On the Marine warship's deck—
Garp had already moved to the railing, staring across the two-hundred-meter stretch of sea at the pirate ship flying a skull flag.
Beside him stood Bogard, Koby, Helmeppo, and several hundred marines fully geared for battle—every gaze fixed on the pirate ship.
Rifles. Blades. Spears.
Hands tightened.
Faces sharpened.
No one dared to relax.
In a fight against pirates, a single moment of carelessness could get you killed.
That lesson was written in blood—paid for by countless marines before them.
Most of the men here had survived real pirate slaughter. They weren't rookies. They didn't have rookie mistakes.
"Colonel Bogard…" Koby swallowed hard, anxiety plain on his face. "Are we… really sure this is okay?"
Raifeng had gone in alone.
Straight into a pirate crew's home turf.
And not just any crew—this one's led by a captain worth 110,000,000 Berries.
Raifeng was only seven.
Yes, Raifeng was insanely strong—
But Koby still couldn't stop imagining him getting swarmed by hundreds of pirates at once.
"If he can't handle a crew like this," Bogard said calmly, eyes never leaving the pirate ship, "then that would be truly disappointing."
Raifeng had fought Bogard to a draw.
That alone proved his strength wasn't a problem.
If Raifeng couldn't wipe out this pirate crew, then it wouldn't be because he lacked power—it would be something wrong with Raifeng himself.
A marine would eventually have to fight pirates.
And a swordsman?
A real swordsman couldn't keep his blade clean forever.
A sword only gets sharper after it tastes blood.
And a swordsman only truly hardens after enough fights where death is real.
In Bogard's eyes, Raifeng's weakness wasn't technique.
It was experience.
Not sparring.
Not training.
Real killing-field experience.
"Bogard's right," Garp agreed.
"B-But…" Koby still looked uneasy.
Around them, the marines continued watching the pirate ship with hard, focused eyes.
The moment Bogard gave the order, they'd strike.
"Enough." Garp glanced at Koby, merciless as always. "Still can't shake that timid habit?"
"How are you supposed to become a proper marine like this?"
"Koby—your mental toughness is still too weak."
"If you don't fix that, it'll become your deadliest flaw one day."
"Yes, Vice Admiral Garp." Koby lowered his head in shame.
But his unease didn't fade.
And he wasn't the only one.
More than a few marines were quietly worrying too—
Raifeng was seven.
And he'd walked into a pirate crew alone.
Could he really do it?
On the pirate ship—
"Marines…" White Bear Rabiz kept frowning, unable to make sense of it. "What the hell are they planning?"
"Sending a seven-year-old child kid onto our ship alone…"
"What is this? A free hostage delivery?"
"When did the Marines get this stupid?"
Rabiz couldn't understand it.
Was the kid… strange somehow?
"Even if he's strange, he's still just some brat," Rabiz scoffed.
"Who am I?"
"I'm White Bear Rabiz—a pirate with 110,000,000 Berries on my head!"
"If the Marines think this brat can deal with us, then they're beyond naïve."
He kept thinking.
Kept circling the same question.
Why send a child?
What was the angle?
"Boss… could he be…" one pirate suggested carefully. "A weapon the Marines trained in secret since childhood?"
"A secret weapon?"
Rabiz's eyes narrowed.
That explanation actually fit better than "the Marines went insane."
Because the Marines didn't usually send people to die for nothing.
"But even if he is," Rabiz snorted, confidence surging again, "who do they think I am?"
"A kid trained in secret means nothing."
"You think he can overturn our entire crew?"
"What a joke."
"Even if they sent ten thousand brats like him, I'd sink them all into the sea."
He slammed a hand down on the railing.
"And don't forget something important."
"This kid came up here alone."
"A six-year-old, by himself, inside our base."
"Even if he had some ridiculous tricks, it won't matter."
"We have hundreds of men."
"We can pile bodies on him until he dies."
That, at least, made sense.
Numbers were numbers.
No one believed a single child could wipe out around three hundred pirates by himself.
Rabiz's grin returned—self-satisfied, assured.
Then—
Without warning—
Something changed.
Hummm…
An invisible pressure spread across the pirate ship.
At first, it felt like a thin stream.
Then—
In the next breath—
That pressure surged into a raging tide.
A terrifying, overwhelming presence swallowed the entire ship in an instant.
Every corner.
Every plank.
Every pirate.
Even Rabiz.
This was—
Conqueror's Haki.
A sky-shaking wave of Conqueror's Haki—
A full-deck, full-ship wipe.
Like a storm surge, it washed over everything.
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