Red-Haired Pirates Retreat, Akainu Arrives
Therefore, Akainu, who is known for his ruthless and merciless nature and always ready to fight, unusually chose to remain silent and patient.
He stood at the bow of the ship, the aura of lava surging endlessly, his power overwhelming, yet he remained unmoved, only his cold gaze confronting the enemy from afar, gathering his strength to maintain the navy's top deterrent.
With the arrival of a top-tier Admiral, the situation escalated instantly once again.
The Night Owl Guard, who were originally performing their duties, stopped instantly, moved swiftly, and gathered neatly beside Yashiro and Tekka.
A dozen or so Mangekyo Sharingan users stood side by side, their crimson eyes gleaming brightly. Layers upon layers of terrifying Chakra intertwined and converged, forming an indestructible and fearless barrier of unparalleled combat power, directly confronting the combined pressure of the Three Admirals.
With solemn expressions, Uchiha Chunwu and Uchiha Rin led the new generation of clan members behind them forward steadily, forming a neat formation and standing side by side.
Despite the great battle, the exhaustion of their eyesight, and the fatigue in their bodies and minds, none of the new generation of clansmen showed any fear. Each of them stood tall with their backs straight and their eyes sharp. Their youthful faces were full of the clansmen's unique tenacity and arrogance. They stood quietly behind their elders, ready to go.
On one side of the beach, Ace and Sabo, having finished their meditation, slowly rose.
The two stood side by side, their postures as upright as pine trees, an invisible Haki slowly rising around them, both calm and sharp.
Despite their arduous battles and still not fully stabilizing, the two remained fearless, their gazes fixed on the naval warships on the sea, their stance unwavering, always standing shoulder to shoulder with the Uchiha Clan to fight against their powerful enemy.
The Thousand Sunny rests quietly on the nearshore waters.
Chopper is using his medical skills to take care of Luffy and the injured crew members. The ship is quiet, waiting for everyone to fully recover, keeping a low profile in this top-level confrontation.
On the other side of the sea, the Red-Haired Pirates' fleet stood still.
With Four Blues top-tier Observation Haki, Shanks had already discerned Luffy's recovery status and clearly sensed the tense stalemate that threatened to shatter the entire sea.
The usual calm and gentle smile vanished from his face, replaced by a placid expression. He ordered the people around him in a deep voice, "We should leave."
Lucky Roux clutched the piece of meat, his face filled with genuine reluctance. He couldn't help but ask, his tone tinged with regret, "Captain, we've finally run into Luffy here, aren't you really going to go up and greet him?"
Shanks remained silent for a moment upon hearing this, his long crimson hair fluttering in the wind, his eyes filled with a complex mix of expectation and restraint. Finally, he slowly shook his head, his tone steady and resolute, carrying the wisdom and conviction of someone with experience. "It's not the right time yet. He's still too immature, not yet a man capable of standing on his own and shouldering everything. Meeting him too early will only disrupt his path to growth."
Hongo, Limejuice, and the rest of the crew exchanged glances and shrugged helplessly.
Everyone felt regret, but they had unwavering faith in Shanks ' vision and decisiveness. No one objected, and they silently obeyed the evacuation order.
The Setsuna he turned to return to the ship, Shanks ' gaze suddenly pierced through the vast sea and landed precisely on the Uchiha Yashiro and his group on the deserted island.
That gaze was deep and enigmatic, concealing a complex mix of probing, apprehension, and understanding; it vanished in an instant, utterly secretive.
However, this subtle change was precisely detected by the extremely perceptive Yashiro.
A glint flashed in Yashiro's eyes, his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, and a suspicion arose in his heart.
Everyone knows that Shanks is Four Emperors of the New World and the Emperor of the Sea, but only now does he truly realize that the Red-Haired Pirates are never as simple as they seem.
Shanks ' vision, shrewdness, and hidden depths far exceed what is rumored; he definitely harbors secrets and a stance unknown to others.
Without delving too deeply, Shanks turned and strode back to the ship.
All the Red-Hair crew members returned to their positions, and the pirate ship slowly changed course, quietly withdrawing from this turbulent sea area, neither getting involved, taking sides, nor touching this life-or-death confrontation between top powers.
Seeing that Red-Hair's forces had simply withdrawn, Ryokugyu's eyes flashed with surprise, and he subconsciously wanted to speak up to probe their true intentions.
But before he could finish speaking, Kizaru gently stopped him with a raised hand.
Kizaru's eyes, hidden behind his glasses, were deep and unfathomable; he had already secretly plotted something.
Having served in the Navy's high command for many years, he had long suspected Shanks's hidden identity and knew that Red-Hair and the World Government had never been mortal enemies, but had always maintained a delicate balance of power.
At this moment, rashly engaging in probing and testing will only increase trouble and lead to an uncontrollable chaos.
Seeing this, Ryokugyu had no choice but to suppress his thoughts and refocus his attention on the deserted island, continuing the tense standoff.
A stalemate exists between the mountains and the sea, with lurking dangers beneath the surface.
Looking at the tense situation before him, Ace was filled with guilt and self-reproach.
This whole chaos started because of Luffy, and it escalated into a top-level confrontation between the Uchiha and the Navy, needlessly dragging his friends into a bloody battle.
He stepped forward, his posture sincere, and bowed slightly to Yashiro and Tekka in apology. His tone was earnest and frank. "Mr. Yashiro, Mr. Tekka, the source of today's conflict was my younger brother Luffy. It has escalated to this point, dragging the Uchiha Clan into the war and causing them to be attacked from multiple sides. I sincerely apologize to you both."
Seeing Yashiro, Yashiro rolled his eyes helplessly, his tense expression easing slightly. His tone, filled with familiar sarcasm and exasperation, perfectly reflected their casual friendship. "No wonder Natsu always complains that all the clever minds of your D Clan are probably taken up by Dragon! The rest are just hot-blooded, single-minded idiots like you! You only know how to charge forward without ever thinking about the consequences."
This lighthearted remark lessened the suffocating tension, but did nothing to diminish the tautness of the standoff.
After the Battle of Origin Island and the disbandment of the alliance between the Uchiha and Whitebeard Pirates, the honest and impulsive Ace became friends with the Uchiha clan.
Thanks to the friendship between the brothers Yaoyu and Yakumi, Yashiro and Tekka often drank, chatted, and sparred with Ace. Their friendship wasn't the deepest, but they were old friends who knew each other well and could joke and entrust each other with each other. This time, their banter was casual and sincere.
Upon hearing this, Tekka's cold, hard lips relaxed slightly, a faint smile appearing across his face. He remained silent, but the fierce wariness in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.
Sabo stood quietly beside Ace, his expression cold and solemn. Armament Haki subtly covered his body, and he remained silent and on guard, ready to fight the Marine army side by side at any time.
The entire sea area has fallen into an extreme state of stagnation.
With Three Admirals stationed at sea, and a thousand warships pointing their cannons at the deserted island, the Admiral pressure of lava, vegetation, and particles enveloped the surrounding area, poised to strike and concealing deadly intent.
The entire Uchiha formed a defensive barrier, their crimson eyes reflecting the vast ocean, their Chakra pressure overwhelming the heavens and the earth, refusing to yield an inch, fighting to the death without retreat.