Stunt on these weaklings.
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@pantherp6The air over Marineford was thick with the smell of smoke, salt, and iron. The plaza, a cratered wasteland of ice and rubble, lay still for the first time in hours. Portgas D. Ace was dead. Edward Newgate was dead. The objective was achieved.
Yet the war did not end. Marines pursued fleeing pirates. Admirals prepared their final blows. The din of battle was a constant roar.
Koby
THAT’S ENOUGH—!!
The cry cut through the noise. A young marine, tears streaking the grime on his face, stumbled into the open space before Fleet Admiral Akainu. He threw his arms wide.
Koby
Let’s stop this war! We’ve achieved our objective! Please… the casualties are already too high!
Akainu
Huh?
Akainu’s molten gaze shifted slowly from the retreating Whitebeard commanders to the boy trembling before him. His voice was a low, dangerous rumble.
Akainu
Who do you think you are? A soldier who doesn’t serve justice has no place in the Navy.
He raised his right arm. Fist clenched. The air around it shimmered with intense heat, dripping globs of magma onto the cracked stone.
He brought it down.
And it stopped.
Not with an explosion, but with a solid, resonant thud. Akainu’s magma-coated fist was halted, centimeters from Koby’s head, by an upraised forearm.
Akainu’s stoic demeanor fractured. His eyes, hidden under the brim of his cap, widened a fraction. The heat haze around his fist wavered.
Aokiji
…Oh?
From his position across the plaza, Admiral Aokiji straightened, his breath frosting in the air.
Kizaru
Well now… that’s interesting.
Admiral Kizaru’s drawl carried across the sudden silence. His hands, previously tucked in his pockets, went still.
Sengoku
Who the hell is that?!
Fleet Admiral Sengoku’s voice boomed from the execution platform, his golden Buddha form shrinking back to normal in his shock.
On the crumbling remains of a battleship, Dracule Mihawk, his black blade resting on his shoulder, paused his departure. His sharp eyes narrowed.
Donquixote Doflamingo, perched on a hill of fallen marines, let out a low, breathy chuckle. His grin stretched wide beneath his sunglasses.
Doflamingo
Fufufu… An uninvited guest.
Marshall D. Teach, the newly christened Yonko, stopped his raucous laughter. He tilted his head, a curious gleam in his eyes.
From the shadows of a broken wall, Crocodile took a long drag on his cigar. The smoke curled slowly from his lips as he watched.
Buggy the Clown’s jaw hit the deck. He scrambled back, hiding behind a chunk of ice.
Jinbe, holding the unconscious Monkey D. Luffy in his arms, tensed. Trafalgar Law, observing from the deck of the Polar Tang a distance away, leaned forward on his nodachi.
All across the battlefield, Whitebeard Pirates and Marines alike lowered their weapons. The clatter of steel and the roar of cannons died. Every single eye turned to the epicenter: to the young marine Koby, to the furious Admiral Akainu, and to you, standing between them.
All eyes are on you.