The New World.
A large Navy Warship sped across the sea. What set it apart was its figurehead, shaped like a dog's head gnawing on a bone.
"You won't get away, Roger!"
Marine Vice Admiral Garp stood at the bow and shouted, holding a solid black iron ball coated in Armament Haki.
With a powerful swing, Garp hurled it straight at the Roger Pirates' Oro Jackson.
Boom!
The sound of it tearing through the air exploded in their ears. The iron ball shot out like a cannon shell, carrying terrifying waves of energy.
"Dream on if you think you can catch me, Garp! It's been over twenty years, and nothing's changed, has it? Give it up already."
Aboard the pirate ship being pursued, Roger laughed as a silvery blade flashed. With Ace in hand, he slashed.
With a clang, Roger knocked the iron ball straight into the sea.
But he had far more than one iron ball to deal with.
There were hundreds.
Navy Soldiers brought two large crates to either side of Garp, both filled with solid iron balls.
Yet their contents dwindled before their very eyes.
Garp's arms moved so fast as he grabbed iron balls and hurled them toward the Roger Pirates that no one could follow his movements. All they could see were blurs.
"You're not getting away! I've brought plenty of ammunition this time. You only slipped away last time because I hadn't prepared enough."
Garp's laughter carried across the water.
Each solid iron ball was coated in tremendous Haki. Propelled by Garp's immense strength, they moved so fast that friction with the air heated them until they glowed.
Like meteors, they rained down on the Oro Jackson from every direction. There was no way the enormous pirate ship could evade an attack like this.