Capítulo 307: Chapter 307: Ohara’s Will
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It must be said that Uchiha Madara was an exceptionally proud man.
There was another reason he didn't kill Shanks outright— He had already lost an arm.
Madara understood that this man's combat power must have been affected no matter how minuscule and yet he was so strong, so he earned his respect.
But Shanks and Benn Beckman were left utterly dumbfounded at his question, their mouths hanging open in shock.
"Are... you here to ask for directions?" they asked, almost in unison.
Seeing the irritation on Madara's face, Shanks looked at Beckman who proceeded to give him the directions needed.
Madara didn't even acknowledge them or ask them to repeat… he just left.
Even after Uchiha Madara left, Shanks and Benn Beckman exchanged bewildered looks, both feeling like they'd been caught in a fever dream.
"How can someone be that arrogant… just to ask for directions? He looked like he was about to pick a fight," Shanks muttered, still reeling from the experience.
"Do you think I took that beating for nothing?" Shanks asked, rubbing his bruises with a mix of confusion and indignation.
"Seriously? You're the one complaining? If you hadn't gotten in this mess, I wouldn't have had to step in and get punched around too," Benn Beckman scolded him sharply.
Benn wasn't just frustrated; he was genuinely annoyed.
The whole thing had been absurd, and he couldn't help thinking they would've been better off if Shanks had simply let himself be beaten.
But something else gnawed at him.
"What do you think Uchiha Madara was going to Whitebeard's territory for?"
Despite the inexplicable beating, Beckman's strategic mind took over.
A force like Madara wouldn't move without a purpose.
"Maybe he's going for a drink? Though sake drinking with Whitebeard isn't as fun as with me," Shanks mumbled, scratching his head, seemingly oblivious.
Beckman resisted the urge to smack him again, wincing in pain from moving his hand, as he reminded Shanks.
"Was now really the time to joke around?"
Ignoring his captain's antics, Benn got on the Den-Den Mushi and started making calls, connecting with the other captains, and gathering intel.
Despite Shanks's carefree attitude, the Red-Haired Pirates didn't keep their Four Emperors status through recklessness alone.
They commanded several allied crews who helped manage their territory and gather crucial information.
Soon, Beckman pieced things together.
"So, Uchiha Sasuke was there, too… They must be planning to challenge Whitebeard."
"What? Sasuke wants to take on Whitebeard?" Shanks exclaimed.
"No, his captain, Portgas D. Ace, was the one challenging him," Benn Beckman clarified with a sigh.
They exchanged a look, and Shanks's expression grew serious.
"The sea's balance was already fragile. We need to stop this clash before it erupts into chaos."
"Yeah, right." Benn scoffed, rolling his eyes.
"We just got beaten black and blue. If we waltz into Whitebeard's territory, he'll take it as an invasion and that will lead to an outright war, and if Madara and Whitebeard do end up fighting, it'll send shockwaves across the world, and we can't stop that anyway"
Shanks fell silent, considering the weight of Benn's words. The repercussions would be catastrophic.
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Grand Line, Alabasta
After his call with Uchiha Madara, Colt looked… almost baffled.
"What happened?" Robin asked, her voice soft and curious as she massaged his shoulders.
She'd never seen this particular expression on Colt before.
Colt chuckled, the humor of the situation finally sinking in.
"Madara was lost. He told me to wait because he went in the wrong direction and met Shanks. After beating him, he got the right direction"
Robin raised an eyebrow, barely able to contain her smile.
The fierce and terrifying Madara had no sense of direction? And on his way, he'd somehow managed to give Shanks a beating?
'That was indeed… funny'
Still, Colt found it amusing—Shanks's "peacekeeping" act was a constant annoyance.
"A pirate pretending to be a hero. Maybe that'll humble him a bit."
Colt's chuckle softened as he looked out over Alabasta, his eyes sharp and calculating.
"Nami, Robin—get ready. We set sail tomorrow!"
Nami perked up at this.
She'd been more than ready to leave Alabasta's endless sands behind and was eager for the new journey.
The only thing keeping her sane was the steady income from her trading.
"Where to? Are we heading for Sabaody?" Nami asked, her face lighting up with excitement.
"Nope," Colt replied with a shake of his head.
"First stop is Water 7. We need a ship built just for us."
The East Blue didn't have any renowned shipwrights, but Water 7 did.
If Colt wanted to command the seas, he needed a ship worthy of the endeavor.
Nami's eyes gleamed as she imagined it.
Their current ship was good, but it wasn't truly theirs, and nothing beat the idea of a vessel made to their specifications.
She started mentally designing her cabin, listing off ideas for what she wanted onboard.
Robin watched with a soft smile as Nami chattered about her plans.
This warmth, this camaraderie… It was something Robin had never known on any crew before this.
But Colt's next words made her heart pound.
"Robin, I meant what I said about the truth behind Ohara. The secrets of the world, one by one, I'll help you reveal them."
Robin paused, her heart hammering.
The caring tone in Colt's voice touched something deep within her.
These days, he had been treating her very well, and she was starting to appreciate both him and Nami.
She tried to smile, but her voice wavered, "Ohara is gone, Captain. I'm just trying to survive, now. As for the history… it doesn't matter much anymore."
Colt's gaze was unwavering, though, as if seeing right through her façade.
"The past is humanity's treasure, Robin. It'll light the way forward."
Robin looked away; her face tight with emotion.
How could he understand her so deeply?
She felt her defenses easily slipping.
"Protecting the future, including yours… that was what we do."
That one sentence seemed to strike something in her soul.
Robin's vision blurred with unshed tears.
In his words, she heard the echoes of voices long silenced, faces from a lost past urging her forward.
Colt reached out, wiping a tear from her cheek.
"Ohara's choice was reckless, Robin, but some things have to be done regardless of the consequences. When the dust settles and the fire is rekindled, it is humanity's wisdom and resilience that will forge a legacy. The Will of Ohara… can't be erased."
His words lingered, filling the room with a quiet resolve.
Capítulo 308: Chapter 308: An All-Out Battle!
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(T/N: Issue was fixed this morning, from their side of course)
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The world was on edge, tense and uncertain. News from the New World had rocked every corner of the seas: the Spade Pirates, led by the fiery young captain Ace, had clashed with none other than the formidable "Knight of the Sea," Jinbei.
Their fierce battle lasted an exhausting two full days and nights. It was a relentless storm of power and endurance that ended in a way none had expected.
Jinbei, the fierce and seasoned warrior, had been captured by Ace.
Though Ace's skill was undeniable, few thought he'd overcome a powerhouse like Jinbei.
In the original timeline, they had fought to a standstill.
But now, circumstances were different; Ace's training had honed him well beyond expectation, and his victory was clear.
After all, he knew that if he lost this time, Sasuke would give him a beating he'd never forget.
The rumors of this legendary clash spread like wildfire, eventually reaching the ears of the Whitebeard Pirates.
They wasted no time in setting sail to intercept the upstart crew that had dared challenge one of the seas' mightiest warriors, but most importantly, one under the banner of Whitebeard.
Despite Jinbei not being part of his crew, Whitebeard did claim fish-man island under his banner.
Even restrained, Jinbei looked at Ace with calm as he offered his advice.
"Kid, you may have bested me, but you've got no chance against Pops. Turn back while you still can."
Despite the battle-worn respect that had formed between them—a recognition of strength on both sides— but Ace only grinned in response.
"You don't need to worry, Jinbei. When I take down Whitebeard, I'll help you free Fish-Man Island!"
Jinbei blinked in surprise, the words catching him off guard.
'Free Fish-Man Island? Where had this kid gotten that idea?'
The ground trembled as a massive shadow loomed over the island— The legendary Moby Dick had arrived.
In a single, thunderous leap, Whitebeard descended onto the shore, his bisento clutched firmly in hand.
A wave of Conqueror's Haki surged across the island, sweeping through the ranks of the Spade Pirates.
Most of them collapsed instantly, overwhelmed by the sheer force of his presence.
Jinbei's eyes widened.
"It's... Pops!" he stammered, torn between relief and dread.
He'd hoped to stop Ace, but now there was no turning back.
If the old man was here, then Ace was in for a beating. There was no other way about it.
He had fought Ace, and he barely beat him in the fight, so how could he so confidently challenge Whitebeard?
Jinbei didn't know, but he guessed it might have to do with the black-haired Sasuke.
That person gave him a dangerous feeling… and he was one to trust his gut. It didn't fail him until now.
Unfazed, Ace responded with his own Conqueror's Haki, clashing against Whitebeard's aura in defiance.
Whitebeard laughed, a booming sound that shook the island.
"Gurarara! I like your spirit, brat!"
Sasuke's hand drifted toward his Kusanagi sword, eyes sharp and focused, but Ace stepped forward.
"Whitebeard! I've come for your head!" he shouted, eyes blazing with determination.
Whitebeard's sons flanked him, with Marco and Jozu exchanging amused glances.
"Listen to yourself, kid!" Marco called out, smirking.
"Pop's the strongest man alive. Go play in the mud somewhere, he doesn't have time for someone like you!"
Ace clenched his fist, and a swirling [Hiken] roared to life, his arm blazing as he unleashed it toward Whitebeard's crew.
Marco shifted, his arms morphing into wings of blue flame as he took flight, determined to shield his captain.
But before he could reach Ace, a sweeping slash—a huge arc of pure force—intercepted him, sending him tumbling backward.
Sasuke lowered his blade with a cold grin.
"This is between Ace and Whitebeard. You don't get to interfere."
Whitebeard chuckled, taking note.
"Impressive, brat. Reminds me of that Hawkeye kid!" He put off Ace's flames with a mere flick of his bisento, his grin wide and impressed.
"Marco, you and the boys handle the other kid. This one's between captains."
Reluctantly, Marco regrouped with the Whitebeard commanders, their attention now focused on Sasuke.
Vista drew his swords, excitement flashing in his eyes.
"Uchiha Sasuke! Let's see if you can keep up with me in swordsmanship!"
Sasuke's eyes glinted.
With a mocking smile, he summoned his Susanoo, the massive, armored figure rising around him in a burst of power.
With a mere flick of its sword—a massive blade covered in [Armament Haki]— The Susanoo sent Vista and several others reeling.
Vista's jaw dropped as he sailed through the air.
'Can... can you call this swordsmanship?'
Fortunately, Marco managed to intercept in time, his Phoenix fruit abilities soaking up the worst of the impact.
He scowled, flames moving around him as he took flight.
"You bastard!" Marco shouted, aiming a powerful kick directly at the Susanoo's chest.
But the attack landed harmlessly against the armored figure. Sasuke watched Marco's struggle with an amused glint in his eyes.
With a casual flick, he swatted Marco out of the way.
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A while later, all of the captains, lay on the ground too injured and tired to put up any fight.
"Is this really the world's strongest crew?" Sasuke snorted, clearly unimpressed.
Jozu grits his teeth, glancing between Sasuke and Ace.
The scene didn't add up—the captain was struggling, but his first mate seemed unstoppable.
Sasuke, however, had eyes only for the real battle.
Whitebeard clearly held the upper hand or more like dominating hand, as he was hammering Ace with powerful swings of his bisento.
Despite Ace's strength, he was clearly outmatched; Whitebeard hadn't even used his [Haki] or Devil Fruit powers yet.
Sasuke clenched his fists.
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