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Garp sat comfortably on a wooden chair by the shore, the salty breeze ruffling his Marine coat as he munched on rice crackers. The serene scene was deceptive, belying the tension that crackled in the air.
Garp had chosen this island with care—its vast, sturdy landscape would be more than enough to handle the titanic clash that was about to take place. His observation Haki had already sensed the familiar, overwhelming presence drawing closer, and a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
Sure enough, a tiny speck appeared on the horizon, rapidly growing larger. It was Edward Newgate, Whitebeard himself, traversing the sky in his own unique way. Unlike the Marines who relied on the Geppo technique to move through the air, Whitebeard was using his tremor powers, each launch sending shockwaves rippling through the atmosphere. The ground trembled slightly with each distant impact as he closed the distance.
"Boom!"
The earth shook as Whitebeard landed with a thundering crash just a few meters from where Garp sat, a giant of a man standing tall amidst the dust and debris that his arrival had stirred up. Despite the chaos, Garp didn't flinch. He casually popped another rice cracker into his mouth, the sound of his munching cutting through the silence that had settled between the two legendary figures.
"Garp!" Whitebeard's deep, booming voice reverberated through the air, filled with a mix of surprise and curiosity. "Long time, no see. How have you been?" His tone was casual, but there was an underlying tension, a recognition of the gravity of their encounter.
Garp finally stood, brushing off the dust that had settled on his Marine coat. He cracked a grin, his typical carefree attitude on full display.
"Newgate! You really are a miser, aren't you? You come all this way to visit an old friend, and yet you come empty-handed?" Garp's teasing tone contrasted sharply with the serious undertone of the moment, a habit of his that could disarm even the most tense situations.
Whitebeard snorted, his deep laugh rumbling like distant thunder. "You're still the same, Garp. Always looking for a free meal." But beneath the banter, Whitebeard's sharp eyes missed nothing. He knew why Garp was here, and the realization brought a flicker of something dark and unreadable across his face.
"After what happened at God Valley, yours is the last Marine face I expected to see here in the South Blue," Whitebeard said, his voice lowering as he planted his Naginata into the ground with a resounding thud. The blade cut deep into the rocky surface, standing like a monument to the power he wielded.
Garp's expression shifted subtly, his goofy demeanor giving way to a more serious, almost somber tone. The easy smile faded, replaced by the hardened resolve of a man who had seen too much.
"Tell me, Whitebeard, why are you here?" Garp's voice was steady, but there was a hint of accusation in his words. "I believed your Whitebeard Pirates weren't interested in the allure of fame, power, or status. Was I wrong? Were your words about not needing anything simply fake?"
As he spoke, Garp slipped the half-empty packet of rice crackers inside his shirt, as if the mundane act could somehow defuse the tension. But there was no denying the weight of his question. It hung in the air between them, heavy and unyielding.
Whitebeard met Garp's gaze, his eyes narrowing slightly. "I was not aware I needed to inform anyone of my movements across these wide seas," Whitebeard replied, his voice low and steady, carrying the weight of his authority. "I am Whitebeard. I roam the seas at my whim, free as the wind."
For a moment, the two legends stood in silence, the tension between them palpable. It was a reunion, yes, but it was also a confrontation—a clash of ideologies, of paths that had diverged long ago yet remained intertwined by the currents of fate.
Garp chuckled, though it lacked his usual warmth. "Free as the wind, huh? But even the wind has its limits, Newgate. Even the wind can be caught in a storm."
Whitebeard's lips curled into a slight smile, but there was no humor in it. "Is that what you're here for, Garp? To be the storm that tries to catch me?"
Garp didn't answer immediately. Instead, he took a step closer, his gaze unwavering. "I'm here to make sure the storm doesn't destroy everything in its path. I'm here to keep you from doing something you'll regret."
"Garp! Do you really think you can stop me?" Whitebeard's voice boomed like thunder as his Haki surged, crashing against the waves with a force that sent them recoiling. The sea itself seemed to bow before the immense power he wielded.
Yet, Garp remained unflinching, the intensity of Whitebeard's Conqueror's Haki nothing more than a gust of wind against his own indomitable spirit. Garp's Haki rose in response, equally majestic and unyielding, meeting Whitebeard's force head-on.
"Bwahahahaha! Newgate, I don't just think—I know!" Garp bellowed, his laughter echoing through the air as the atmosphere around them shifted. The time for pleasantries between old comrades had ended; now, it was a Marine against a pirate, a battle between titans who had shaped the world with their very wills.
Their Conqueror's Haki clashed violently, the tangible energy crackling like bolts of lightning as it surged between them. The island beneath their feet groaned under the pressure, tilting as if the very earth was struggling to withstand their combined might.
The sea churned dangerously, waves rising and crashing in chaotic fury, mirroring the tumultuous energy in the air. Even miles away, where the Marine and Whitebeard pirate ships lay anchored, the sheer force of their Haki could be felt.
Those whose wills were not strong enough crumbled under the pressure, collapsing where they stood. The ships themselves groaned and creaked, visible cracks spreading across their hulls as if they, too, were struggling to endure the immense power.
"Gulp… Look… Look at the sky! Monsters… They must be monsters…" A young Marine stammered, clinging desperately to the last shreds of his consciousness. His wide eyes reflected the sight above—where the sky seemed to split apart, the heavens themselves colliding under the might of two titanic forces.
The midday sun had vanished, swallowed by the brewing storm that blotted out the sky, casting the sea into a shadowy, foreboding darkness.
"No, they're not monsters. They're beyond that… They're gods, true gods," whispered a pirate, his trembling hand clutching a pendant as he sought courage in the face of the awe-inspiring scene before him.
Both Marine and pirate alike looked on with growing dread, their hearts pounding with the realization that they were mere mortals, spectators to a clash of deities. None dared interfere; they knew they would be nothing more than cannon fodder in such a battle.
As if summoned by the sheer magnitude of their power, a storm brewed on the horizon. Lightning streaked across the darkened sky, illuminating the turmoil below. Bogard, however, remained calm, sitting casually on the dog-shaped figurehead of the Marine ship, his gaze fixed in the direction of the island. He alone seemed unfazed by the cataclysmic battle unfolding nearby.
On the island, the heavens opened up in a torrential downpour, as though the very world wept in anticipation of the coming destruction. Whitebeard moved first, his massive halberd coated in Haki as he swung it in a devastating downward slash. The air screamed in protest as the weapon cleaved through it, the force of the attack splitting the earth beneath it.
"Boom!" The sound was deafening—a thunderous roar that echoed across the island. But Garp, in a display of sheer power, caught the halberd with his left arm, his own Haki flaring as he absorbed the impact. The ground beneath him cracked, but Garp remained unmoved, his eyes locked onto Whitebeard's.
Without hesitation, Garp launched a punch with his right hand, his fist glowing with the blackened sheen of Haki. Whitebeard responded in kind, his own fist infused with the power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit, causing the very space around it to crack and crumble. The collision was inevitable.
"Newgate!" Garp roared, his voice filled with the determination of a man who had fought countless battles, each one a testament to his strength.
"Garp!" Whitebeard bellowed in return, the name of his old rival and friend carrying the weight of decades of history.
Their fists collided with a force that defied comprehension. The impact created a massive depression, with the ground buckling and shattering under the sheer pressure. A crater hundreds of meters wide formed at the epicenter of their clash, the earth itself giving way to their power. The aftershock rippled outward, tearing through everything in its path—rocks, trees, boulders—all disintegrating into nothingness as if they had never existed.
The sea roared in response, waves rising like mountains before crashing down with apocalyptic force. The sky above crackled with lightning, the storm intensifying as the battle raged on. It was as if the very world was being torn apart by their struggle, a testament to the unparalleled power these two legends wielded.
Garp and Whitebeard, two legends whose names alone could inspire fear or hope, stood facing each other on the rugged, rain-soaked terrain of the isolated island after the initial clash. Around them, the world seemed to hold its breath, as if the very fabric of reality was aware of the titanic clash about to unfold.
Without warning, Whitebeard launched himself forward, his massive halberd swinging in a deadly arc. The weapon, infused with the power of his Tremor-Tremor Fruit, tore through the air, distorting space as it approached Garp.
The force behind the swing was enough to cleave an island in two, but Garp was no ordinary opponent. Instead of evading the blade, he countered with a punch aimed at Whitebeard's weapon. The two attacks clashed, tearing the island apart.
Garp's fist, coated in an impenetrable layer of Haki, immediately switched gears and rained down hundreds of Haki-infused punches, each attack powerful enough to punch through an island,
Whitebeard roared, coating his weapon with a white halo in addition to the haki and swinging it, countering each punch with equal ferocity.
Garp, however, seemed relentless, and one of the punches managed to slip past the tremor barrier and collide with Whitebeard's side. The impact sent shockwaves rippling through the ground, creating fissures that spread outward like spiderwebs.
The island quaked under the force of the blow, but Whitebeard barely flinched. His ironclad muscles absorbed the brunt of the attack, and he retaliated with a swift knee to Garp's midsection.
The knee struck with the force of a cannonball, and Garp was momentarily lifted off his feet, the ground beneath him exploding into shards of rock and earth. But even as he was propelled backwards, Garp twisted in midair, using the momentum infused his body with haki to deliver a spinning kick to Whitebeard's temple.
"Boom…!!!"
The kick connected with a resounding crack, sending out a shockwave that resounded for miles, and Whitebeard staggered, blood spraying from a gash that opened on his forehead.
But Whitebeard was a man who had fought countless battles, stood against the mightiest of foes, and emerged victorious. He couldn't help but chuckle and wipe the blood from his brow, a savage grin spreading across his face. "You haven't lost your touch, Garp!" he roared, swinging his halberd in a wide arc that sent a shockwave tearing through the air.
If not for the two parties countering each other's attacks, the island would have been in shambles already. This was no longer simply an exchange; it seemed like a primal brawl , two apex beings fighting for dominance over the seas.
The shockwave obliterated everything in its path—trees were uprooted and flung aside like twigs, boulders shattered into dust, and the very ground split open, forming deep ravines that crisscrossed the island.
Garp, sensing the incoming attack, leaped high into the air, narrowly avoiding the devastating attack. As he soared above the battlefield, he balled his fists, Haki crackling around them like black lightning.
"Meteor Fist!" Garp bellowed as he descended with the force of a meteor. His punch collided with the ground where Whitebeard had been standing just a second earlier, creating an explosion of earth and stone that sent debris flying in all directions.
The impact was so powerful that it caused the surrounding cliffs to crumble, their massive slabs of rock crashing into the sea below.
But Whitebeard had moved with blinding speed, avoiding the full brunt of the attack. He reappeared behind Garp, his halberd glowing with the ominous light of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit. With a grunt of effort, he swung the weapon downward, aiming to split Garp in two.
Garp turned just in time, crossing his arms to block the strike. The force of the halberd meeting Garp's Haki-coated forearms sent a shockwave outward, flattening everything within a mile's radius.
The ground beneath Garp's feet gave way, and he was driven into the earth, creating a crater that rapidly filled with water from the surrounding sea. For a moment, it seemed as if Whitebeard had gained the upper hand, but then the ground erupted as Garp launched himself upward, his fists a blur as he unleashed a barrage of punches on Whitebeard.
Each punch was a force of nature, each one capable of shattering steel and bone. But Whitebeard met them all head-on, his own fists moving with a speed and precision that belied his massive frame. Their blows collided in midair, creating shockwaves that rippled outwards, tearing through the landscape and sending plumes of dust and debris skyward.
The island itself began to suffer under the relentless onslaught. Massive chunks of land were torn from the ground, thrown into the air by the force of their clash. The seas surrounding the island boiled and churned, whipped into a frenzy by the aftershocks of their battle. Ships that had been anchored miles away were rocked by waves that seemed to come from nowhere, their crews struggling to keep them afloat.
Garp and Whitebeard were moving faster than the eye could follow, their forms blurring as they exchanged blows with a ferocity that defied comprehension. They fought not just with strength, but with a skill honed over decades of battle. Every movement was calculated, every strike designed to find an opening in the other's defense.
Whitebeard, sensing an opportunity, feinted with his halberd, drawing Garp's attention before following up with a massive right hook. The punch connected squarely with Garp's jaw, sending him flying across the battlefield. Garp crashed into a cliffside with enough force to shatter it, the entire structure collapsing in on itself. But before the dust could even settle, Garp exploded out of the rubble, his expression fierce, his eyes blazing with determination.
"You'll have to do better than that, Newgate!" Garp taunted as he closed the distance between them in an instant. He delivered a bone-crushing punch to Whitebeard's sternum, the impact of which reverberated through the island. The force of the blow sent shockwaves rippling outwards, creating a pressure wave that flattened everything in its path.
Whitebeard staggered, but he remained on his feet. He retaliated with a devastating uppercut, his fist imbued with the power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit. The punch connected with Garp's chin, sending him skyward. As Garp ascended, Whitebeard followed, using his tremor powers to launch himself after his opponent.
High above the battlefield, the two titans clashed once more, their fists meeting in a cataclysmic collision that sent shockwaves rippling through the clouds. The sky above them cracked and shattered like glass, the force of their Haki tearing it asunder. Lightning flashed, illuminating the darkened heavens as the storm intensified.
From their vantage point on the ships, both Marines and pirates watched in awe and terror as the two legends battled above the sea. The sheer scale of the fight was beyond anything they had ever witnessed. Every clash of their fists sent ripples through the atmosphere, every impact a reminder of the power these two men wielded.
As they fought, Garp and Whitebeard seemed evenly matched, their blows landing with equal force, neither giving an inch. They were warriors at the peak of their strength, and the island trembled under the weight of their conflict.
With a roar, Whitebeard unleashed a massive quake punch, the air distorting around his fist as he brought it down towards Garp. The force of the attack was enough to tear the very fabric of reality, and the shockwave that followed was cataclysmic. The ocean below parted as if cleaved by a giant blade, revealing the seafloor as water was pushed aside by the sheer force of the attack.
"Blue Hole!!!"
But Garp, countered with a punch of his own, his fist glowing with the black energy of Haki. The two punches met in the air, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. The world held its breath as the two titanic forces collided, creating an explosion of energy that sent shockwaves radiating outwards in every direction.
The island was split apart by the force of their clash, with massive sections of land breaking off and sinking into the sea. The sky above them split open, creating a chasm of darkness that threatened to swallow everything. The seas roared in response, waves towering as high as mountains crashing down with the force of an apocalypse.
But even amidst the chaos, Garp and Whitebeard stood firm, their gazes locked in an unspoken challenge. Neither was willing to back down, neither willing to yield. This was a battle of wills as much as it was a battle of strength—a test to see who would break first.
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