Even Whitebeard was shaken by the overwhelming attack rushing toward him.
But then—
He thought of the sons waiting for him on the ship.
And he laughed.
"Kurarararara!"
"This… this is a true battle."
"A warrior of the Ninja World worthy of respect."
"Might Guy—you carry the name of your world. You have every reason to win."
A trace of longing flickered in Whitebeard's eyes.
"But I… this old man…"
"Must also fight for my sons!!!"
The thought of them—standing on the deck, believing in him—ignited something deep within his chest.
To save Ace…He had to win.
Only victory would grant his wish—Only then could he step onto Marineford at full strength…Only then could he face the Marines head-on and bring his son home.
Whitebeard inhaled deeply.
Murakumogiri rose.
Armament Haki.Conqueror's Haki.
Both erupted at once.
The cape behind him snapped violently as the surrounding air detonated.
At that moment, Whitebeard intended to show every world—
what it truly meant to be the strongest man alive.
Impel Down
Ace's body trembled.
Tears spilled freely down his face.
"Father… I'm sorry…"
The great pirate with a 550-million bounty collapsed to his knees, sobbing openly.
On the Moby Dick, hardened veterans wept without shame.
They were not bound by blood—
Yet their bond was deeper than family.
"GO, FATHER!!!"
Marco removed his glasses, wiping away tears streaking his face.
Marineford
Sengoku stood in silence.
Garp spoke quietly.
"That… is the real Whitebeard."
Even he knew—At Whitebeard's peak, victory was never guaranteed.
Kizaru said nothing.
Even Akainu's expression darkened.
That single strike—If it were aimed at him—
He would die.
Ninja World
Might Duy stared at his son, eyes burning with belief.
"You've become a great ninja."
"GO, GUY!"
Lee screamed until his voice cracked.
The Arena
BOOM!
Whitebeard moved.
A single sword strike flashed.
The Hirudora—
Split apart.
The colossal white tiger was cleaved cleanly in two, dispersing into twin hurricanes that rushed past Whitebeard without even brushing him.
Silence.
"What…?"
Might Guy's mouth hung open.
Gone.
The Seventh Gate's ultimate technique—Erased in a single strike.
Ninja World
A chill ran through countless spines.
Might Duy's face turned deathly pale.
He knew the Eight Gates better than anyone.
That attack should have wounded even a Hokage.
Yet it was broken—
Effortlessly.
The Third Hokage stared, pipe long since empty, hands trembling.
This man… has surpassed the level of a Hokage.
Pirate World
Garp smiled faintly.
"He's finally serious."
Might Guy slowly straightened.
His breathing was steady.
"When the Blue Beast falls…"
"…the Red Beast is born."
Kakashi's body shook violently.
"No…"
Guy took a single step forward.
His right thumb pressed against his chest.
All of his chakra surged toward a single point—
The Gate of Death.
"Eighth Gate — Gate of Death… OPEN!"
Red steam exploded outward.
His hair flared upward like living flame.
His body burned crimson.
"Even if it costs my life—"
"I will protect the honor of the Ninja World!"
He vanished.
A streak of red light tore across the battlefield.
Whitebeard's eyes narrowed.
"You're burning your life away."
Cracks spread across Guy's skin, blood and chakra indistinguishable. Even his eyebrows burned like fire.
"You're right," Guy replied calmly.
"But don't forget the rules."
"I won't die."
"I will become fuel for new leaves. When spring comes—"
"That is the peak of youth."
Whitebeard laughed, exhilarated.
"Kurarararara!"
"Then let us decide this—"
"With our strongest attacks!"
It had been a long time since his blood had boiled like this.
The last time…
Was against Roger.
Other Worlds
Muzan stared in disbelief.
"This power… I underestimated him."
Ainz watched silently.
"Humans… truly can create miracles."
Nagato's breath grew heavy.
"With this strength… even Six Paths power might not be enough."
Konan said nothing.
The Arena
Might Guy's aura reached its absolute peak.
The entire battlefield screamed.
Every broken stone was pulverized into dust.
Each step he took collapsed the ground beneath him, trenches ripping forward like scars toward Whitebeard.
Whitebeard's cape was blown over his face.
The gale burned his eyes.
Impossible.
Even against Roger—
He had never felt this.
He gripped his cape, staring through the storm.
And what he saw made his heart go cold.
That red figure—
No longer human.
But a beast born of blood and flame.
"…The Eight Gates…"
Whitebeard whispered.
"…are truly terrifying."
For the first time in his life—
The strongest man in the world felt fear.