It's worth noting that Dragon had also participated in the God Valley Incident. Back then, he was only seventeen, still a young Marine.
It was during that battle that Dragon witnessed the cruelty and darkness of the Celestial Dragons, planting the seeds of rebellion deep in his heart.
Over the following years, Dragon's power surged astonishingly. The former top cadet of the Second Marine Officer Training Class, having witnessed the Celestial Dragons' tyranny firsthand, resolutely left the Marines and created the Revolutionary Army, earning the fearsome title of the "Rebellious Dragon" or "The Revolutionary."
This choice of his son often left Vice Admiral Garp frustrated, sometimes to the point of despair. The only joy keeping him going in his Marine career was the endless chase after his old rival, Gol D. Roger, engaging him in one thrilling duel after another across the seas.
"Vice Admiral Garp! The Oro Jackson of the Roger Pirates is ahead. What are your orders?"
A man in a crisp suit and top hat, holding a gleaming sword, approached Garp with a report.
"Bogard, full speed ahead! Engage and catch up to the Oro Jackson immediately!" Garp waved his massive hand, excitement sparkling in his eyes.
Bogard saluted and briskly made his way to the bridge. Along the way, a fiery young man with curly hair waved excitedly.
"Lieutenant Bogard! Are we going to fight the Roger Pirates?"
This was the future Admiral Aokiji (Kuzan). His entire being radiated battle fervor, his eyes alight with anticipation.
Bogard frowned, concern etched in his expression.
"Kuzan, don't get too carried away. The Roger Pirates are full of top-tier fighters—be careful!"
But Kuzan hardly heard him. His mind was consumed by the upcoming battle; his blood boiled with anticipation, eager to test himself against Roger's crew.
"Men, let's give the Roger Pirates a proper welcome!"
Garp stood on the deck of the Marine ship, his justice cloak flapping violently in the sea wind. He popped the last few rice crackers into his mouth, their crisp sound carried away by the wind.
With hawk-like eyes, he strode to a row of cannons, each step exuding commanding power. Without hurrying to give the order, he bent down, gripping a black cannonball in his rough, calloused hands.
A layer of Armament Haki quickly enveloped the cannonball, giving it an eerie gleam in the sunlight.
With a low, thunderous roar, Garp hurled the Haki-infused cannonball across the sky, aiming directly at the notorious Oro Jackson.
On the Oro Jackson, the sea-faring warriors were ready. With their keen Observation Haki, they had already sensed the Marine ship approaching.
Shiro narrowed his eyes cautiously.
Petermoo silently tightened his grip on his gun, the friction against his palm making a subtle sound.
And Captain Roger, arms crossed, a faint smile on his lips, seemed to be savoring the anticipation of the battle.
Bitam acted first. He raised his gun, one eye squinting to focus on the incoming cannonball.
With a crisp gunshot, a bullet shot toward the cannonball.
Instead of the expected explosion, there was only a sharp ding as the bullet struck, sparks flying. The cannonball was deflected slightly, but was otherwise inconsequential.
"Damn it! The cannonball was coated with Armament Haki!" Bitam cursed, frustration written all over his face. He kicked the railing hard; metal clanged loudly across the deck.
Roger had already drawn his sword, Ace, his gaze deadly and precise, ready to strike down any cannonball.
Before he could act, Shiro stepped forward, grabbing Roger's arm.
"Captain! Let me handle this!"
Taking a deep breath, Shiro swung his arms, unleashing an invisible air shockwave from his palms toward the cannonball.
BOOM!
A deafening explosion rocked the air, fire and smoke billowing skyward. The cannonball shattered midair, fragments raining down into the sea with massive splashes.
But the battle wasn't over. More cannonballs flew toward the Oro Jackson. Unfazed, Shiro unleashed consecutive air shockwaves, intercepting each projectile with precision.
Every explosion sent massive waves across the sea, a spectacle of chaos and awe.
On deck, Rayleigh adjusted his glasses, eyes sparkling with admiration.
Gaban couldn't help but grin.
"Whoa, whoa, looks like we've got ourselves a little monster in our crew!"
Meanwhile, on the Marine ship, Garp furrowed his brow, puzzled at the sudden destruction of his cannonballs.
He muttered under his breath,
"This isn't right… why are my cannonballs exploding without anyone touching them? Where are Roger, Rayleigh, and Gaban?"
"Vice Admiral Garp! Let me freeze the entire sea!" Kuzan shouted, rushing forward, excitement gleaming in his eyes, hands trembling with anticipation to display his powers.
"Good, Kuzan. Trap them!" Garp's lips curled into a sly grin as he stared at Roger's position. Determination shone in his eyes.
"Roger, this time, you won't escape!"
Following the order, Kuzan leapt high, hands outstretched, unleashing a torrent of freezing energy. Vast areas of the sea solidified rapidly, encasing the waters around the Oro Jackson in ice.
Onboard, the crew was still applauding Shiro's spectacular performance. Suddenly, Buggy sneezed loudly, hugging himself, shivering, teeth chattering.
"Shanks! Don't you feel it? It's suddenly freezing!"
Shanks nodded, gripping his small sword, a thin mist forming along the blade in the frigid air.
"Yep, I feel it too. But Buggy, your red nose is really sensitive to temperature, huh?"
Buggy's face flushed bright red.
"That's got nothing to do with my nose, you idiot!" he shouted, glaring at Shanks.
The frozen sea had set the stage for a clash of titans, with Shiro and Roger prepared to face Garp and Kuzan in a battle that would shake the waves themselves.
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