.
"As expected of the Uchiha Clan, known as the Demon-Subduing Ghost Clan, bringing out more than twenty Vice Admiral Level at once, how terrifying." Kizaru had retreated to the ground Execution Platform at some point, still speaking in his usual nonchalant tone, but his hands were no longer in his pockets.
Like Sengoku, his Observation Haki had already spread across the entire square, like an invisible spider web, sweeping inch by inch over every shadow, every wisp of smoke, and every corner where someone might be hiding.
Standing on the high platform, Sengoku's gaze swept across every corner of the battlefield like that of a hawk.
Uchiha Fugaku made his move, and all twenty of the Uchiha -Kage Level ninjas appeared, but where was Uchiha Natsu?
He forced himself to calm down, expanding his Observation Haki to their fullest extent, his perception overwhelming the entire Marineford Cathedral like a tidal wave.
Whitebeard's shockwave roared at the head of the bay, Garp's fist exploded in the air, Akainu's magma surged underground, Aokiji's frost spread across the ice, and Marco's Phoenix Flames hovered above his head—all of this was as clear as the lines on his palm in his perception.
But beyond all these people, the aura he most sought remained elusive, as if it had melted into the air, or like a shadow lurking behind all light, making it impossible to detect its presence.
Fear travels faster than bullets on the battlefield.
The Uchiha Clan appeared for only thirty seconds, and most of the Pacifista fell. Susanoo at the bow of the ship, even the veterans who had experienced the West Blue War subconsciously took a half step back.
In the front ranks, some men's hands trembled as they gripped their knives. It wasn't fear of death, but the deadly bewilderment of not even knowing who their opponent was. Panic spread through the ranks like the flu, and whispers gradually drowned out the commander's orders.
Then the sound exploded.
It didn't come from Den Den Mushi, nor from a loudspeaker; it was blasted out of the chest cavity of a man standing at the forefront of the battlefield, his body still emitting black smoke from cooled magma.
"What are you afraid of?! What are you terrified of?!" Sakazuki's baseball cap was pulled low, obscuring most of his face, but the several bleeding gashes on his jaw, along with his clenched teeth, made every word sound like a hardened steel nail.
"Marine soldiers who bear the name of justice—are you going to swallow back the oath you swore when you enlisted just because a bunch of damned pirates are standing in front of you?!"
The soldiers in the front row instinctively straightened up.
He took another step forward, his military boot crushing a still-burning plank, sparks flying onto his trouser leg, but he didn't even glance at it.
"These scum who plague the ocean are right before your eyes! For every one you kill today, the ocean will be a little more peaceful tomorrow! If you shrink back out of fear—"
What about the civilians living by the sea? What about their children? Are they to live their entire lives in fear, waking up every day worried that pirates will have a knife to their throats?!
He raised his hand to straighten the brim of his hat, tilted his head back, and his voice wasn't a shout, but rather a suppressed roar that suddenly exploded.
"Stand up straight! Follow me! Kill all these scum!!"