The air over the ocean curdled with the stench of the pirates' depravity. Their cheers were no longer just loud; they were a cacophony of the lowest form of human filth.
"Look at them! Look at those little witches!" the lead pirate screamed, his eyes bulging with a sickening lust. "We won't just kill them! We'll chain them to the deck! We'll make them pregnant over and over until they forget their own names! We'll gang up on them one by one while the rest of these brats watch! We'll feed them the flesh of their own friends! Wahahaha! This is the New World! This is how we play!"
The air on the Marine ship didn't just grow hot; it became incandescent. The students' collective rage was no longer just an emotion—it was a physical force that warped the very horizon.
Then, a sound cut through the pirates' sadistic howling.
"HEE–KENNNNNNNNNNNNN!"
The word didn't just ring; it boomed like a tectonic plate snapping, an awakening call that vibrated in the marrow of everyone present.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
The secondary pirate ship, packed with two hundred howling marauders, was suddenly engulfed in a pillar of fire so violent it looked like a sentient beast. The flames weren't orange; they were a blinding, angry white-red, howling like a pack of starving wolves as they leaped across the deck, swallowing the pirates whole before they could even scream.
"What... what is happening?!" the pirate leader shrieked, his face pale as the heat blistered his skin from across the water.
But he never received his answer. A force of unbelievable wind—not a breeze, but a localized hurricane of pure, unadulterated willpower—suddenly caught the burning wreckage. The ship, all several hundred tons of it, was lifted bodily out of the water, rising toward the clouds as a voice echoed with the force of a falling star:
"PASSION WILL NOT FALL! TRUE PASSION WILL NOT FALL!"
The wind propelled the burning galleon into the sky like a discarded toy. But the execution wasn't finished. As the ship reached its peak,
A call came " 70 percent Surge Flood " a massive, brilliant green force—a beam of concentrated, spiraling energy—was shot from the Marine deck, streaking upward like a reverse meteor.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
The collision was absolute. In a flash of emerald and crimson light, the entire pirate ship vanished. It didn't break; it was exterminated. There was no debris, no falling wood, no survivors—just a shockwave that cleared the clouds and left a ringing silence in its wake. The two hundred pirates and their mountain of filth had been erased from existence as if they had never stood on the sea.
The pirate leader stood frozen on the remaining ship, his jaw trembling. He looked at the 18-year-old students, who were now shrouded in the smoke of their own power.
The Aftermath of the First Strike
The students didn't cheer. Their faces remained masks of cold, hard steel. Ace's arm was still smoking from the "Hee-ken" blast, Inasa's eyes were glowing with the intensity of the gale he had just conjured, and Nejire's arm was still extended from the final green burst.
Luffy stepped forward, his eyes hidden by the shadow of his hat. "You're next," he said, his voice a low, terrifying promise.
Zoro unsheathed his third blade, the air around him humming with the intent to cut the world in half. Kid's magnetic fist began to glow red-hot, and Law's "Room" flickered with a lethal, blue light.
The pirate leader finally understood. These weren't kids. These were the gods of the new era, and he had just invited them to his own execution..
The sea itself seemed to hold its breath as the counter-attack shifted from defense to total annihilation. There was no more waiting, no more talking. The air was thick with the scent of ozone, burnt salt, and the cold, hard reality of death.
Luffy bit into his thumb, his lungs expanding with a sharp whistle of air. His arm didn't just grow; it swelled into a mountain of muscle and bone, the skin turning a deep, metallic obsidian as he coated the entire limb in Armament Haki. He didn't run. He leaped into the void of the open sea.
"Shambles."
Law's voice was a clinical whisper. In a flicker of blue light, Luffy vanished from mid-air and reappeared like a falling god directly above the starboard pirate ship.
"Gomu-Gomu no... ELEPHANT GUN!"
The impact was cataclysmic. The massive fist slammed into the very center of the deck, the wood splintering like dry twigs as the keel of the ship snapped under the weight of the blow. The pirates beneath the fist didn't even have time to scream; they were simply erased.
But the ship was only halfway to its grave.
Zoro stood on the Marine deck, his three blades drawn, his stance low and predatory. The air around him began to howl, the sheer pressure of his spirit manifesting as a physical gale. He swung with a force that seemed to tear the very fabric of the atmosphere.
"KOKUJO: O TATSU MAKI!"
A black cyclone erupted from his steel, a monstrous dragon of wind and blades that roared across the water. It slammed into the broken remains of the ship Luffy had just crushed. The cyclone didn't just hit the ship; it devoured it. The wreckage, along with the screaming pirates, was sucked into the eye of the storm, spinning upward in a violent, bloody centrifuge of splinters and steel.
Kid stepped forward, his eyes bloodshot with a manic, violent joy. "Hey! Surgeon! Send me in! I'll finish this job!"
Law didn't even look at him, his fingers flickering in a complex gesture. "Shambles."
Kid was gone in an instant, reappearing high above the roaring dragon twister. He looked down at the trapped pirates spinning in Zoro's storm and let out a laugh that sounded like grinding gears. "Hahahahahaha! Let me show you what a real fist looks like! Eat this, you punks!"
His magnetic field screamed into life. From the wreckage below and the depths of the sea, every scrap of iron, every nail, and every chain rose to meet him. They slammed together—bang, bang, bang, bang—forming a gargantuan metallic limb that dwarfed the cyclone itself.
"PUNK GIBSON!"
He threw the massive weight downward with the force of a falling moon.
BOOOOOOOOOOM!
The collision of the metal arm with the cyclone created a shockwave that flattened the waves for miles. The ship, the storm, and every soul aboard were obliterated into microscopic dust. One moment there was a galleon; the next, there was only a void.
As the two of them began to fall back toward the water, a shimmering path of frost raced across the sea. Shoto stood at the railing, his right side Frost-white as he created a massive ice bridge that caught Luffy,and Kid in mid-air.
The bridge didn't stop there. It surged forward, a jagged road of frozen death, extending until it slammed into the bow of the final pirate ship—the one where the captain stood, his sadistic boasts now nothing but a choked, terrified whimper in his throat.
The ice bridge was still solidifying when a blur of orange and black streaks bypassed everyone. Bakugo wasn't going to wait for a sprint. He was grinning manically, his teeth bared like a predator that had finally been unchained.
"Hahahaha! Out of my way, you extras!"
He slammed his hands down behind his waist, the sparks vibrating with a high-pitched, lethal whine. The explosions became a continuous roar, propelling him forward as he tucked his body and began to spin. Faster. Faster. He became a human drill of fire and nitroglycerin, a localized tornado of heat that tore through the air with a deafening swoosh.
He didn't just fly; he ignited the very atmosphere.
"SHINEEEEEEEEEEEE!" his voice tore through the screams of the pirates. "HOWITZER IMPACTOOOOOOOOOO!"
He reached the lead ship like a meteor falling from the heavens. The pirate captain, the man who had just been boasting about his sadistic desires, found himself staring into the crimson, raving eyes of a boy who looked more like a demon than any pirate. The captain's throat went dry. Every vile word he had spat—the threats, the rapes, the murders—flashed before his eyes like a sickening reel of film, mocking him as his life reached its end. He couldn't even beg.
KABOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM!
The impact was right in his face. A massive, concentrated explosion turned the entire bow of the ship into a sun of white-hot fire.
But the execution had only just begun. From the deck of the Marine ship, Izuku had already completed his stance, his body wreathed in frantic, green lightning. He didn't jump; he simply threw a punch into the open air. The sheer displacement of oxygen created a vacuum that roared like a physical beast.
"40%... DETROIT SMAAAAAAAASHHHHHHHHHH!"
The shockwave was a visible wall of pressurized air. It slammed into the burning wreckage of the ship Bakugo had just shattered, hitting it with the force of a tectonic plate. The massive galleon was sent flying backward through the air like a discarded tin can, tumbling through the sky in a chaotic dance of fire and splinters.
"Shambles."
With a flick of his wrist, Law swapped the air molecules, instantly teleporting Bakugo, Luffy, Zoro, and Kid back to the safety of the Marine deck.
But the students weren't finished. Their fury was a debt that hadn't been fully paid. As the ship tumbled through the air, a barrage of nonstop attacks followed it into the sky.
Nami's lightning struck it from above. Momo's cannons shredded the hull from below. Todoroki's fire and Kendo's massive Haki-clad fists battered the wood until it was nothing more than sawdust. Ace and Sabo added pillars of flame and wind, turning the falling wreckage into an incinerator. The attacks were relentless, a storm of divine retribution that didn't stop until there was literally nothing left to hit.
When the smoke finally cleared and the sea settled, the horizon was empty. No ship. No pirates. No debris. Not even a single drop of blood could be seen in the water; the intensity of the heat had vaporized everything before it could even touch the waves.
The silence of the Sea had returned, but this time, it was earned.
The 18-year-old students stood at the railing, their breathing heavy, their eyes still glowing with the remnants of their power. They looked at each other—sisters and brothers—and for the first time since the attack began, the killing intent began to fade.
From the bridge, Aizawa let out a long, tired sigh. "Well... at least they didn't get the deck bloody."
Garp just laughed, his eyes fixed on the empty sea. "Bwahaha! Those pirates wanted to meet 'witches' and 'kids'... I think they found out that the next generation is full of monsters instead."
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To be continued