Marineford, Naval Headquarters.
The intense sounds of battle echoed across every corner of the battlefield. Streams of crimson life vanished into the frozen ice fields, and a chilling red mist lingered in the air.
"Charge! Everyone, keep charging!"
Amid the roars, a minor pirate leader, terror-stricken, stared at the advancing Navy forces. Blood streaks marked every Navy soldier, yet those he had personally struck down—even those whose hearts he had pierced—rose shakily from the ground, twisting their necks with a menacing grin as they lunged at him again.
"No! Please, no!"
His screams filled the air as he desperately thrust his longsword through the advancing Navy soldier, only to be struck down by a blade himself. Falling to the ground, he lifted his head slightly, eyes filled with despair, as he caught sight of a woman on the high platform radiating a mysterious blue light.
Her previously silly smile now seemed, in his dying eyes, like the grin of a demon. Though he once found cutting through ordinary Navy soldiers as easy as slicing melons, her presence changed everything. No matter how many times he struck them down—piercing hearts, severing limbs, or even decapitating them—the blue light emanating from her always revived them. Their comrades would simply reattach their severed parts, and the soldiers would rise again.
Clenching his teeth, the pirate leader summoned his last ounce of strength to scream, "Kill that woman! We can't win unless she's dead! She's a demon!"
"Enough talk!"
A passing Navy soldier, noticing the fallen pirate leader shouting again, casually slashed him with his sword. Watching the now-silent body collapse, the soldier turned and gazed reverently at Aqua on the high platform.
"She's an angel! Don't insult her with your filthy words! You're lucky to even glimpse such a divine being in your miserable life!"
With resolute determination, the soldier turned back to the retreating pirates. Amid the chaos, golden flames surged and a purple lantern hovered over the battlefield, paralyzing any pirates who dared act aggressively.
When the war began, this soldier had written his final will, ready to sacrifice his life for justice and to prevent the scum of the seas from continuing their reign of terror. He hadn't expected the extraordinary strength of the special guests brought by Fleet Admiral Sengoku.
While he had witnessed the power of Hiroshi during training and in the mess hall, he had never imagined the silly-seeming Aqua could be so powerful and divine. When surrounded and defeated by pirates, with the darkness closing in, he thought he'd done well to take down four enemies.
Then, light descended.
Holy light bathed his darkened world, bringing warmth back to his dying body. Aqua's playful voice, now imbued with divine authority, resounded softly: "Heal."
The soldier was pulled back from the brink of death, filled with gratitude and devotion. From that moment, he resolved to follow the goddess of water, Aqua, alongside his unwavering belief in justice.
On the high platform, Aqua clasped her hands together, releasing waves of healing light. Her face radiated passion and energy. After Sengoku learned of her abilities, he enlisted Aqua as the Navy's medical officer for this war, offering her ten billion berries in gold as compensation, based on Hiroshi's suggestion. Other helpers also received appropriate gifts.
Standing on the platform, Sengoku crossed his arms and watched as fallen Navy soldiers repeatedly rose to fight again. He glanced at Aqua, muttering, "What a terrifying power. Truly worthy of being called divine."
"If we'd had this ability earlier, the Great Pirate Era might never have begun."
"Hahaha!" Garp laughed, biting into a donut as he slapped Sengoku's shoulder. "With Polusalino's friends here, we won't just end the pirate era; we'll usher in a new world."
"But what did Klee say to that old Whitebeard? His crew's almost scattered, yet he still hasn't sent in his elites."
Shrugging off Garp's hand, Sengoku looked up at Klee flying across the battlefield. "These children have the ability to see into a person's essence. As an individual, Whitebeard might be a good man, but to the Navy, he represents this era's greatest evil."
"Klee is still young and not bound by this world's values. If we don't seize this chance to eliminate Whitebeard, it will hinder our future operations."
Turning his gaze toward the reporters broadcasting for the World Economy News, Sengoku looked up at the sun. "It's almost noon. I wonder how things are going in the Four Seas."
"Rest assured, Admiral Sengoku," Zhongli's voice came from behind. The former Geo Archon, with Touma in tow, approached with his hands behind his back. Taking a seat beside Sengoku, Zhongli said, "The Western Sea is secure. I left a dust star with Keqing to maintain order."
"Oh, Zhongli is back!" Venti called cheerfully, rushing over with Kazuma Sato in tow. Snatching Zhongli's freshly brewed tea, Venti took a sip and gave Sengoku an okay sign. "The South Sea is handled. I left a wandering breeze there, and Megumin's watching over it. Everything's fine."
"The East Sea is secure too," Shirou Emiya added, following Infinite into the room. "Luo Xiaohei is stationed there."
"Ah, looks like I'm the last one," Hiroshi said with a smile as he arrived alongside Vanir. "The North Sea is handled. Kuroneko and Vanir's powers are maintaining it."
Looking down at the battlefield, Hiroshi said, "With the Four Seas stabilized, the next targets are the Grand Line, the New World, and the World Government."
"We're almost there."
Below, Whitebeard clutched his naginata, gazing at Hiroshi's group with a somber expression.