Sengoku's Shock
"Fleet Admiral! It's an urgent request for assistance from Lieutenant Vice Admiral Gion's Adjutant!" The communications soldier rushed in, his face pale, grabbing Den Den Mushi, his voice trembling.
Sengoku frowned, took the Den Den Mushi, and spoke with a hint of impatience—"The Gion Fleet is the elite squadron of the main force. To deal with an unknown race from the West Blue, you need to use the highest emergency line?"
But the urgent report coming from the Den Den Mushi the next second made his impatience freeze instantly. His hand holding the Den Den Mushi tightened suddenly, his knuckles turning white.
"Fleet Admiral! Emergency! The Uchiha Clan's fighting strength on Origin Island far exceeds expectations!"
The opposing side has a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy whose combat strength is comparable to or even slightly stronger than that of Vice Admiral Gion, another top-tier Vice Admiral Level combatant, plus more than twenty lieutenant Headquarters Vice Admiral, hundreds of Rear Admiral, hundreds of colonels, and hundreds of elite lieutenant colonels!
Gion Vice Admiral has been entangled with that boy. Our entire army is in dire need of assistance. We request immediate support from the main fleet of headquarters!
The Adjutant's voice was choked with sobs, and the sounds of artillery fire and screams in the background were clearly audible, piercing Sengoku's ears through the Den Den Mushi.
Sengoku was stunned for a moment, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his face was filled with disbelief. He subconsciously asked, "What did you say?! Say it again! More than twenty Vice Admiral Level? Hundreds of Rear Admiral? And one who is comparable to the Yonko Commander Level in Gion?!"
He served as Fleet Admiral for decades; what kind of storms hadn't he weathered?
Such a combat force configuration completely overturned his understanding.
Gion is a candidate admiral in the Navy, with combat strength comparable to the vice-captains of the Four Emperors. There are only a handful of people on the entire sea who can easily overpower her, let alone the fact that the other party is just a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy!
As the Adjutant intermittently supplemented the details, explaining the combat strength of the Uchiha clan, the strange abilities of the Sharingan, and Natsu's nearly 100-meter-tall Susanoo, Sengoku's astonishment completely faded, replaced by a deep-seated horror.
He slowly released his grip, and the Den Den Mushi fell onto the desk with a "thud," but he seemed oblivious, staring blankly out the window at the Marine Headquarters plaza, muttering to himself, "Crazy... Utterly crazy..."
The naval chief of staff, Tsuru, who was sitting to the side organizing intelligence, heard the conversation between the two and his quill pen fell to the paper with a "whoosh," causing the ink to smear widely.
She stood up abruptly, her expression changing drastically. Her once composed eyes were now filled with panic and gravity. She strode to Sengoku's side, her voice trembling slightly. "Sengoku, is what the Adjutant said true?"
With over twenty Vice Admiral Level and hundreds of Rear Admiral... this configuration, except for the lack of Admiral Level combat power, is enough to crush any force except the Marine Headquarters!
Having seen countless people in her life, Tsuru had already overestimated the Uchiha Clan when she received the initial intelligence from Gion, and specifically reminded Sengoku to send reinforcements. However, she never expected that she had still underestimated them—underestimated the scale of their fighting force, and even more so, underestimated the terrifying strength of that young man.
"Yes, we underestimated him..." Sengoku slowly came to his senses, his face so dark it could drip water. He slammed his fist on the desk, instantly cracking a jagged fissure in the solid wood surface.
"We thought they were just a nomadic group with special abilities, at most comparable to a large pirate crew in the New World, but who could have imagined that they had grown to this level!"
He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in his heart, his tone heavy as if a thousand-pound boulder was pressing down on him. "You do the math, with this kind of combat power, even the Four Emperors' pirate crews of the New World..."
Without Emperor Level captains like Whitebeard, Big Mom, and Kaido in command, the Yonko Commander and subordinates alone would be no match for them!
Once they fully establish themselves in the West Blue, and even venture into the New World, the entire landscape of the ocean will be completely disrupted!
Crane gripped the handkerchief tightly in his hand, his fingertips turning white, his brows furrowed into a knot. "What's even more terrifying is that their clansmen start at the lieutenant colonel level, and they also Sharingan, a strange ability that allows them to predict attacks, making them virtually invincible at the same level."
"Gion is being held up by that boy, and its fleet won't last long. If reinforcements arrive late, they might be completely wiped out!"
When Sengoku closed his eyes, the horror in them was replaced by determination when he opened them again.
He grabbed the Den Den Mushi, his voice cold and urgent, echoing throughout the entire Marine Headquarters command system: "Immediately issue the order! Summon all available main fleets of the Marine Headquarters, led by myself, and rush to the aid of Origin Island in the West Blue at full speed!"
Furthermore, inform Admiral Kizaru to abandon the current clearing mission and immediately proceed to the West Blue to provide support! We must not allow this Uchiha Clan to completely spiral out of control!
The marble floor Room of Authority gleamed coldly. Five composed faces froze, and the casual conversation vanished instantly, leaving only the sharp ringing of the Den Den Mushi echoing in the empty hall.
The voice coming from that gold-plated Den Den Mushi carried the barely concealed trembling and horror of the CP0 members; every word struck the hearts of the Five Elders like a heavy hammer.
"What?! The Uchiha Clan has such combat power? More than twenty vice Vice Admiral Level, and even a top expert who can suppress Gion?" The Five Elders in charge of intelligence clenched their fists tightly, their knuckles turning white. For the first time, disbelief and astonishment appeared in their usually calm eyes.
They were long accustomed to controlling the overall situation and had a thorough understanding of the combat strength of all forces in the world, yet they never imagined that such a terrifying force was hidden in the seemingly calm waters of the West Blue.
With combat power far exceeding expectations, unparalleled Sharingan predictive abilities, and a young powerhouse capable of rivaling Gion, this is no small clan to be easily subdued; they are clearly a hidden behemoth!
"Useless!" one of the Five Elders, dressed in a Daoist robe and with a sinister expression, cursed under his breath, his composure completely vanishing.
"All the previous intelligence was rubbish! Who would have thought that such an obscure tribe would have such a profound foundation?"
He originally thought that with CP0 and the Navy's fleet, he would be able to take down the Uchiha Clan, but he did not expect that the enemy's strength had become so great that it could rival the Navy's main force.
Another of the Five Elders, holding a scepter, slowly stood up. His gaze swept over the other four, and his tone was solemn and unwavering. "What's the panic? Immediately establish emergency communication with Sengoku and order him to provide support to Origin Island at all costs. Make sure the situation is under control!"
He paused, remembering the layout of the new world, and frowned even more, "Also, notify the CP0 headquarters and send additional elite support to ensure that this ethnic group cannot completely lose control."