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"Wow... so terrifying! Both Uchiha Kitaro and Uchiha Akira are really brothers, both are absolutely terrifying!"
Kizaru maintained his usual casual demeanor, though his voice betrayed a hint of genuine fear. "So scary…" he muttered. And honestly, the display of power truly was frightening.
Aokiji, on the other hand, looked grim. "That guy Kitaro... he wasn't really using his full strength before."
Their prior encounters with Uchiha Kitaro flashed through his mind. During the first clash, even though he and Kizaru suffered minor setbacks, they had managed to force Kitaro into a retreat.
In their second encounter during the War, Kitaro faced off against three Admirals simultaneously. Technically, they hadn't lost, but breaking through his defenses had proved almost impossible.
For hours, the three of them attacked relentlessly. They finally managed to breach the colossal, impenetrable Susanoo, only for Kitaro to restore it as if nothing had happened.
It wasn't until all five Admirals' power-level combined their efforts that Kitaro activated the fully powered Susanoo. Only then did they begin to comprehend the sheer terror of his true strength.
Did they lose? Undoubtedly. The Navy's headquarters, Marineford, had been utterly destroyed under their watch. How could that not count as a loss?
However, it wasn't a crushing defeat. Despite their loss, the combined strength of the Admirals was enough to put up a fight against Kitaro.
But now, their biggest headache wasn't whether they could defeat him—it was whether they could even stop him from leaving.
Especially after all five of their attacks missed entirely.
And now, Uchiha Akira, the so called brother of Uchiha Kitaro, had unleashed a technique so devastating that, while it might not erase Marineford Island from the map entirely, it could still obliterate every structure on it.
In other words, if Kitaro had chosen to use this move during the war, with over 100,000 people present at Marineford, he could have wiped out everyone.
The Admirals might have survived, but anyone below the rank of Vice Admiral would have been annihilated.
The mere thought sent chills down Aokiji's spine. His mind replayed Akira's chilling words:
"Did you think that was Uchiha Kitaro's full strength?"
Akira had claimed that everything he knew had been taught to him by Kitaro. If that devastating attack had been a technique Kitaro also knew, and one he could potentially wield even more skillfully, then during the Paramount War, the Navy would have suffered catastrophic casualties.
Even the Admirals might not have made it out alive.
Sengoku, wearing a similarly grim expression, had clearly reached the same conclusion.
They had fought with everything they had, yet Kitaro had never been serious. This realization made them feel like fools, mocked and belittled.
They were the Navy's finest: Fleet Admiral Sengoku, Hero of the Marines Garp, Admirals Akainu, Aokiji, and Kizaru.
Each one was a powerhouse, unrivaled in their own right. Yet even their combined might hadn't been enough to force Kitaro to reveal his full strength.
"Something's wrong!"
Sengoku's expression darkened further as a new thought struck him. "Could Aramaki and Issho have been killed by that last attack?"
Most casualties wouldn't faze Sengoku, but Aramaki and Issho were different. They were two of the world's top-tier fighters. Losing them would be a significant blow to the Navy's future strength, especially in the face of a future confrontation with Kitaro.
"Find Aramaki and Issho immediately! They must not die!"
The lookout quickly scanned the sea with his telescope and shouted, "Found them! Over there!"
The group turned in the direction he pointed. A small wooden boat bobbed on the waves, green vines rapidly growing from it and forming a larger vessel.
Aramaki, the Forest Human, stood aboard, his expression a mix of fear and disbelief as he gazed at the vanished island.
He muttered to himself, "The island we fought on… it's gone. If I'd still been there, I would've disappeared with it…"
A shudder ran through him as he remembered how the blind old man had shoved him off the island at the last second. That small act had saved his life.
From the sky, another figure approached, flying on a sword. It was Issho, the future Fujitora.
Using anti-gravity, Issho had propelled himself into the air to evade Kitaro's devastating attack. It was the first time he had used his own gravity powers on himself this way.
Gazing down at the vanished island, Issho murmured, "The Uchiha Clan… what a terrifying lineage."
He descended toward the Navy warship, realizing that the battle had concluded. The outcome was clear as day.
Their combined attacks had been no match for Akira's technique. The island's obliteration was proof of their defeat. Even with more strategies up his sleeve, Issho knew he had no counter to such overwhelming destructive power.
Back on the sea, Aramaki's wooden ship sprouted a yellow chrysanthemum at its stern, which dipped into the water and spun like a motor, propelling him toward the Navy warship.
Meanwhile, Kitaro walked calmly across the sea's surface, heading toward the ship as if strolling on solid ground.
Witnessing this, many were stunned. Someone walking effortlessly on the ocean was unimaginable for most. For Kitaro, it meant the entire sea was his battlefield—an immense advantage, especially against Devil Fruit users who were cursed by the sea.
Sengoku, relieved to see both Aramaki and Issho unharmed, allowed himself to relax slightly.
A short while later, all three arrived aboard the warship.
Sengoku, however, was quick to reprimand them. "You three acted far too recklessly!"
Issho bowed deeply. "My apologies, Fleet Admiral Sengoku. I let my emotions get the better of me."
Kitaro, raising a hand with a sheepish grin, added, "Sorry about that, everyone. I have a bit of a bad temper and can't stand people flipping tables. I'll try to restrain myself in the future."
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