On The Eve Of The Top, The Shaking Whitebeard Pirates!

Summit War

Under the clear blue sky, near the sea off Alabasta, Bai Ye stood silently, gazing toward the distant Naval Headquarters, Marineford.

This war—enough to alter the course of the next era—was not unfamiliar to him. Yet, despite its significance, Bai Ye had no intention of joining the Summit War. For him, the outbreak of this war wasn't a burden but an opportunity. It would ensure that, until its conclusion, the Marines would be too preoccupied to hinder his plans.

As a time traveler, Bai Ye was well aware of the Summit War's ultimate outcome. No matter how fierce the battle or how much it reshaped the world's surface, the World Government—hidden behind the Marine's facade—would remain unscathed. Its absolute dominance would persist.

The results of the Summit War had been clear even before it began. Both the Marines and Whitebeard's pirates would suffer immense losses. Even Whitebeard, a veteran Emperor of the Sea, would give his life to usher in the next era.

But the World Government? It would remain untouched.

Despite the chaos and destruction, the rulers of the Holy Land, Mariejois, would continue their oppressive rule, unchallenged and undeterred. Those who dared oppose them would face obliteration. Bai Ye had witnessed this firsthand when a weapon, suspected to be the ancient weapon Uranus, annihilated an entire kingdom with a single blow—all because they dared to defy the World Government.

This reality was undeniable.

To the World Government, the Summit War was just another ripple in the ocean. So long as their absolute authority and the rule of the Celestial Dragons remained intact, they cared little for the fate of the world, its people, or its endless conflicts.

For Bai Ye, who had seen the atrocities of the World Government and the destruction of his home, the choice was clear.

He no longer desired a peaceful life. After thirty years of enduring their tyranny, he had been pushed to the edge when his town was reduced to ash by the whims of an arrogant official. That was when he resolved to activate the second system option—the "Yamamoto Genryūsai Template."

If the world was rotten to its core, then he would be its flame of justice.

Under the expansive sky, Bai Ye's indifferent gaze settled on the sea before him. His determination was unshakable:

The world would burn.

The World Government, the Celestial Dragons—everything that stood against him—would be reduced to ashes.

The Grand Line

Beneath the deep sea, a massive pirate ship shaped like a whale sailed silently toward Marineford. Behind it, over forty pirate ships, each bearing distinct insignias, formed an intimidating fleet.

Any witness to this sight would be left breathless and speechless because this ship wasn't just any vessel—it was the Moby Dick, flagship of the Whitebeard Pirates.

Whitebeard, the strongest man in the world, had arrived.

The presence of Whitebeard's ship, accompanied by 43 allied pirate crews, meant only one thing: Whitebeard had mobilized his entire force.

The strongest pirate of his era, a man capable of destroying the world, was now in the first half of the Grand Line.

Onboard the Moby Dick, the captains of the Whitebeard Pirates gathered, their faces resolute.

"Father's strategy is truly brilliant," one said with admiration.

"By the time those Marines realize what's happening, we'll already be at Marineford," another added.

"This time, we'll make them pay for daring to harm our family!"

Despite the lively chatter, Whitebeard remained silent. His expression was solemn, aware of the storm that awaited.

"Sengoku won't just sit idly by," Whitebeard murmured.

He knew his old rival, Sengoku the Buddha, all too well. The man who had once been a Marine Admiral wasn't one to act without a plan. If Sengoku had gone so far as to announce Ace's execution, it was certain he had contingencies in place.

But what Sengoku hadn't anticipated was the unexpected wild card—the man from North Blue.

As Whitebeard pondered this, Marco, the first division commander, approached hurriedly. His expression was one of shock.

"What's wrong, Marco?" Whitebeard asked.

"Father… there's news from Marineford," Marco said, his voice trembling.

The captains turned to him, puzzled by his uncharacteristic reaction.

"Marco, speak up!" one demanded.

Taking a deep breath, Marco steadied himself and delivered the news that left everyone stunned.

"Marineford sent two Admirals to capture him. But… they failed."

The room fell silent.

"Wait," one captain broke the silence, his voice shaking. "Are you talking about that man? The one who killed a Celestial Dragon in North Blue?"

Marco nodded.

The captains exchanged disbelieving looks.

"But that's impossible! Two Admirals failed?!"

Their disbelief was palpable. They knew the might of Marine Admirals—each one was a force of nature, capable of leveling entire islands.

"I'm not done," Marco continued, his voice grave. "This isn't just about their failure. According to reports, one Admiral was killed, and the other was gravely injured. Marineford's combat strength has been severely crippled."

His words hit like a thunderclap.

"What?! An Admiral was killed?"

"Impossible! Even if he's strong, how could anyone take down an Admiral?"

The captains' shock turned to disbelief. Killing an Admiral was an entirely different level of power—something only a handful in history could achieve.

The captains' murmurs grew louder, their disbelief evident. But amidst the chaos, Whitebeard remained silent. His sharp eyes narrowed as he processed the implications.

The tides of war were shifting, and the world was about to witness a new kind of chaos.