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Chapter 194: Onepiece, It Truly Exists
Chapter 194: Onepiece, It Truly Exists
"Rainbow Shiryu?"
Kuro glanced from the sky, just as Shiryu turned his gaze toward him. A single look was all it took for both warriors to recognize each other's nature.
They were of the same type.
"A master of Iaijutsu?" Shiryu murmured, surprise flickering in his eyes. "An unfamiliar Navy member. Are you newly recruited?"
"Don't underestimate him, Shiryu", Marshall D. Teach called out, watching Kuro from below. "Help me keep an eye on that man—he's not someone to dismiss lightly."
Boom!!!
As his words faded, the execution platform where Marshall stood shattered beneath a sudden explosion.
"Marshall D. Teach, you're the only one unworthy of being my son."
Whitebeard's fist crushed the platform beneath his onslaught, forcing Marshall down to ground level. Gripping his Fist tightly, he growled, "It's you I must kill with my own hands—this is for Sasuki's vengeance!"
Marshall D. Teach fell silent for a moment, then suddenly roared with laughter. "You're getting old, Dad. You couldn't even save a condemned comrade. I was twelve when I joined your pirate crew—respected you, admired you. I even thought, if I couldn't find what I sought, serving you forever wouldn't be so bad. But Dad..."
Marshall D. Teach's eyes burned as he shouted, "Dreams never end! I have my own dream to chase! Blame Sasuki instead! According to our crew's rules, whoever finds a Devil Fruit first claims it. I didn't want to—but he stood between me and my dream. I had no choice!"
Five fingers stretched toward the heavens, shadowed by thick darkness. "Dad, look well at this power!"
"Complication incoming, Sengoku-san."
Kuro drifted down to Sengoku's side, eyeing the chaos. "Aren't you going to intervene?"
Sengoku hesitated, then replied, "Focus on eliminating the Whitebeard Pirates first, Kuro. Don't linger here—pursue the pirates."
He stole another glance at Blackbeard. "What's with that pairing?"
Taking on a group of legendary pirates would be no easy feat. Diverting energy to confront them would risk unnecessary losses.
Their strategic objective lay elsewhere. Observing how these pirates sought Whitebeard, he decided, "Let them fight. They'll relieve some pressure. We can deal with these escapees after this is over."
"Fine", Kuro shrugged, turning to find a quieter corner for his usual stealthy tactics.
Suddenly, a flash of cold steel surrounded Kuro.
Clang!
His blade unsheathed instantly, intercepting a white sword mid-strike.
Shiryu had arrived.
"Oh? A Black Blade? Rare indeed."
Clutching Raikō, Shiryu exhaled a plume of smoke. "But this blade—Autumn Water, isn't it? Not forged by your own hand. Tell me, are you really the kind of man who wields another's sword?"
"Tch", Kuro scoffed, his form vanishing and reappearing behind Shiryu in a flash, his blade descending. "Who charges in swinging, then critiques the opponent's sword?"
"Clang!" Kuro's blades crossed mid-air, deflecting Van Augur's incoming bullets. The sharp metallic resonance echoed through the battlefield as he hovered above the chaos, his gaze locked on the trio below. "Haki-infused projectiles?" he muttered, flicking residual vibrations from his wrists. "Your marksmanship lacks precision, sniper."
The colossal silhouette of San Juan Wolf loomed behind him, cannons rumbling in its hull. Kuro twisted Autumn Water, its black blade humming with latent energy. "Persistent pests", he sighed, eyeing Shiryu's poised stance below and Marshall's battered form still locked in combat with Whitebeard. The old pirate's roar reverberated across Marineford - "Onepiece is truly real!!!" - as Kuro calculated his next strike.
A flicker of movement. Shiryu's Raikō slashed upward, aiming to bisect him mid-air. Kuro vanished, reappearing behind the swordsman in a blur, Autumn Water descending toward his exposed back.
"Still predictable", Kuro murmured, blade stopping millimeters from Shiryu's neck. The Whitebeard captain's blood dripped onto the battlefield below, mingling with the carnage. Somewhere beneath the smoke and steel, Whitebeard's massive frame finally stilled.
Kuro sheathed his blade, turning toward the Marine command post. "Matters grow tedious", he muttered, dissolving into shadows. "Time to end this spectacle."
Shiryu whirled, his blade intercepting Kuro's mid-strike, his stance retreating half a step. "Sorry about that. Marshall says you're a threat that needs watching."
Kuro glanced toward the battlefield where Whitebeard and Marshall clashed. "I have no quarrel with either of you."
Whitebeard would die. Ace would be executed. The Navy's losses remained manageable. That was all he needed.
"Still", Shiryu reversed Raikō into its sheath, unleashing a lightning-fast slash. "Let's dance."
Clang!
Kuro parried, forcing Raikō back. With a flick of his other hand, he called out, "Poison Snake."
A wave of stone erupted beneath Shiryu's feet, surging toward him.
Hiss!
The stone tsunami parted with ease as Shiryu emerged from the gap. But as he did, a shadow fell—the silhouette of a black blade descending from above.
The stone tsunami parted with ease as Shiryu emerged from the gap. But as he did, a shadow fell—the silhouette of a black blade descending from above.
Bang!
The crushing force drove Shiryu into the ground, his boots carving deep marks into the earth.
Lifting his Raikō to block Autumn Water's descent, he grinned up at Kuro. "Your blood will make a beautiful bloom."
"Tiresome", Kuro muttered. With a flick of his fingers, the earth beneath Shiryu's feet collapsed. As the swordsman plunged downward, Kuro prepared to strike.
But then—sensing danger, he moved instinctively. His Sakujū and Kigō flew up, crossing in defense.
Clang! Kuro's blades crossed again, deflecting Shiryu's strike.
A bullet struck the crossed blades, vibrating through the steel.
Swish!
From below, Shiryu slashed upward without hesitation, aiming for a mutual strike.
Kuro ascended higher, hovering above the battlefield, dodging Shiryu's attack. His gaze shifted to a figure in the distance—a man in a single-lensed monocle gripping a long spear, aiming directly at him.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Clang! Clang! Clang! The rifle's deafening cracks echoed as bullets tore through the battlefield, each impact ringing like thunder against steel.
Van Augur's rifle spat fire, bullets slicing the air with sonic booms.
Clang! A wave of stone erupted beneath Shiryu's feet, surging toward him.
Kuro deflected several rounds, then slashed one mid-flight, his arm trembling from the impact. "Haki-infused?" His eyes narrowed.
The bullets weren't just fast—they carried immense force.
Suddenly, a massive shadow loomed over him. Before Kuro could react, more bullets rained down, boxing him in.
Thud!
He evaded, slashing the incoming bullet and sending a crackling arc of electricity along the blade.
Behind him loomed a colossal palm.
Hiss!
Blood sprayed as the palm retracted. Using the momentum, Kuro propelled himself upward, Autumn Water—lodged in the beast's paw—floating back to his grasp.
The palm's owner: the monstrous 'warship' San Juan Wolf.
San Juan Wolf surveyed the bullet holes and deep gash in his hand. "Ow, that stings", he muttered, almost childishly.
"Flying sure has its advantages", Van Augur lowered his rifle, murmuring to himself.
Kuro gripped Autumn Water, eyeing the 180-meter beast, the sniper with his rifle trained on him, and Shiryu below—blocking the path between himself and Marshall D. Teach.
"What an honor", Kuro muttered, clicking his tongue. "I had no intention of targeting you, Teach. But if you insist on this treatment, shouldn't I return the favor?"
"Quickly, finish him!" Marshall shouted, bloodied from Whitebeard's earlier strike. Though battered, he remained alive and fierce. Across the battlefield, Whitebeard's aura flickered, nearing its end.
The remaining fighters unleashed their weapons upon Whitebeard.
Gunfire erupted—pew! pew! pew! Van Augur’s rifle spat bullets like a storm, each round crackling with Haki’s oppressive force. Kuro’s blades blurred into an X-shape, deflecting three shots that vibrated up his arms. "Haki-infused?" he muttered, eyes narrowing. The bullets weren’t just fast—they carried the weight of a New World warlord’s wrath.
Gunfire and steel rained down upon the old pirate.
"Out of bullets", Catarina Devon clicked her trigger empty, the group finally ceasing their assault.
"You're... not", Whitebeard's bloodied form still stood, eyes locked on Marshall. "Marshall D. Teach... Roger's awaited one... isn't you."
"A monster! Still breathing?!" Marshall wiped cold sweat from his brow.
Whitebeard's gaze swept across the battlefield—his fleeing, weeping sons evading Navy attacks, Sengoku and Garp standing grim-faced, Lucius Kro and Kuzan pursuing pirates, and the small figure in the sky radiating danger.
A smile touched his lips. "Men die, but their will endures. The dreams of men—these legacies will never perish. Though I care little for that treasure, Sengoku... you Navy and the World Government fear something that will one day come. One day..."
Whitebeard threw his head back, roaring to the heavens, "Onepiece is truly real!!!"
"Fool!" Sengoku gasped, "Whitebeard, you—"
His words died as Whitebeard's body went still.
The hooded cloak that had always shadowed his back fluttered away in the wind, revealing his unscarred back—smooth and untouched.
Edward Newgate, 72 years old. A terror across the Grand Line for decades. The man known as Whitebeard, whose name once sent fear through every sailor.
Now, at Marineford, he falls to the Navy.
His front, a map of countless scars. His back, smooth as the day he was born.
(End of Chapter)(End of Chapter)
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