"Let us relics of the old era stand beside you, the banner of the new age…"
"And turn this sea completely upside down again."
The moment Zephyr's words fell, a sharp flash of blinding golden light erupted above Marine Base G-5.
"Yo."
A drawling, unhurried voice drifted down from within the radiance.
"So all the old legends are here."
The light condensed, revealing a tall, slender figure in a yellow pinstriped suit, amber-tinted sunglasses resting on his face.
Marine Headquarters Admiral, Borsalino.
With his hands tucked casually into his pockets, he tilted his head slightly. His hidden gaze swept over Sengoku, Garp, and Zephyr before settling on Hawk.
"Hawk-kun, this place of yours is lively indeed."
"Brother Borsalino."
Hawk gave a small nod in greeting.
Just then, a violent buzzing sound echoed through the sky, as if some massive mechanism were spinning at extreme speed.
A green figure came hurtling down from the clouds, a gigantic propeller formed from countless twisted vines trailing behind him.
Boom!
The newcomer smashed into the ground feet-first, kicking up a choking cloud of dust.
As the dust settled, a bare-chested man came into view, the words "Die by the River, Die with Resolve" tattooed boldly across his body.
"Hawk!"
Aramaki scanned his surroundings. When his eyes finally locked onto Hawk, his face lit up with manic excitement.
"I'm here!"
"Brother Sakazuki said you were in trouble!"
He strode straight toward Hawk, eyes blazing.
"Let's carry out this fight-to-the-death justice together!"
"Appreciate the effort, Aramaki."
Hawk nodded calmly.
It seemed the Fleet Admiral's personal charisma had indeed pulled Aramaki firmly into the Marine camp.
Though some of his views were still flawed, that was not a real problem.
In this new Marines, there was plenty of time for him to understand what true justice actually meant.
As the crowd was still focused on Aramaki's dramatic arrival, an invisible yet crushing force suddenly descended from above.
There was no sound. No light.
Everyone instinctively looked up.
A blind man in a purple robe, leaning on a cane sword, was slowly drifting down from the sky in complete silence.
His eyes were closed, his expression gentle.
Issho landed smoothly on the ground. His cane tapped lightly once against the earth, releasing a crisp sound as the oppressive gravity vanished.
"My name is Issho."
He bowed slightly toward Hawk.
"By order of Fleet Admiral Sakazuki, I have come to report to Marine Base G-5."
His voice was calm yet firm, carrying a quiet authority that inspired trust.
At that moment, a massive transport ship marked with special serial numbers slowly docked at the pier.
The heavy metal gangway lowered.
A towering man stepped forward.
Bartholomew Kuma.
Behind him came a perfectly synchronized rhythm of metallic footsteps that shook the dock itself.
Three formations, ninety figures in total, marched down the gangway like living statues.
The first formation consisted of thirty sleek, streamlined combat units.
PX-Light.
The second formation followed, thirty massive and heavily armored units.
PX-Ice.
The third formation radiated raw, violent pressure.
PX-Magma.
Doctor Vegapunk's latest creations.
The new-generation Pacifista.
At this point, every force mobilized by Marine Headquarters had fully assembled.
Marine Base G-5, the steel fortress standing at the very forefront of the New World, now held power far beyond that of any ordinary base.
The three legendary Marines of the old era, restored to their peak. Garp, Sengoku, and Zephyr.
The seasoned and battle-hardened admiral of the middle generation, Borsalino.
And the banner of the Marines' future, the Blood Eagle Admiral.
Renn Hawk.
Along with two exceptional monsters promoted beyond convention.
Aramaki and Issho.
Seven figures standing at the pinnacle of the world's power now gathered in one place.
They did nothing.
They simply stood there.
Yet the invisible pressure blending killing intent and overwhelming Haki thickened the very air of G-5, making it feel heavy and suffocating.
On the docks and in the watchtowers, countless Marines stared blankly at the seven figures in the plaza, their minds completely overwhelmed.
What a sight.
Dane, Zoro, Sanji, and the others stood behind Hawk. As they looked upon this almost dreamlike lineup, the fighting spirit in their chests burned like a volcano on the verge of eruption.
This was the Marines of today.
Without even deploying their full force, a casually assembled lineup like this was already enough to crush two Yonko crews.
Suddenly, piercing alarms blared throughout Marine Base G-5.
The highest-level combat alert echoed across the fortress.
From the watchtower, a Marine relayed an urgent report through a Den Den Mushi.
"Report! Reporting to Admiral Hawk!"
"Directly ahead… a massive fleet has been sighted!"
"The flags belong to the Beasts Pirates and the Big Mom Pirates!"
Every gaze turned toward the distant horizon.
The sky there had already darkened into a heavy, inky gloom.
Two colossal Yonko fleets, vast enough to suffocate the senses, advanced across the sea like iron beasts crawling out of the abyss, blotting out the heavens.
"Wororororo!"
"Mamamama!"
Two different laughs, each carrying the unmistakable authority of an emperor of the sea, cut through the wind and reached every ear.
War had arrived.
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