The battle of Marineford raged like an erupting volcano. The clash of weapons, explosions, and the fighters' cries saturating the air. Luffy made his way through the ranks of the Marines. Whitebeard, like a titan, unleashed shockwaves that cracked the very ocean itself. The admirals countered with terrifying power, magma, ice, and light sculpting the battlefield into an apocalyptic chaos.
But suddenly, a deep rumble, different from the usual detonations, shook the frozen ground of the bay. All eyes turned to the sea frozen by Aokiji, where cracks began to appear on the ice. A resounding crack tore through the air, grabbing everyone's attention: pirates, Marines, Warlords, and even the admirals. Time seemed to stand still, as if the world was holding its breath.
Then, in a deafening explosion, the ice shattered, sending sparkling fragments in all directions. A dense fog cloud rose, hiding the origin of this eruption. The fighters, frozen, squinted to pierce through the mist. An uneasy murmur ran through the ranks of the Marines, while Whitebeard's pirates exchanged perplexed looks.
As the fog slowly dissipated, a massive silhouette emerged. A pirate ship, with elegant and menacing design, floated above the ice debris, as if it had emerged from the depths of the ocean. Its black hull, adorned with silver patterns, shone in the sunlight. But it was the flag that froze the hearts: a skull with blindfolded eyes, framed by an infinity symbol, proudly flapping in the wind.
An oppressive silence fell over Marineford. Then, exclamations burst from all sides.
Sengoku, from his platform, clenched his fists, his face pale. "Impossible... Gojo D. Satoru?!" he roared, his voice betraying a mix of fury and disbelief. Beside him, Garp narrowed his eyes, an unusual smirk on his lips. "That brat... he really dares to show up here," he murmured, torn between admiration and wariness.
Akainu, in the heart of the battlefield, halted his magma assault, his fiery eyes fixed on the ship. "Gojo... This man is an absolute threat," he growled, his fists smoking.
Aokiji, calmer, adjusted his sunglasses, a slight shiver running down his back. "He never does anything by chance. What is he planning?" he murmured.
Kizaru, true to himself, shrugged with a smirk. "Oh? This is going to be fun, isn't it?"
Among the Warlords, Mihawk placed a hand on Yoru's hilt, his piercing gaze scanning the ship. "Gojo Satoru... The man who defies the world's order," he said softly, a glint of interest in his eyes.
Doflamingo, on the other hand, burst into hysterical laughter, his pink glasses sparkling. "Fufufu! He's here to blow everything up! Now that's a show!"
Boa Hancock, a bit in the background, placed a hand on her chest, a discreet smile on her lips. "Gojo... You never do things by halves," she murmured, her heart beating faster.
Whitebeard, still at the bow of the Moby Dick, frowned, his naginata planted in the deck. "Gojo, huh? Is this kid going to join us... or sow even more chaos?" His deep voice resonated, while Marco, by his side, watched the ship warily. "This guy is unpredictable, oyaji. But if he's here, everything changes."
Luffy, in the middle of the battlefield, froze, his straw hat slightly tilted. "Huh? This ship... it's that weird one from Amazon Lily!" he exclaimed, wide-eyed. "By the way, who is he?"
Jinbe, beside him, furrowed his brows. "Gojo D. Satoru, he's one of the five emperors, as strong as Whitebeard... His presence here is no coincidence."
Ace, from the execution platform, raised his head, a mix of surprise and hope in his eyes. "Gojo... Is that madman really here?"
The fog finally dissipated, fully revealing the deck of the pirate ship. The silhouettes of the members of the Infinity Crew became clearer under the tense gazes of Marineford. Unexpectedly, Gojo was not present.
Sukuna, imposing, dominated the scene with a predatory smile, his glowing eyes scanning the battlefield.
By his side, Maki, arms crossed, gave a cold look to the Marines, her glasses reflecting the sunlight.
Yuki, casually leaning against a mast, wore a provocative smile, absentmindedly playing with a strand of her hair.
"What a mess... This is going to be fun," she murmured, her light tone contrasting with the tense atmosphere.
Choso, crouched aside, watched the scene with a disinterested air, his dark eyes analyzing every detail. Yuta, further back, looked tired, while Yaga stood in the distance.
But it was Naobito Zen'in, slightly staggering with his sake bottle, who caught everyone's attention. His loud laughter broke the oppressive silence.
"Hey, Sengoku-san!" he shouted, a wide smile on his face, provoking a furious grimace on the face of the fleet admiral.
"Naobito!" roared Sengoku, his clenched fists making the platform tremble. "I would have preferred to see you rotting behind bars!"
"Ahaha! You shouldn't say such mean things, Sengoku-san!" Naobito replied, laughing, before downing the rest of his bottle in one go. With a leap, he jumped off the ship, landing on the bow of the Moby Dick, facing Whitebeard.
Marco and two other commanders instinctively interposed, but Naobito, in a relaxed tone, said, "Step aside, Marco. I don't want to tire myself for nothing."
Marco, who had known Naobito for years, sighed and stepped aside with a smirk.
"Hey, old man. Still as crazy as ever, huh?"
"I may be old, but I haven't lost my touch!" Naobito retorted with a laugh. He turned to Whitebeard, his eyes sparkling.
"It's been a while, Newgate." With a friendly gesture, he tossed his sake bottle to the emperor.
Whitebeard caught the bottle with one hand, his expression wavering between caution and amusement. He brought the neck to his lips and took a long sip before fixing his gaze on Naobito.
"This place is a battlefield, not a tavern," he said, a smirk on his face. "You're not really planning to join the party, are you?"
"Ahaha! Let's just say I came to visit a few friends," Naobito replied, his gaze sliding towards Garp and Sengoku with obvious mischief.
"By the way, where's the kid?" Whitebeard raised an eyebrow.
"The kid?" Naobito scratched his head, a bit embarrassed. "He said he had 'things to take care of.' Who knows what he's up to."
On the ship's deck, Sukuna interrupted the conversation with a deep chuckle.
"Enough chit-chat." His eyes locked on Akainu, who seethed in the center of the battlefield. "I'll take the pile of lava. I've been wanting to reduce him to ashes for too long."
Maki adjusted her glasses, a smile on her lips. "The vice-admirals are mine."
Yuki shrugged, her casual tone. "I'll take care of the scenery. A few explosions to spice up the atmosphere, alright?"
Choso, still in the background, muttered in a low but firm voice, "Stay focused, idiot."
Suddenly, Yuta stepped forward, his sword drawn. Without a word, he dashed at lightning speed, his gaze fixed on Mihawk, who observed him from the Shichibukai camp. The swordsman placed a hand on Yoru, a glint of interest in his eyes.
"Interesting," he murmured, ready to respond to the assault.
From his platform, Sengoku barked an order, his voice resonating like thunder:
"Marines! Get ready! These men are a calamity!"
The chaos resumed even stronger. Cannons roared, blades clashed, and devil fruit powers illuminated Marineford with destructive glints.
But amidst this storm, a question lingered in everyone's minds: where was Gojo D. Satoru, and what was his true plan?