Capítulo 108: Madara Style
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Initially, nearly all the cameras focused on the execution platform.
However, as Kitaro moved, the cameras quickly shifted to him.
The image of Uchiha Kitaro soaring through the sky was fully broadcasted to the entire world.
"Flying?!"
"He's actually flying!!"
"Is that really flying?!"
"How is he doing that?!"
Seeing Kitaro casually flying toward Whitebeard with his hands in his pockets, countless people were stunned.
Flight—a power humanity has long dreamed of—was nothing but a fantasy for most. Some achieved it with tools, others through Devil Fruits that granted flight abilities, and a few masters of the Six Powers could temporarily stay airborne with Moonwalk.
But none of that was true flight. What Kitaro demonstrated was something entirely different—this was real flight.
Sengoku's expression hardened. He had anticipated that Uchiha Kitaro might have some hidden abilities, but he hadn't expected flight.
Flight was an incredibly troublesome power—able to attack and retreat at will. In many situations, those who could fly and has such power, were nearly impossible to deal with.
The sight of Kitaro flying also reminded Sengoku of someone—a man who had caused the Navy Headquarters significant problems and whose whereabouts the World Government still hadn't uncovered.
Many present couldn't help but take notice of Kitaro's display.
"Oh? How surprising! So, he can even fly?" Kizaru's astonishment was genuine.
"Hmph!" Akainu snorted disdainfully. To him, flight was nothing more than a flashy trick. Against his magma, everything would be obliterated.
"What an idiot! Flying into the air like a target!"
"Die!" Several pirates immediately took aim at Kitaro and fired.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bullets and cannonballs soared toward him.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Explosions erupted in the air.
"Did we get him?!"
The pirates, seeing their attacks hit, grew excited. Kitaro wasn't just any bounty head—his 3-billion-berry bounty symbolized immense fame. Whether they could claim the money from the World Government didn't matter; just taking down Uchiha Kitaro would skyrocket their reputations.
They had envied Kitaro's fame for a long time.
But soon, the smoke cleared. Surrounding Kitaro's body was a gigantic orange-yellow exoskeleton, shielding him from every attack.
"What is that?!"
Many were shocked by the sight of Kitaro's Susanoo, realizing it had blocked even cannon explosions.
Kitaro descended slowly to the ground, his movements deliberate and controlled. A faint smirk played on his lips.
"Flying might be flashy," he mused, his voice calm yet carrying a commanding edge. "But in the end, staying grounded gives me more flexibility. It's better for a real fight. Besides…" His Sharingan glinted ominously. "I need to make a scene here."
With a resigned sigh, he added, almost to himself, "Business is business."
Straightening up, he let his aura radiate powerfully. "Well then..." His tone shifted, sharp and decisive. "Let's begin!"
Kitaro began walking toward Whitebeard's ship. His pace quickened with each step.
"Stop him!!"
Seeing Kitaro approaching, countless pirates charged at him.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Gwahhh!"
Anyone who faced Kitaro was instantly sent flying.
Engaging the pirates with nothing but hand-to-hand combat, Kitaro swiftly dominated.
"Die!"
A pirate swung a blade at him.
Kitaro instantly grabbed the pirate's wrist, snatched the blade, and—slash!—cut the man's throat.
"Perish!"
Bang!
Another pirate snuck up from behind, aiming a pistol at the back of Kitaro's head.
With a slight tilt, Kitaro easily dodged the bullet. He grabbed the pirate's wrist and hurled him like a cannonball, smashing through several others.
"Disappear!"
A pirate armed with a Gatling gun unleashed a barrage of bullets.
Kitaro weaved through the hail of bullets with swift, precise movements, closing the distance in an instant. Grabbing the man's face, Kitaro slammed him down onto the icy ground.
Boom—!
The ice shattered, and the pirate passed out instantly, his eyes rolling back.
More pirates surged forward, weapons drawn, launching relentless attacks.
Kitaro evaded with ease, counterattacking each time. Not a single pirate could last more than one exchange.
Pressing forward through the horde of pirates, Kitaro steadily advanced toward Whitebeard.
"Stop him!!!"
"Don't let him get near Pops!!"
"Ahhhh!!"
"Gwahhh!!"
More pirates charged, but nothing could slow Kitaro. Every pirate who encountered him was either knocked out or killed.
Those who were lucky enough to survive had broken bones; the less fortunate lost their lives.
Kitaro's performance shocked everyone. While the casual observer marveled at the spectacle, the experts saw the terrifying reality.
Though Kitaro hadn't used any devastating moves, his combat instincts and skills were undeniably top-tier. He was a walking killing machine.
"How Scary," Kizaru murmured, his usual sarcasm replaced with genuine awe. He was fully aware that Kitaro hadn't even used his most destructive abilities yet.
"..."
Akainu said nothing, but the intensity in his gaze toward Kitaro deepened.
"Fufufufu! So this is Uchiha Kitaro? What a monstrous freak." Doflamingo's grin faltered as he stared at Kitaro in shock. Clearly, this man's reputation was no exaggeration.
"What a strong guy! Truly impressive!" Moria's eyes sparkled. He seemed to already be fantasizing about stealing Kitaro's shadow or corpse.
"He is Powerful."
Hawkeye, previously dismissive of Kitaro, now looked serious. The man's combat sense, skills, and swordsmanship made him one of the world's greatest swordsmen.
Meanwhile, Boa Hancock gazed at Kitaro with admiration. In her eyes, her man was simply too dashing.
Unknowingly, a war involving tens of thousands had become Kitaro's solo showcase, one man overpowering numerous pirate crews.
"This brat…"
Even Whitebeard couldn't ignore Uchiha Kitaro anymore.
"I won't let you near Pops!" bellowed Rakuyo, Whitebeard's 7th Division Commander, as he swung his spiked flail with deadly force toward Kitaro.
With a slight tilt of his head, Kitaro effortlessly dodged the attack. His hand shot out, gripping the chain mid-swing, and with a sharp yank, he countered.
"Argh!" Rakuyo grunted as he was wrenched off his feet, flying straight toward Kitaro.
Smack!
Kitaro's hand closed around Rakuyo's throat in one fluid motion, lifting him off the ground as though he weighed nothing. His Sharingan flared, the crimson eyes glinting ominously.
"Do you also wish to dance?"
Kitaro asked, his tone calm but chilling, a mocking smile playing on his lips.
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