The battlefield was alive with chaos, a maelstrom of destruction and raw power. The cliffs of Marineford trembled under the relentless assault of two titans locked in combat. Alexander, the Untouchable Admiral, stood tall, his coat billowing behind him as his steel-gray eyes fixed on his opponent. Across the ruined terrain stood Monkey D. Garp, his fists clenched and crackling with Armament Haki.
"You're holding back, Alexander," Garp growled, his voice cutting through the roaring winds. "I don't have time for half-measures. Show me your full strength!"
Alexander smirked, his muscles taut with readiness. A surge of Conqueror's Haki erupted from him, colliding with Garp's own will. The sheer pressure of their combined power was enough to flatten anyone still conscious on the battlefield. The weaker Marines and pirates had already collapsed, unable to withstand the intensity of the duel.
"You want everything, old man?" Alexander's voice was calm, but his words carried the weight of the storm. "Fine. Let's end this."
He vanished in an instant, the ground shattering beneath him as he used Soru to close the distance. His fist, glowing with internal destruction from advanced Armament Haki, streaked toward Garp.
"Rokuogan!"
The devastating shockwave shattered the air, rippling outward and tearing apart the battlefield. Garp skidded backward, his feet digging trenches into the earth. A small trickle of blood ran from the corner of his mouth, but his grin only widened.
"That's what I'm talking about!" Garp bellowed, launching himself forward. His Observation Haki guided him, allowing him to counter Alexander's rapid movements. The two clashed repeatedly, each strike reverberating like thunder.
Haki and the Six Powers: The Peak of Combat
Alexander's combat mastery was unparalleled, his use of the Six Powers woven seamlessly into his fighting style.
Geppo allowed him to dance through the air, evading Garp's powerful strikes while raining down blows of his own.
Tekkai turned his body into an impenetrable fortress, absorbing Garp's bone-shattering punches.
Shigan and Rankyaku added deadly precision and reach, carving through the battlefield.
Yet it was his mastery of Haki that set him apart.
"Internal destruction," Alexander muttered, his fist glowing with an intense, flowing energy. With a single punch, he unleashed a shockwave that bypassed Garp's external defenses, attacking his body from within.
Garp winced but roared in defiance. "Not bad, kid! But let's see how you handle THIS!"
The legendary Marine countered with his own internal destruction technique, and the air cracked with the force of their Haki-infused strikes. Each blow reshaped the battlefield, their power growing more devastating with every moment.
The Rift Appears
The clash reached its crescendo as Alexander unleashed a devastating combination of techniques.
A Rankyaku from above forced Garp to evade.
Alexander followed up with Rokuogan, the shockwave blasting Garp backward.
Finally, with a roar, he infused his fist with Conqueror's Haki, channeling its destructive power into a final blow.
"Garp!" Alexander bellowed, his voice echoing like a war drum. "This ends now!"
But just as their fists collided, a strange phenomenon rippled through the air. The battlefield fell silent, the winds stilling as a distortion formed in the sky.
"What the hell is that?" Garp muttered, shielding his eyes from the blinding light.
Alexander's Observation Haki flared, warning him of danger, but it was too late. A massive rift tore open above them, swirling with chaotic energy. The winds returned with a vengeance, pulling everything toward the void.
"No… not again," Alexander whispered, his voice tinged with dread.
Garp froze, his grin fading as realization dawned. He remembered the private conversation he'd had with Alexander months ago, where the younger admiral had confided in him about his origins.
Flashback
In the quiet of Garp's quarters, Alexander had spoken with uncharacteristic vulnerability.
"There was a rift," he'd explained, his gaze distant. "It swallowed me whole and dragged me into this world. If it ever happens again, I may not survive… or I might end up somewhere worse."
Garp had laughed then, slapping Alexander on the back. "Bah! You're too tough to get lost. If it happens, just punch your way back!"
Present Day
Now, Garp stood helpless as the rift's pull intensified. The swirling energy engulfed the battlefield, and Alexander was at its center.
"Not again!" Alexander roared, his Conqueror's Haki flaring in a desperate attempt to anchor himself. The ground beneath him cracked and shattered, but the pull was too strong.
Garp took a step forward, his hand outstretched. "Alexander!" he called, but the distance was too great. He could only watch as the younger admiral was dragged toward the void.
Even as the chaos consumed him, Garp's grin returned. "Go on, kid," he muttered. "Show the next world what it means to be untouchable."
With one final burst of energy, the rift closed, and Alexander was gone.
A New World
Alexander tumbled through darkness, his body and mind strained by the journey. Yet he clung to his will, his Haki burning brightly, refusing to falter.
When the darkness receded, he found himself lying on a barren desert floor. The heat of the sun beat down on him, and the air was thick with the scent of dust and smoke.
Slowly, Alexander rose to his feet, his coat tattered but still draped over his shoulders. He scanned the unfamiliar landscape, his Observation Haki picking up strange presences in the distance—machines, technology, and explosions.
"This… isn't Marineford," he muttered, his fist clenching as he felt the familiar strength of his Haki surge through him.
A distant explosion caught his attention, and his smirk returned. He wasn't sure where he was, but one thing was certain: wherever this world was, he would conquer it.
With a determined stride, Alexander began walking toward the chaos, ready to face whatever challenges awaited him.