Chương 46: Water 7 War I

Out at sea, the massive Marine fleet loomed closer. The horns of their warships echoed through the chaos-ridden remains of Dock 5, their banners fluttering in the sea breeze. Fleet Admiral Kong stood at the helm of the lead ship, his commanding presence radiating authority.

"Draco... and who's that winged person beside him?" Kong Mutters,

Behind him, Garp was completely oblivious to the tension, casually munching on a cracker as crumbs fell from his mouth. His laughter echoed, a stark contrast to the tense atmosphere. "You ever take anything seriously, Garp?" Sengoku asked, clearly irritated, as he tugged at the collar of his uniform, the weight of responsibility pressing down on him.

"Hmm? Oh, don't be like that, Sengoku!" Garp chuckled, taking another large bite of his cracker without a care in the world.

Sengoku just shook his head, his eyes narrowing as he continued to observe the shore ahead. He knew Garp's carefree attitude only masked his sharp instincts, but it didn't make it any less frustrating to deal with during such high-stakes moments.

Akainu, standing a little farther back, wasn't as unconcerned. He was watching Draco with a fierce intensity, his eyes burning with hatred. A brief flash of pain crossed his face as he remembered the agony of his previous encounter with Draco. Yukiryu Island. The incident still haunted him, the memory of losing his arm and legs and being helpless against Draco's strength. Even now, with his body healed and his left arm functional again, the wounds to his pride were far from healed. The rage within him bubbled as he clutched his left arm, squeezing it tightly as he steeled himself for the upcoming confrontation.

"That bastard…" Akainu muttered under his breath, eyes never leaving the shore. His fury was palpable, a fire that couldn't be quenched so easily.

Up in the mast, Kizaru lounged lazily, his legs dangling over the edge as he adjusted his glasses. His face was its usual mask of nonchalance, but there was something different in his eyes as he gazed at Draco.

"Oh my, it seems we've got quite the person waiting for us on the shore…" Kizaru remarked, his voice light and breezy, but with an edge of unease. "Look at that, isn't that Draco, The Human God? How scary!" He put on a grin that barely masked the wariness in his voice.

Kizaru's words struck a chord, even with the stoic Akainu. The light in his eyes flickered as he recognized the threat. Kizaru's speed was fast, the fastest ever, yet even he knew that Draco's speed could match, if not surpass, his own. The thought of facing such an opponent sent a ripple of unease through him.

With a sigh, Kizaru stood up, hopping down from the mast with fluid grace. He landed beside Akainu, his usual indifference slipping ever so slightly.

"So, are you ready to fight?" Kizaru asked, his voice a little more measured than usual.

Akainu gritted his teeth. "I'll kill every last one of them." His words were cold, but there was a sharpness to them, an intensity that Kizaru could almost feel in the air. But beneath that ferocity, Kizaru could hear the subtle undertone of uncertainty. Even Akainu was not immune to the threat Draco posed.

Before the conversation could go any further, Kong raised his hand, silencing the chatter of the officers and crew. His commanding presence was enough to still even the most anxious minds. His gaze was steady, eyes focused on the shore.

"Focus!" Kong's voice rang out, deep and commanding. "This isn't just about Draco. Roger is here somewhere, and we can't let him slip through our fingers. Prepare for a full assault!"

The Marines, who had been murmuring and preparing for battle, now straightened and focused their attention on the orders ahead. Kong's command was clear, this wasn't just a skirmish. It was the battle that would define the fate of many. With the infamous Draco and Roger in play, this fight would change everything.

The warships began to close in on the shore, their cannons ready to unleash. Each Marine knew that this would be no ordinary fight, and as Kong's words resonated. They were ready for war.

[Dock 5 Shore]

Draco stood motionless on the shoreline, his crimson-ringed eyes fixated on the approaching Marine fleet. His killing intent had dissipated into an eerie calm, but the weight of his presence remained suffocating. Enel, now at his side, crackled faintly with static energy, an eager grin stretching across his face.

Enel stretched his arms, lightning dancing along his fingertips as he watched the battalion draw nearer. "Heh, they're sending the whole Navy for us. Flattering, don't you think?"

Draco's gaze remained fixed on the fleet, his expression unreadable. "This isn't flattery. It's desperation. They know who they're up against."

Enel tilted his head, smirking. "So, what's the plan, Captain? You're the type to just wait and react."

Draco finally moved, his hands gripped into a fist, his fighting spirit rising. "Not this time... the plan is simple. I'll break their will."

As the first Marine ship began to dock, Draco stepped forward, the sand crunching beneath his sandals. His killing intent resurfaced, heavier and more focused than before, radiating an oppressive wave. Enel whistled lowly, his grin widening.

From the ship's deck, Rear Admiral Kota shouted orders to his men. "Prepare to engage! Target Draco first!"

The Marines aimed their cannons, the decks swarming with soldiers armed to the teeth.

Enel's laughter crackled through the air. "Draco First? They have no idea what they've walked into."

"Enough talk," Draco said coldly. With a single motion, he gets into his fighting stance, ready to throw a fist. The wind shifted, the air around him vibrating with power.

"Fire!" Kota roared, and the cannons thundered as a barrage of cannonballs soared toward the shore.

Draco didn't flinch. With a casual swing of his fist, a shockwave, imbued with Haki, ripped through the air. The cannonballs were cracked mid-flight, their fragments flying back at the Marines, scattering and breaking apart their ship.

The worst had yet to come, Draco's shockwave from the swung had now crashed into the battleship. Creating a gaping hole in the giant battleship, breaking it in two, and sinking it. Killing everyone who had faced the shockwave upfront. Rear Admiral Kota was no more.

The Marines from other battleships froze, their faces pale with fear.

Draco took another step forward, pointing his finger toward the Kongs battleship. "Send your best after me..."

Enel, standing beside him, raised his hand skyward. "Guess I'll start things off!" Lightning surged from his body, climbing into the clouds above.

{Sango}

bolt of lightning struck the decks of one of the side battleships, instantly incapacitating dozens of Marines. The air crackled with electricity, and the smell of ozone filled the battlefield.

From his vantage point, Kong frowned, his expression grim. "This war will kill many..."

[Buggy and Shanks at Dock 1]

Meanwhile, Shanks and Buggy reached Dock 1, dumping Taylor unceremoniously onto the ground.

"Hostage secured," Shanks said, brushing off his hands.

Buggy looked toward the distant battle, anxiety creeping into his voice. "Do you think we're really ready for this? I mean, there is a Fleet Admiral out there!"

Shanks smirked, his grip tightening on his sword. "Doesn't matter. We're Roger's crew. We've faced worse."

"Yeah! Even that Lightning Charger is fighting upfront!"

As the sound of the Marine fleet's cannons reached their ears, the two readied themselves for the fight to come.

[Dock 5 Shore]

The battle between the forces of Pirate and Marine had begun in full force, and the air crackled with the tension of impending destruction. As Enel unleashed a devastating barrage of lightning bolts at the Marines, the chaos on the shore escalated further. Amidst the turmoil, Garp, standing at the head of the Kong Battleship, took a deep breath, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the horizon.

"Brat!" Garp yelled, his voice carrying with the weight of authority, "I haven't tested your strength... Shall I do so?"

Kong, standing nearby, let out a sigh. He had seen this all too often, the unstoppable force that was Garp's competitive nature. He knew exactly what was coming, but there was no stopping it now.

Garp's grin stretched wider, his eyes gleaming red with anticipation. His Conqueror's Haki pulsed around him like a violent storm, sending ripples of air across the deck of the battleship. The sea itself seemed to tremble as waves parted under the immense pressure of his power.

With a sudden and explosive movement, Garp bent his legs like a spring, gathering his strength. His muscles bulged as he prepared to launch himself into the fray. In the blink of an eye, he was airborne, the air distorting as he rocketed towards the shore. The figurehead of Kong's Battleship splintered under the force of Garp's takeoff, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake.

"BWAHAHAHAHH!!!! DRACO!!!!!" Garp roared, his voice shaking the very sea beneath him as he blitzed toward his target.

Enel, standing nearby and watching the chaos unfold, couldn't help but smirk. "Yahahaha... Good luck, Captain," he said, his eyes lighting up with sweat before he used his Lightning Devil Fruit to phase out of sight, retreating to a safe distance.

Draco, however, remained unshaken. He stood tall, his expression unbothered as Garp's meteoric leap came crashing down on him. Even with the destructive power radiating from Garp, Draco didn't flinch.

As Garp neared, his eyes blazing with excitement, he cocked his massive fist back, prepared to unleash his full might. The sheer kinetic energy packed into that punch was enough to send anyone else flying. Anyone except Draco, that is.

{METEOR IMPACT!!!}

With a casual movement, Draco's arm shot out, and he caught Garp's fist with one hand. The collision of their forces was nothing short of catastrophic. The shockwaves that followed sent ripples through the very clouds above, tearing them apart.

The ground beneath them cracked and crumbled, splitting open the island from the very core. The damage was so severe that the entire area around Water 7's Dock 5 fractured, breaking apart in all directions. Buildings were sent flying, debris scattering in every direction as the world trembled beneath the weight of their clash.

Garp's face twisted in surprise as he struggled to push against Draco's grip. His colossal strength, which could crush mountains and sink ships, was having no effect on the immovable wall of power before him. For the first time in his life, Garp felt truly challenged. His fist, filled with the energy of his Conqueror's Haki, was stopped cold, unable to break through Draco's defenses.

Draco smiled. There was something undeniably satisfying about seeing Garp, one of the strongest men alive, upfront. It was a spectacle he had always admired from a One Piece. And now, at this moment, he couldn't help but appreciate the Marine Hero for the Powerhouse he was.

Seeing Draco's smile only fueled Garp's excitement further. His grin stretched wider, his fighting spirit igniting in full force. "AHH!!! I see! You want me to get serious, huh? Well then!"

With a sudden burst of power, Garp grabbed Draco's face, his grip tightening like a black hole. The force of his hands was enough to cause the very air around them to crack. Without warning, Garp lifted Draco off the ground and slammed him down with terrifying strength. The ground cracked and shattered beneath them as Garp's Conqueror's Haki exploded outwards, sending shockwaves that obliterated everything in the immediate vicinity. Even more buildings, debris, and stone were scattered to the winds, the area becoming a warzone of destruction.

{BLUE HOLE}

Garp bellowed, his voice filled with manic glee. "BWAHAHAH! How'd you like that, Draco?!"

Draco's body collided with the earth, creating a massive crater that seemed to swallow everything in its path. But even as the dust settled and the shockwaves reverberated, Draco's grin never faltered. His body may have hit the ground, but Draco felt no pain.