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The blazing flames soared like massive wings, stretching toward the sky. Their scorching heat lashed wildly, stirring up thick clouds of black smoke. The temperature rose at an alarming rate, forcing many onlookers to step back.
Amidst the inferno that seemed capable of consuming everything, a lone, slender figure emerged, flickering in and out of view.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk... I have to admit, that brat of yours has mastered the Flame-Flame Fruit quite well," the Golden Lion murmured, a cigar between his lips, glancing at Roger with a hint of admiration.
Hearing this, Roger couldn't help but puff out his chest, brimming with pride. "Of course! Did you expect anything less from my son?!"
"Hahaha!!!"
But just as Roger reveled in the praise, the Golden Lion's next words sent his mood plummeting.
"You didn't even raise him."
The others also looked at the looming figure in the raging flames with excited faces, choking with sobs.
Whitebeard and the others already had red eyes and were feeling very excited.
"Ace, are you finally coming back?"
"Let's fight together again."
Marco murmured in a choked voice, an uncontrollable smile spreading across his face.
He had been waiting for this moment for so long.
For the past two years, he had stood watch over these two graves like a silent, unwavering statue. Most of the time, he simply stared at them, lost in memories of the days when he laughed and fought alongside his father and Ace. He had longed for those times, wishing he could relive them.
And now, the dreams he had clung to for so long were finally becoming reality.
If not for the searing heat brushing against his skin, he might have believed this was just another beautiful dreamāone he could wake up from at any moment.
In that instant, the figure within the sea of fire grew clearer. A strong, unwavering voice emerged from the flames.
"I, Ace, pledge to make my father, Edward NewgateāThe WhitebeardāThe Pirate King!"
His tone was firm, filled with an unshakable determination that no one could doubt.
Whitebeard burst into laughter.
At the same time, Roger's expression darkened.
Boom!!
With an earth-shattering roar, the raging flames in the sky suddenly scattered.
A young figure stood before themāblack hair, freckles on his cheeks, a tattoo on his left arm.
"Ace!!"
"Gurarara!!"
"My dear son!! You're finally back!!"
Whitebeard laughed as he gazed at the stunned figure.
"Ace!!"
Marco and the rest of the Whitebeard Pirates cried out in shock and joy.
"...I'm not dead, am I?"
Ace looked down at his hands blankly, his eyes dazed, and couldn't help but whisper.
Hearing Whitebeard's voice, his eyes immediately turned red.
He suddenly raised his head.
A bold smile, a majestic figure, and a domineering temperament that gives a sense of security
"Dad!!"
He laughed with tears streaming down his face.
Bang!!
A fist suddenly filled his vision.
Before he could react, he was sent flying backward.
With a deafening crash, the two graves behind him shattered into pieces.
Dazed, Ace lifted his head, his nose crooked from the impact. Blinking in confusion, he stared at the figure standing before him.
"Who the hell are you?!?" He blurted out in astonishment.
Roger casually snapped his fingers, rolling up his sleeves with a dangerous glint in his eyes.
Roger declared viciously.
"āI'm your father!!"
***
At the same timeā¦In the first half of the Grand Line, Paradise.
Marine Headquarters, Marineford.
"Sakazuki!! What on earth do you want to do!?"
"Send troops to Alabasta!?"
"Do you want to disobey the orders of the World Government?!"
"Or do you want to take the entire navy with you and go crazy and then be buried with you!?"
Sengoku angrily threw the military order document in his hand to the ground. His eyes were red, and he was panting, obviously furious to the extreme.
Akainu, seated in the Fleet Admiral's chair, calmly extinguished the cigar in his hand, his expression unchanged.
Slowly, he lifted his head.
A chilling darkness filled his gaze, as if the very air around him had turned frigid.
The cold, domineering arrogance in his eyes was so intense that even Sengoku, despite all his experience, couldn't help but be momentarily stunned.
He had watched Sakazuki grow into the man he was today, but he had never seen this look in Akainu's eyes before.
Madness.
An unyielding determination to follow his own path.
And beneath it all, a hint of exhaustion.
"The old man Sengoku,"
Akainu placed his hands on the table, and his burly body gradually stood up, his torso straight.
Black smoke gradually rose from his hands.
The scarlet magma completely submerged the desk in just a breath of time.
"The battle report has come from the New World. The NEO New Navy has successfully defeated the Blackbeard Pirates."
"That is to say," Akainu's tone was extremely cold.
"Of the four emperors that roamed the New World, only Kaido the Beast is left."
The existence of the Red-Haired Pirates, because of the relationship between Roger and Red Hair, means that they were destined to never be the enemy of the NEO New Navy.