Ice and Fire Split the Island and Shake the World; Foundations Secured in the Four Blues, the Storm Settles!

The first half of the Grand Line, Punk Hazard.

This former Marine scientific research base had become an abandoned, uninhabited island after a poison gas leak years ago. Now, however, the island had become an arena that would decide the Marines' future.

The agreed ten days had passed. Akainu Sakazuki and Aokiji Kuzan, two of Marine Headquarters' greatest combatants, set foot on the deserted island as promised.

On the shore, Kizaru Borsalino leaned against a reef and adjusted his sunglasses as he watched the two men face off. Not a trace of a smile remained on his languid face. He was the sole witness to this decisive battle, and the only person Marine Headquarters could send who might barely hold the two back for an instant when their fight grew heated.

But he knew perfectly well that no one could interfere in this battle from the very beginning. This was the ultimate clash of ice and fire, a fight to the death between two visions of justice, and a turning point that would determine the Marines' fate for decades to come.

On the barren plain at the island's center, Akainu wore a red suit, magma churning around him. Scorching waves of heat distorted the air, and the rocks beneath his feet were charred and molten. Every drop of magma burned a bottomless hole into the ground. His gaze was as cold and hard as iron, holding nothing but uncompromising Absolute Justice.

"Kuzan, withdraw now and give up the position of Fleet Admiral, and you can still remain in the Marines." Akainu's voice was as searing and heavy as magma, carrying an unquestionable pressure. "Your weak justice cannot support the Marines' future."

Aokiji stood opposite him in a dark blue suit, cold air swirling around him. The ground beneath his feet