"Kill!!"
"Phoenix Seal!!"
Marco transformed into a phoenix wreathed in blue flames. Bearing grief and fury, he was the first to charge at Uchiha Madara.
Jozu followed close behind, half his body turned to diamond as he slammed toward Madara's flank. Vista came next, twin blades coated in Armament Haki, slashing straight for Madara's throat.
This was the Whitebeard Pirates' ultimate combined strike.
Their final shred of dignity.
However—
Uchiha Madara stood upon a fragment of drifting wreckage, arms folded, not even deigning to move.
Under the gaze of his Rinnegan, their attacks were unbearably slow.
"Boring."
Hum!
Three black Truth-Seeking Orbs shot forth at his will. They did not expand or rotate—only hovered silently before him.
Boom! Boom! Clang!
Marco's kick, Jozu's charge, Vista's blades—three island-shattering attacks crashed into the orbs.
They didn't budge.
Not even a crack appeared.
Worse, Marco felt a chill of terror as his blue flames vanished the instant they touched the black spheres.
"My flames… my regeneration—extinguished?!" he cried.
"So eager to die?"
A savage smile curved Madara's lips.
"Then I'll entertain you… with taijutsu."
The Truth-Seeking Orbs withdrew.
Madara vanished.
Bang!
One punch sent Marco's phoenix head snapping sideways, his entire body blasted into the sea like a meteor, throwing up a hundred-meter column of water.
Crack!
One kick—coated in chakra—shattered Jozu's diamond defense outright. The crystalline arm exploded like brittle glass.
"Too weak! Too weak! Too weak!!"
Madara was a tiger among sheep.
Fists. Kicks. Knees. Elbows.
Every movement was lethal.
With taijutsu alone, he sent the division commanders who once ruled the New World flying in all directions.
"Is this… the man who killed Old Man…?"
Izo lay in a pool of blood, his gun broken in half, eyes hollow with despair.
The gap was so vast that resistance itself felt meaningless.
"It's time to end this."
Madara stopped, surveying the remnants struggling to rise. The fight bored him.
"Let's use something real."
His eyes narrowed.
Rinnegan technique—
Limbo: Border Jail!
In the shadow world perceivable only to the Rinnegan, four invisible Madaras surged forth.
In the real world—
Marco had barely dragged himself from the sea when—
Boom!!!
His abdomen caved in without warning, as if struck by an unseen giant.
"Puh—cough!!"
Blood sprayed as he crashed back down.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Jozu, Vista, Curiel—
Every division commander was struck at once.
Some were slammed into the ground, some blasted into the air, others left broken where they fell.
"I—I can't see it!"
"What's attacking us?!"
The unknown shattered what remained of their will.
Madara watched coldly.
"If you can't even sense my shadow, do you deserve to call yourselves strong?"
He raised a hand. A black chakra spear condensed in his palm, killing intent focused to a point.
"Go join that old man."
Just as he prepared to throw—
"W-Wait!!!!"
"Lord Uchiha Madara—please wait!!"
A discordant, pleading voice rang out from behind a massive reef.
Madara frowned.
"Hm? One rat left?"
A soaking-wet, missing-toothed, fat black man crawled onto the deck, scrambling forward before dropping into a full-body prostration.
Marshall D. Teach.
Blackbeard.
Escape was impossible—the surrounding space had already been sealed by the Ninja World forces. Running meant death.
So he gambled.
"Don't kill me! Please don't kill me!"
He slammed his head into the deck again and again, forcing a sickly grin onto his face.
"I'm Teach! I'm useful! Extremely useful!"
"I know the secrets of this world! The Devil Fruit encyclopedia! Even the locations of the Ancient Weapons!"
"I'll be your dog! A dog of the Uchiha Emperor! Please spare my life!"
Madara's eyes flickered with absolute disdain.
"The strong live. The weak die."
"But you…"
He stepped back in open disgust.
"Someone who throws away all pride just to live—truly revolting."
"Teach!!!"
Marco, barely clinging to life, saw the scene and spat blood in rage.
"You bastard! Old Man just died—and you kneel to the enemy?!"
"Are you still a Whitebeard Pirate?!"
"Traitor!! Shameless scum!!"
The remaining crew cursed him with everything they had left.
Blackbeard didn't care.
As long as he lived, dignity meant nothing.
He crawled even closer, face full of false loyalty.
"Don't listen to them! I hated that old thing Whitebeard long ago!"
"I sincerely defect to the Uchiha Empire!"
"I know about the Dark-Dark Fruit! The nemesis of all Devil Fruits! I'll tell you everything—just don't kill me!"
Madara studied him.
The chakra spear dispersed.
Disgusting—
But undeniably useful.
And the Dark-Dark Fruit…
Senju Tobirama had mentioned it once.
"Useful?"
Madara sneered, placing a foot on Blackbeard's head and grinding his face into the deck.
"I won't kill you—for now."
"But that doesn't mean you'll live."
He seized Blackbeard by the collar and lifted him like trash.
"I'll take you to see His Majesty."
"If His Majesty decides you're worthless—
I'll personally cut you apart and feed you to the fish."
"Yes! Yes! Thank you, Lord Madara! Thank you!"
Blackbeard sobbed with joy, snot and tears streaming down his face.
He lived.
As long as he met that Emperor, his tongue and information would earn him a place.
Madara turned toward the remaining Whitebeard survivors, still cursing.
"As for you…"
His gaze turned icy.
"Too noisy."
Fire Release: Dragon Flame Song Technique!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Four colossal fire dragons erupted, engulfing the sea in roaring heat.
Marco.
Jozu.
Vista.
All remaining Whitebeard Pirates were reduced to ash—along with their grief, rage, and curses.
The sea boiled.
The Whitebeard Pirates were annihilated.
An era ended.
…
One hour later.
News Coos filled the skies once more.
This time, there was no shock—only numb acceptance.
"Four Emperors Annihilated! The Old Era Ends!"
"Whitebeard Slain! Entire Crew Wiped Out!"
"Blackbeard Kneels and Surrenders! Becomes a Uchiha Lackey!"
"The King of the New World — The Uchiha Empire!"
Big Mom—dead.
Red Hair—dead.
Kaido—captured.
Whitebeard—dead.
In just days, the four great pillars of the sea had fallen.
Pirates, kings, and civilians all understood one truth:
The heavens had changed.
From this day on, the sea had only one voice.