The first light of the sun stretched across Yukiryu Island, casting long shadows over the icy forest and frozen shores. As the morning mist began to lift, two powerful silhouettes emerged on the horizon from the leading ship of the Marine battalion. One was a massive man with somewhat graying hair and a wide grin—the Marine hero, Monkey D. Garp. Beside him stood Sengoku the Buddha, stern and composed, a man whose calm demeanor concealed terrifying power.
Garp's booming laughter echoed over the water, causing the Roger Pirates on the ship to stir uneasily. "Bwahahaha! I know that ship! Where's Roger?! I can't sense the bastard anywhere!" Garp called out, his voice filled with humor and excitement, as though a reunion was long overdue.
There was a moment of tense silence on the Roger Pirates' deck before Douglas Bullet, still battered from his recent skirmishes, limped to the ship's edge. His muscles were swollen with adrenaline, and he glared down at the Marine fleet. "You scum..." Bullet spat, wiping blood from his lips. "You think you can question us?"
Before anyone could react, a sudden surge of Conqueror's Haki exploded from Bullet like a tidal wave, rattling the Oro Jackson, Marine Battalion, and sea beneath him and sending weaker Marines on the distant ships stumbling to their knees.
"Bullet! Stop! Wait for Captain Roger!" Buggy barked from below, but Bullet was deaf to reason. With a sinister grin, he turned back toward the Marines.
"We're not backing down," Bullet snarled. Then, with a mighty leap, he launched himself off the ship, the wind howling around him as he descended toward the Marine fleet.
Sunbell, the Fishman crew member, flashed a toothy grin at Bullet's words. "Guess it's time for me to dive in, too." With an elegant twist, Sunbell hurled himself overboard and vanished beneath the icy waters. The ocean was his playground. No cannon, no humans, could match his speed beneath the waves.
On deck, Bullet screamed his technique with unbridled fury:
{ARMOR ASSIMILATION}
The debris around him—the rocks, metal, and even stray ice shards—merged into his body, forming an hard layer of armor. Bullet's Armament Haki coated the exterior like blackened steel, further amplifying his already monstrous strength. His body gleamed under the rising sun, a colossal juggernaut charging toward the Marine fleet.
'Douglas Bullet, The Demon Hier', Garp sees that he's injured, had just fought, but instead of cowering, he was the first one to take command and fly forward.
Garp's grin only widened as he kicked off the battleship's deck with such force that the wood splintered beneath him. The Marine hero soared through the air like a cannonball, his fist cocked back, shimmering with black and red Armament Haki.
"Bwahahaha! You've got guts, kid! Let's see what you've got!"
With a deafening boom, Garp's fist met Bullet's, and the air itself seemed to rupture. A shockwave exploded outward, sending ripples through the ocean and cracking the ice along the shore. The clash echoed like thunder, throwing both combatants backward from the impact.
[On the Sea, Battle Ships]
As the chaos on the shore between Garp and Bullet raged, another fierce battle erupted on one of the Marine ships. Sunbell, the Fishman member of the Roger Pirates, launched himself from the sea and landed with a thunderous crash on the deck of the battleship where Sengoku the Buddha stood. The towering marine, unmoved by Sunbell's sudden entrance, calmly removed his pristine white Marine coat and tossed it aside. His expression remained cold and unreadable, as though Sunbell's arrival was little more than a mild inconvenience.
Without a word, Sengoku shifted into a combat stance, lowering his center of gravity. His fists clenched, radiating the quiet intensity of someone who had fought countless battles and emerged victorious every time.
Sunbell cracked his neck, crouching low like a predator ready to strike. "A man of few words, huh?" he muttered, water dripping from his slick blue skin. This ship was no place for a Fishman, but Sunbell didn't care. This was enemy territory, and he was going to tear it apart.
Suddenly, Sengoku's fist shot out like a bullet, his knuckles coated with Armament Haki, glowing faintly black. Sunbell, shoots out some water pellets but Sengoku deflects them. Segoku ready's his swing, the force behind the punch was monstrous, and Sunbell barely had time to react. Crossing his arms in front of him, he caught the blow head-on. The impact sent him skidding backward across the deck, his feet scraping against the wooden planks, leaving deep grooves as he struggled to stay upright.
"Damn… Heavy!" Sunbell grunted as he shook out his arms, the strength of the punch still radiating through his bones. But before he could retaliate, a massive figure suddenly shot out from the shadows.
With a roar, Seagull Guns Nozdon—a hulking giant of a man—charged at Sengoku, swinging a massive fist towards Sengoku. Nozdon's size dwarfed most men, making him look like a living weapon. The deck groaned beneath his weight as he dashed forward, his seagull-like laugh breaking the air.
"Gotcha!" Nozdon bellowed. With terrifying speed for a man his size, he swung his fist at Sengoku's side. His fist hit with a heavy force crash, forcing even the stoic Sengoku to slide back several meters across the deck.
Sengoku grunted, his boots grinding against the wood as he halted his movement. He brushed off his sleeves, unfazed. His stern expression never wavered, though his eyes gleamed with quiet irritation. "You people never learn."
High above the battle, the Marines stationed on the upper levels scrambled into action. They raised their rifles, aiming at the two intruding pirates below. But before they could fire, a flash of silver blurred through the air.
Doringo, a lithe swordsman wielding two wickedly sharp cutlasses, appeared among the riflemen like a ghost. His movements were fluid and deadly as he sliced through them with precision. Blood sprayed in the cold morning air, and one by one, the Marines fell to the deck, their rifles clattering uselessly to the ground.
Standing atop a mast, Doringo grinned as he cleaned his blades with a flourish. "Bit too slow there, boys." His eyes flicked downward toward where Sunbell and Nozdon now stood side by side, preparing for another clash with Sengoku. "Keep 'em busy down there. I'll keep things... tidy up here."
The remaining Marines on the deck regrouped, forming tight formations with swords drawn and rifles at the ready. They surrounded the Roger Pirates like a pack of wolves, but the Roger pirates looks without fearl, Nozdon swinging his giant fists like a storm, Sunbell dashing forward with Fishman strength, and Doringo wreaking havoc from above.
Despite the chaos, Sengoku remained composed hears rings in his pockets
*ring*
*ring*
*ring*
He ignored the collapsing ranks of Marines, calmly reaching into his pocket to pull out a small, snail-like Den Den Mushi. On the other side, He hears the commanding marines on the other battleships yelling that the Roger pirates have landed on their ships, creating havoc! Holding it to his mouth, he spoke into it with a commanding tone.
"Hold your ground. Sakazuki is on route. Delay them as long as possible."
He clicked the Den Den Mushi shut and returned it to his pocket, his gaze never leaving Sunbell and Nozdon. With a slow exhale, his stance shifted slightly, his muscles tensing. The air around him began to hum with an ominous energy.
A faint golden glow radiated from Sengoku's skin, growing brighter and brighter by the second. The light intensified until it became blinding, illuminating the entire deck. Sengoku's body began to expand, his form growing taller and broader until he towered on the ship like a colossus. His skin turned into brilliant gold, shining in the sunlight like divine metal.
He had transformed into his Golden Buddha form, the full power of his Mythical Zoan fruit now on display. His giant figure stood calm and immovable, radiating both power and tranquility. Other marines aweing at Sengoku's Devil Fruit, gaining more morale.
Nozdon and Sunbell glanced at each other briefly, exchanging silent nods. They knew this was going to get ugly.
With a low rumble, Sengoku raised his massive golden hand, forming it into an open palm. His hand glowed with a soft yellow light, almost serene, until it came crashing down toward them, ripples in the air as the Roger pirates could tell it was going to be devastating.
"Brace yourself!" Sunbell shouted, diving to the side just as the massive palm slammed into the deck, shattering the wood beneath it and sending a shockwave across the entire ship. The force of the impact was devastating, planks exploded into splinters, and the entire battleship groaned under the strain.
Nozdon roared as he dug his heels into the deck, barely managing to hold his ground. The shockwave pushed him back several feet, his muscles straining against the force. Meanwhile, Sunbell flipped gracefully through the air, landing on the mast with agility abnormally for a fishman.
Sengoku's golden eyes glowed beneath his massive brow as he calmly lifted his hand, preparing for another strike.
"You won't last long against me," he said quietly, his deep voice echoing across the broken ship, reverberating.
Nozdon grinned, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth. "Yeah? Let's see about that, big guy."
Sunbell chuckled from the mast, readying himself for another charge. "Heh... Looks like today's fight going to be more difficult after all."
With the battle in full swing, the deck of the Marine ship had become a battlefield havoc. The Roger Pirates were not going to back down, no matter how overwhelming the odds. As the golden colossus of Sengoku loomed above them, they steeled themselves for the fight of their lives.
[Back on the shore, Garp vs Bullet]
Bullet hit the ground hard, skidding across the frozen shore. He coughed up blood but gritted his teeth, ignoring the pain. "Old man... you're not gonna stop me!" he roared, springing back to his feet and charging again.
Garp, still mid-air, laughed as he twisted his body and rocketed toward Bullet once more. Each blow they exchanged carried the weight of titans, shaking the very landscape. Trees cracked and shattered as their fists collided, sending debris flying in every direction.
Garp moved with the grace of experience, dodging and weaving through Bullet's reckless strikes. "Not bad, brat! But you've still got a long way to go!" he chuckled, his fists a blur of motion. With each punch, Bullet was driven further and further back, the ground splitting beneath his feet.
Bullet swung wildly, his enhanced armor adding devastating force to each punch, but Garp effortlessly dodged and countered, slamming his fists into Bullet's ribs and shoulders. Blood dripped from Bullet's mouth, but his eyes burned with fury.
"You're tough, kid," Garp said with a grin. "But you're not ready for the big leagues just yet."
With one final, devastating punch, Garp's fist connected squarely with Bullet's jaw. The impact sent Bullet hurtling through the forest, crashing through trees and boulders. His armored body tore a path through the ice until he finally collided with a massive rock wall, shattering it on impact.
As Bullet's momentum slowed, a blur of movement caught him mid-air. Scopper Gaban darted through the forest with lightning speed, catching Bullet before he could crash any further.
"You really need to stop getting tossed around like this," Scopper said, chuckling as he steadied Bullet.
Bullet, barely conscious, cursed under his breath before passing out, his body slumping against Scopper's shoulder.
Back at the shore, Gol D. Roger stood on the edge of the forest, his eyes serious with amusement. He had watched the entire battle unfold, his grin growing wider with every exchange between Garp and Bullet.
"Looks like Garp's still got it," Roger muttered, unsheathing his sword. He could feel Garp's presence, vibrant and undeniable, just beyond the treeline.
With a booming laugh, Roger began to walk toward the shore, his grip tightening on the hilt of his sword. As he drew closer, his conqueror Haki flared to life, crackling like red lightning in the air around him. His aura rippled outward, distorting the very air as he picked up speed.
"GARP!" Roger roared, sprinting toward the Marine hero, his blade shimmering with raw power.
Garp, still grinning, landed gracefully on the shore just as Roger appeared. The two old rivals locked eyes, the air between them heavy with anticipation.
"ROGER!" Garp bellowed back, clenching his fists.
Their auras clashed violently, sending sparks of red lightning streaking through the air. The ground beneath them trembled, cracks spiderwebbing across the ice as the two legends prepared to collide once more.
Roger's sword released ripples of red lightning as he swung it toward Garp, his Conqueror's Haki wrapping around the blade like a storm. Garp grinned and reared back his fist, ready to meet the strike head-on.
From a distance, Draco watched the two titans charge at each other, his eyes narrowed thoughtfully.
"…Why does this feel familiar?" he muttered to himself, a strange sense of déjà vu washing over him.
And then, with a deafening boom, Roger's blade and Garp's fist collided.