Kapitel 13: Everyone Will Die

The Island of God Valley, once a tropical paradise, was now a scene of apocalyptic destruction. The battle between Hashirama and the sea powers had left its indelible mark not only on this island.

The Thousand-Handed Buddha, towering at over a thousand meters, stood like an imposing mountain, casting an ominous shadow over the devastated island. The repeated attacks of the wooden giant had left indelible scars on the island, creating a web of cracks that extended like cobwebs across its surface.

The raging sea, driven by the fury of the battle, had begun to erode the island along these cracks, threatening to swallow it whole.

Amid this desolate landscape, the most famous figures of the sea lay imprisoned under the imposing red Torii gates. Their faces, once full of pride and arrogance, now reflected a mixture of desperation and defeat.

Hashirama, the victor of the battle, observed the scene from the head of the Buddha with a serene expression. His red armor shone intensely, and his black mane waved in the wind, like a banner of victory.

Far from the island, two figures observed the scene attentively. They were Kaido and Linlin.

"Won!" exclaimed Kaido with a mixture of astonishment and admiration. "The captain is too strong!"

Linlin, beside him, nodded silently, her gaze fixed on the image of Hashirama standing on the Thousand-Handed Buddha.

They had both witnessed the battle from a distance and couldn't believe what they had seen. They had thought it would be a close fight, but reality had far exceeded their expectations.

Hashirama had shown no mercy. With a series of devastating techniques, such as the Wood Golem, the Wood Dragon, the Wood Clone, the Red Torii, and the Thousand-Handed Buddha, he had crushed the sea powers without giving them a chance.

"This sea is about to explode!" exclaimed Kaido with excitement. "This era will be completely rewritten!"

Linlin, for her part, thought about the impact this victory would have on the future. "From now on," she murmured, "the captain's name will spread throughout history..."

The initial surprise gave way to admiration and ecstasy. Kaido and Linlin realized they had witnessed a historic event, a moment that would change the course of the world.

"It's really good..." said Kaido with a smile. "When all this is over, I must let the captain teach me ninjutsu."

Linlin couldn't help but laugh. "Ha ha..." she said. "Actually, I always wanted to be a ninja."

Both pirates, despite their brutal nature, felt inspired by Hashirama's power and skill. They realized that ninjutsu was a powerful force that could be used to achieve great things.

At that moment, ninjas were not the mainstream in the sea. Many considered them weak and irrelevant. However, Hashirama's demonstration of power had the potential to change that perception forever.

If Hashirama had not been born and redefined what it means to be a ninja, it is possible that ninjas would have gradually disappeared over the course of history. But thanks to him, ninjutsu had the opportunity to flourish and become a respected force in the world.

A deathly silence took over God Valley Island. Except for the incessant roar of the waves, no other sound was heard. The defeat had left the members of the alliance, Marines, and pirates alike, despondent and hopeless.

The humiliation was immense. Their pride and dignity had been shattered by Hashirama, who had defeated them with insulting ease. The thought of their failure being spread throughout the world was unbearable.

Rocks, Roger, Kong, and other leaders of the alliance desperately tried to free themselves from the suppression of the red Torii. They cut, struck, and clawed at the structure with all their might, but it was useless. The red Torii remained impassive to their attacks.

"What kind of ninjutsu is this?" growled Xebec with frustration. "Hashirama, if you are truly a pirate, let us go and fight face to face, like a man!"

Shiki, despite his situation, couldn't help but smile bitterly. "Even the power of my devil fruit was suppressed," he said. "How can this red Torii be so powerful?"

Newgate, with a voice full of incredulity, added, "My tremor fruit is also restricted. I can't use it at all."

Desperation spread among the alliance members. Gaban, urgently, asked Rayleigh, "Rayleigh, what should we do now? If this continues, Hashirama will kill us all soon."

Rayleigh, frowning, pondered the situation. "I can't think of anything," he finally replied. "What about you, captain?"

Roger, concentrating all his energy on his Observation Haki, seemed to detect something important. "Soon," he said with a hopeful tone in his voice, "the power of these red Torii is gradually diminishing. Hashirama can't maintain them for much longer."

A ray of hope illuminated the faces of the allies. If what Roger said was true, they still had a chance to turn the situation around.

With renewed vigor, they redoubled their attacks on the red Torii. They struck harder and with more determination, determined to break the chains that imprisoned them.

They were neither fools nor cowards. They knew that if Roger's Observation Haki indicated it, it was true that Hashirama was weakening. As long as they persevered, they could still turn defeat into victory.

Hashirama, observing the scene coldly, couldn't help but feel a tinge of annoyance. "I was going to enjoy killing them one by one," he thought to himself.

But everything changed. "Everyone will die," he murmured with a chilling voice.

Murderous intent radiated from his eyes. As the pinnacle of piracy, he had the power to do whatever he wanted. These weaklings who had dared to challenge him would pay a high price.

But thinking about the World Government, his intention grew even colder. "Damn them," he thought with rancor. "They dare to set a trap for me on this damned island. They will pay for their betrayal."

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