The moment Gol D. Roger's sword, Ace, clashed with Garp's fist, the very atmosphere seemed to split apart. The sound was deafening—a thunderous BOOM that rippled through the island, sending shockwaves across the shore and out to the distant sea. Massive cracks webbed across the icy ground, and waves churned violently, slamming into the hulls of the battalion ships with enough force to jolt Marines off their feet.
The shockwave surged outward, shaking the very foundations of the island. Trees groaned and snapped, boulders rolled into the sea, and smaller creatures fled into the forest, desperate to escape the chaos. High above, storm clouds began to swirl unnaturally, drawn by the overwhelming Conqueror's Haki radiating from both fighters.
"BWAHAHAHA!" Garp's booming laughter echoed above the storm. He grinned wide, despite the bruises forming along his jaw and the blood trickling down his knuckles. "This is what I've been waiting for, Roger!"
Roger, panting slightly but still grinning with wild joy, flicked the blade of Ace to his side, sending sparks scattering across the snow-covered ground. "I knew you wouldn't disappoint me, Garp!" His eyes gleamed with excitement, his voice carrying that distinct thrill of a man who lived the fight for freedom.
The two legends dashed toward each other once more, their auras intertwining midair in streaks of black and red lightning. Their blows were relentless—Garp's fists, hard and almost impenetrable, and Roger's sword strikes like waves of unrelenting power, each attack clashing with the force to shatter mountains, one the tail mountain figure on Yukiryu Island exploded from this action. Every collision sent massive waves of wind and debris scattering outward. The icy shoreline was torn apart beneath their feet.
Roger, now gripping the hilt of his sword, Ace, with both hands, sets himself for a powerful strike. His expression shifts, and with unwavering focus, he yells out,
{Divine Departure}
This time, his attack is serious—so powerful that the swing unleashes a devastating shockwave, speeding through the air toward Garp. In response, Garp rolls up his sleeves, his aura intensifying as his Haki bursts forth like a tidal wave of raw energy. Bracing himself, Garp swings his fist forward with full force, and the collision of his Haki-coated punch dissipates Roger's flying attack in a thunderous explosion.
Not missing a beat, Garp charges toward Roger with incredible speed, launching a series of fierce punches. But Roger, as sharp as ever, dodges each blow with fluid movements, narrowly evading Garp's strikes. His laughter echoes through the air, his grin was as wide as ever, revealing just how much he's enjoying their battle. In a flash, Roger sees an opening. Letting go of Ace with one hand, he cocks his fist back and drives it straight into Garp's ribs, sending the Marine legend skidding backward.
Before Garp can fully recover, Roger regrips Ace with both hands, bringing the sword down in a powerful vertical slash. Garp narrowly dodges, swaying to the side, and retaliates with a lightning-fast left hook, his Haki-empowered fist slamming into Roger's jaw. The impact sends Roger flying, his body crashing into the forest with enough force to kick up a plume of smoke and debris.
Garp smirks, rubbing his knuckles, and mutters, "Looks like you've gotten weaker, Roger."
Just as he starts to gloat, a booming voice cuts through the smoke,
{Divine Judgement!}
A massive, crescent-shaped shockwave bursts out of the forest, roaring toward Garp at terrifying speed. Realizing that blocking it head-on would cost him dearly, Garp springs to the side just in time, narrowly avoiding the devastating attack. The blast continues its path of destruction, slicing through the battlefield and cutting down an entire battleship—fortunately, one with no Roger Pirates among its ranks.
The ground trembles beneath the force of their clash, and both men stand their ground, knowing that the battle is far from over.
[On the Battleship near the shore]
On the nearby Marine battleship, Rayleigh sprinted across the deck with lightning speed, his blonde mixed with silver hair flowing behind him. Scopper Gaban followed closely, the two commanders of the Roger Pirates moving in perfect sync. Their target stood calmly before them: Sengoku the Buddha, now fully transformed into his golden colossus form.
Sengoku notices them but then looks out from afar distance to see that one of the battleships has sunken. "ROGER!!!", Sengoku yells out in anger before looking down and swinging towards Rayleigh.
"Scopper!" Rayleigh barked mid-stride, dodging a blast of golden energy from Sengoku. "Don't let him get comfortable! We have to pin him down!"
Scopper gave a quick nod, his twin axes shimmering with Haki. With a mighty leap, he launched himself toward Sengoku, swinging both weapons in a deadly arc. "Got it!"
The golden giant raised his massive arm, intercepting the attack with a resounding CLANG that sent shockwaves through the ship. Scopper grinned. "That all you got, Sengoku!?!?"
At the same moment, Rayleigh appeared behind Sengoku in a flash of movement, slashing with his saber. "Don't look away from me!" His strike connected with Sengoku's golden shoulder, leaving a deep gash that glowed faintly with light.
Sengoku grunted, his massive frame shifting slightly under the weight of the coordinated assault. Despite the sheer force of their attacks, Sengoku still unnerved, bleeding from his mouth, looks sternly at them. "You pirates..." he muttered under his breath. "Always so reckless."
With a sweep of his enormous arm, Sengoku created a powerful shockwave that sent both Rayleigh and Scopper flying backward across the deck. Rayleigh twisted midair, landing gracefully on his feet, while Scopper skidded to a stop, grinning wildly.
"He's tougher than I thought," Scopper muttered, cracking his neck.
Rayleigh's eyes narrowed as he adjusted his stance. "We need to push harder."
Before they could continue, Sunbell darted from the shadows, leaping high into the air. "Now it's my turn!" With a fierce battle cry, the Fishman slammed both fists into Sengoku's massive chest, creating an explosion of water pressure that rocked the entire ship.
[Incoming battleship from afar]
Meanwhile, at the edge of the battlefield, two Vice Admirals stood side by side, observing the chaos with calm detachment. Sakazuki, the man destined to become the most ruthless Admiral in Marine history, scowled as the icy winds whipped against his face. His magma-infused fists glowed faintly, steam rising from his knuckles as snow melted beneath him.
"These pirates..." Akainu muttered, disgusted. "They're filth."
Beside him, Borsalino, already displaying his trademark nonchalance, adjusted his striped suit lazily. His fingers glowed with faint light, ready to fire at a moment's notice. "Oh my, such troublesome people." His voice was slow and whimsical, though his eyes gleamed with curiosity. "Garp and Roger's battle sure is scary!"
Without care, Borsalino lazily raised one glowing finger and fired a beam of light toward Draco, who stood further up the shore, observing the chaos. The beam shot through the air at blinding speed, but Draco's eyes narrowed as he calmly raised a single hand.
With a flick of his wrist, Draco deflected the beam upward into the sky, where it exploded harmlessly among the clouds. "Kizaru? seems the whole damn marine is here for Roger" Draco muttered.
Borsalino chuckled softly, pretending to look startled. "Ohhh, scary."
Just then, Saint Homer stepped forward, his cold blue aura spreading outward like frost on glass. The moment his Conqueror's Haki flared, the temperature around him dropped sharply, and both Sakazuki and Borsalino felt a sudden chill down their spines. The ice beneath Homer's feet cracked and spread outward as if nature itself recoiled from his presence.
Sakazuki's brow furrowed and looked towards the unknown individual before he opened his eyes wide, he knew who this looked like and automatically made the connections, and his fists clenched tighter, magma bubbling at his knuckles. "So... you're still alive," he growled, glaring at Saint Homer. "The government's been searching for you for a while now... considering there was no trace of your body"
Homer gave a slow, tired sigh as he unsheathed his blade, a frosty mist trailing from the edge. "If I don't fight now, what's the point of revenge?" looking towards Draco responding to his previous question about whether he would fight.
[Back to Garp vs Roger]
Back on the battlefield, Roger grinned wildly as he wiped blood from the corner of his mouth. Garp cracked his knuckles, his grin equally wide. Both men, though battered and bruised, showed no signs of backing down.
Roger tightened his grip on Ace and roared, "This time... no holding back!"
{Divine Retribution}
With a thunderous swing, Roger unleashed a massive wave of energy that surged toward Garp, tearing apart the landscape as it traveled. The sheer force of the attack distorted the air, creating a vacuum that howled like a storm.
Garp planted his feet firmly and raised both fists, his muscles bulging with raw power. "Bring it on!" he shouted, his voice booming across the battlefield. With a mighty swing, he punched the incoming wave, not making the same mistake as last time.
The impact shook the island to its core. Trees toppled, the ground split, and the sea roared in fury. Both men were pushed back slightly, but neither showed any sign of surrender.
As the dust settled, Roger and Garp locked eyes once more, their auras crackling with energy.
And then, without a word, they charged at each other again.
Draco watched from the distance, uncared about Akainu and Kizaru coming towards his way; his eyes gleaming with admiration about Roger versus Garp. "This... this is what I've been waiting for."