As Jozu's words fell, the other commanders began to murmur excitedly, exchanging eager glances.
Robbing Marineford?
The idea was so audacious, so insane, it was perfect.
For a group of pirates, such a daring venture was not only a challenge but a thrill of the highest order.
More importantly, if they actually succeeded, their names would be etched into the annals of history forever.
Eventually, all eyes turned to Ron.
He was the vice-captain, but everyone knew he was the crew's true strategist, the de facto leader in any major operation.
His decision was law.
Under the expectant and tense gazes of his crew, Ron took a deep breath.
He swept his gaze over the devastated plaza, the thousands of wounded Marines and the smoking crater where the Marine's iconic headquarters once stood.
He knew how insane this was.
No one could guess what kind of powerful old monsters might be lurking in the depths of the Marine's stronghold, legends like former Fleet Admiral Kong.
'And yet,' he thought, 'the battle has raged for this long.'
'If those legends were going to make a move, they would have done it by now.'
Since no one had stepped forward, it was safe to assume they were, for the moment, in the clear.
With that realization, Ron's hesitation vanished, replaced by an unprecedented resolve.
"In that case..." Ron's voice was firm, speaking as much to himself as to everyone around him.
"Let's do it."
Once his mind was made up, he wasted no time.
He issued the command, his voice ringing with authority.
"Then let's go big! We're not just fighting; we're robbing Marineford blind! We're taking everything that isn't nailed down!"
The moment the words were spoken, the crew erupted in a deafening roar of excitement.
Jozu was the first to move.
His entire body gleamed like a diamond comet as he charged forward, shouting at the top of his lungs.
"Hahaha, perfect! Plunder Squad, follow me! We're stripping the Navy Headquarters bare! Don't leave them so much as a feather!"
A wave of ecstatic cheers followed him.
"This is so thrilling! I've wanted to do this for ages!"
"Unbelievable! Wait 'til the world hears we actually robbed Navy Headquarters!"
"This is history in the making! Tomorrow, our names will be on everyone's lips across the four seas!"
"Remember," Ron's voice cut through the cheers, a stern reminder.
"Avoid pointless battles! Our priority is the supply depot in the rear base. Speed is everything!"
The group nodded frantically in understanding.
Immediately, they burst into motion, moving with incredible speed as they darted toward the rear of the ruined fortress, their triumphant cheers echoing across the sky in a blatant, mocking declaration of their intent.
Seeing this, Sengoku flew into an absolute rage.
His body instantly swelled, radiating a brilliant golden light as he transformed into his colossal Great Buddha form.
"Damn them! Stop them at all costs! Under no circumstances can we let them reach the rear base!"
Garp for once was completely serious as he furrowed his brows and watched the gleaming figures darting across the sky.
He rubbed his temples in frustration before turning to Sengoku.
"And how are we supposed to catch them, Sengoku? Look at Jozu go! These guys are way too fast—we can't even keep up."
Aokiji shook his head helplessly. "He's right, Fleet Admiral. With commanders that fast, stopping them is nearly impossible for us. They're not as fast as Borsalino of course, but they're close enough that we can't intercept a whole group."
Hearing this, Sengoku had no choice but to descend from midair, his golden form radiating pure frustration.
It was just as Aokiji said.
At that moment, everyone's gaze involuntarily shifted toward Kizaru, who was quietly trying to look inconspicuous.
"Borsalino!" Sengoku's voice was thick with reproach.
"This is your fault, you know that?!"
Faced with the sudden accusation, Kizaru looked utterly wronged.
"Wait a minute, Fleet Admiral, how is this my fault? I didn't do anything!" he defended himself, looking completely innocent.
Sengoku only shot him a cold glare and didn't press the matter.
Now wasn't the time to assign blame.
He refocused his attention on Whitebeard, his mind calculating.
Since the enemy had no intention of ending this war, they had no choice but to fight to the bitter end.
With that thought, Sengoku barked out a new order.
"All forces, engage in full combat! Crush them!"
The Navy soldiers, who had been containing their fury for what felt like an eternity, immediately charged forward at his command.
The battlefield erupted into another chaos.
.....
Meanwhile, on the turbulent waters just outside the bay, a fleet of pirate ships was silently approaching Marineford.
They were the rising stars of the new era.
The Supernovas.
The Worst Generation.
Eustass "Captain" Kid.
Scratchmen Apoo.
Basil Hawkins.
"Red Flag" X Drake.
"Massacre Soldier" Killer.
"Mad Monk" Urouge.
"Dammit!" Eustass Kid snarled, his eyes fixed on the distant battle, pupils shimmering with a manic fervor.
"If it weren't for that sudden tsunami earlier, we would've been here for the opening act!" He gritted his teeth, his tone filled with frustration.
Then, his frustration turned to exhilaration.
Then, he pointed excitedly at the ruins of the Navy headquarters building and shouted to Killer.
"Look, Killer! Someone started the party without us! They blew the damn fortress to rubble!"
His voice brimmed with excitement at the spectacular sight.
However, unlike his captain, Killer's expression beneath his mask grew impossibly solemn.
As he watched the fierce battlefield ahead, a cold chill ran through his heart.
He saw not just a battle, but a gathering of monsters.
There stood Whitebeard, an Emperor of the Sea.
And opposing him, Fleet Admiral Sengoku the Buddha, Marine Hero Garp, and at least two of the Admirals.
'What kind of hell,' Killer thought, his hands tightening on his scythes,
'Did we just sail into?'
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