Chapter 46 — Whitebeard? How About Renting Murakumogiri for a Day?
Silence.
Fire Fist Ace, the Second Division Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates, a man worth 550 million berries—
At that moment, both of his eyes had turned white, foam spilling from the corner of his mouth.
He lay motionless at Whitebeard's feet.
On his youthful, energetic face, a large red handprint was swelling rapidly.
"..."
"..."
The ocean wind—usually loud and unruly around the harbor—felt as though someone had pressed a universal mute button.
Every member of the Whitebeard Pirates, veterans who had dominated the New World without fear or hesitation—
froze solid like stone statues.
Their minds went blank.
What… did they just witness?
Ace was slapped out of his elemental form back into his physical body?!
"Ace!!"
A heart-tearing scream ripped through the silence!
Marco the Phoenix was the first to snap back to reality!
"You bastard!!"
"You dare lay a hand on Ace?!"
Blue flames exploded from Marco's body, roaring like an erupting volcano!
His usually sleepy expression twisted into rage and disbelief.
"You…"
"You need to be taught a lesson!!"
He couldn't accept the scene before him.
Ace—defeated instantly?!
He didn't have the time or mental space to question how Akira used such advanced Armament Haki capable of striking a Logia user directly.
All he knew—
was that his little brother was knocked unconscious right in front of him!
Boom!!
Without hesitation, Marco transformed into his Phoenix form.
Both claws, wreathed in Blue Flames of Regeneration, tore through the air with devastating force!
His target: Akira's head.
He wanted to kill this man.
…
Akira remained in place.
He didn't even consider using Murakumogiri, the naginata he had just "acquired."
Instead, he lifted his head slightly.
Staring at the incoming blue meteor.
"Where did this fly come from?"
His voice was calm, almost bored.
Then Akira raised his hand again.
The same hand.
The same motion as before.
Smack—!!!!
A deafening slap cracked through the sky!
Clearer.
Sharper.
More terrifying than before!
"What—?!!"
Marco's pupils shrank as he was still mid-air!
His speed—something he had always taken pride in—looked like a child's plaything compared to this strike!
His claws, which had never failed him, didn't even come close to touching Akira's skin!
All he felt was a monstrous, overwhelming force unlike anything he had ever experienced—bursting from Akira's palm and—
crashing brutally into his face!
Bang!!
Another slap coated in crushingly dense Armament Haki!
His Blue Flames of Regeneration—combined with his Haki—were shattered instantly by that sheer, unreasonable force!
"Impossible?!"
Marco's mind collapsed.
Even his regeneration couldn't keep up with that ridiculous impact!
Boom!
Marco the Phoenix.
First Division Commander.
A warrior on the level of a Yonko Commander—
followed the same fate as Ace.
He shot backward like a meteor!
Bang!
He crashed down right beside Ace.
The two lay next to each other—
both unconscious.
…
"Ah, what a hassle."
Akira casually shook his hand.
As if he had brushed away two annoying buzzing insects.
Seeing the two division commanders lying neatly at Whitebeard's feet, sleeping ever so peacefully, he commented calmly:
"Young people these days."
"So short-tempered."
"And they fall asleep so easily."
"..."
"..."
"Marco!!"
"Ace!!"
"You bastard!!!!"
After a brief silence came a tsunami of rage!
"Jozu!!"
"Vista!!"
"We're attacking together!!"
Jozu's massive body was instantly covered in dazzling diamonds!
"Brilliant Charge!!"
Vista the Floral Swordsman drew both of his blades!
"Rose Rondo!!"
Dozens of other commanders erupted at the same time!
They raised their weapons high!
Their Haki surged violently, shaking the entire harbor!
They were ready to attack together—ready to tear this monster apart!
They wanted to shred the man who dared humiliate their brothers right in front of their Oyaji!!
"All of you—STAND DOWN!!"
BOOM—!!!!
Right as they lunged forward, a shockwave of Conqueror's Haki exploded outward—
stronger than the combined killing intent of every single commander present!
Crack! Crack!
The ground of the harbor slowly split under the overwhelming pressure!
All division commanders froze—paralyzed in place!
"O… Oyaji?!"
Jozu and Vista turned, eyes wide in disbelief.
Whitebeard—massive and immovable—was blocking all of his sons.
The face that usually wore a bold, fearless smile—
was now carved with solemn seriousness.
"You…"
Whitebeard's voice rumbled low, heavy.
"Are no match for this man."
"He is someone…"
"on the same level as me."
"!!!"
"Oyaji?!?!"
Every commander's heart stopped.
What did they just hear?!
Oyaji said—
that even together, they could not defeat this young man?!
That this man was equal to Whitebeard—the "Strongest Man in the World"?!
Whitebeard ignored their shock.
His eyes locked onto Akira.
He set down his sake gourd on the ground.
His large hand—marked by countless years of medical needles—gripped his spare naginata tightly.
"Gurarararara…"
Whitebeard laughed.
But this laughter held no humor.
Only pure excitement—
the exhilaration of a warrior finally meeting a worthy opponent.
"It's been a very long time…"
"since I've met someone as strong as you."
His gaze swept across Akira's three-meter Oni-like frame.
Then locked onto his eyes—cold and sharp like blades.
"I hear you're Kaido's son-in-law?"
"But it seems Kaido wouldn't stand much chance against you anymore, would he?"
Whitebeard's fighting spirit erupted violently!
"Gurararara!!"
"I never expected this!"
"This world is still capable of producing a monster like you!!"
Whitebeard raised his spare naginata high.
"I want…"
"to fight you with everything I have!!"
"Oyaji! No!!"
Jozu rushed forward to stop him!
"Your body!!"
"Oyaji!"
Vista shouted anxiously!
"Your body can't endure a battle like this anymore!"
The other commanders echoed the same.
They all knew—Whitebeard's health was terrible.
A battle at this level…
would claim his life.
"Silence!!!"
Whitebeard waved his arm!
A violent blast of air sent Jozu and Vista flying!
"Gurararara!!"
He roared with laughter!
"Since that bastard Roger died!"
"This sea has been without a worthy opponent!!"
"Today!"
"If I don't fight to the death, I won't be satisfied!!"
BOOM!!
Whitebeard slammed his spare naginata into the ground!
The earth cracked open!
"You brat!!"
Whitebeard glared directly at Akira!
"Do you dare?! A one-on-one fight against me?!"
"..."
Akira listened quietly.
Then smiled.
"Fight?"
"I don't mind."
Akira glanced around.
He pointed at the skeletal structures of buildings that Pica had painstakingly rebuilt.
"But…"
"Fighting here?"
"You'll just end up destroying the city I've worked so hard to rebuild."
Akira casually rubbed his ear.
"Whitebeard."
"You wouldn't be able to afford the damages."
"Gurararara!!"
Whitebeard laughed even louder!
He liked this brat's arrogance!
"If you lose!"
"That money…"
"We won't have to pay, right?!"
"Of course."
Akira nodded.
Then his tone shifted—
a mischievous gleam flashing in his eyes.
"But Whitebeard."
"If you lose…"
"Even the money you have won't be enough to cover half the destruction of this island."
"At that time…"
Akira's lips curled into a sharp grin.
"I'll keep your men."
"To work for me."
"!!!"
"Gurararara!!!"
"You insolent brat!!"
Whitebeard's fury erupted instantly!
"I've seen arrogant men!"
"But none as arrogant as you, brat!!"
"Fine!!"
His killing intent surged upward—forming pillars of pressure toward the sky!
"Today I will—"
His enormous fist, coated with the crackling aura of the Gura Gura no Mi, lifted high!
Ready to smash the brat in front of him—and maybe the entire island along with him!
"Wait, Whitebeard."
At that exact moment—Akira spoke.
Stopping Whitebeard mid-swing.
"Hm?!"
Whitebeard's raised fist froze!
He frowned, annoyed.
"What do you want now?!"
Akira didn't answer immediately.
His gaze drifted to the spare naginata in Whitebeard's hand.
"That naginata you're holding…"
"It doesn't feel right, does it?"
"..."
Whitebeard fell silent.
His raised fist trembled slightly.
He lowered his gaze—
looking at the spare naginata that had accompanied him for decades.
It was true.
The weapon was excellent.
But compared to Murakumogiri—one of the 12 Saijo O Wazamono—there was a world of difference.
"So, Whitebeard."
As Whitebeard remained silent, Akira smiled.
He slowly lifted Murakumogiri, its Saijo O Wazamono aura radiating with overwhelming majesty.
A devilish grin spread across his face.
"I have here a Saijo O Wazamono called Murakumogiri."
"How about…"
"You pay 1 billion berries."
"And rent it for a day?"
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