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The name "Rocks D. Xebec" hung over the battlefield like a shroud, a ghost from a forbidden history made terrifyingly real. For a moment, the only sound was the whistling of the sea breeze over the blood-soaked stones of Marineford. The war had stopped. The world was listening.
Marshall D. Teach, the man at the center of it all, began to laugh. It was not his usual booming "Zehahaha." It was a low, guttural, and deeply unsettling chuckle that vibrated with a dark, ancient fury. His face, which had been contorted in rage, now settled into a mask of pure, arrogant malice.
"So, you figured it out," Teach sneered, his gaze fixed on Ace. The denial was gone. This was a full, prideful confession. "My old man always said the world had forgotten him. Looks like he was wrong."
He spread his arms wide. "What of it?! My father was a king who was betrayed by his own crew of fools!" He shot a venomous glare at Whitebeard. "He was on the cusp of greatness! I will not make the same mistakes. I will succeed where he failed! I will take his throne!"
As Teach boasted, Ace's mind was racing, the pieces of a puzzle he never knew existed clicking into place with horrifying speed. He looked from Teach's arrogant, brash posture to Luffy's wide-eyed, innocent confusion.
Ace's blood ran cold. The internal monologue was a frantic, whispered revelation. Luffy met two different men in one body. Inside the bar, a loud, reckless, chaotic fool. Outside, a calm, charismatic visionary who spoke of dreams. That wasn't a mood swing. Oda... he showed us. Zoro even said it... 'It's not him… probably them.'
He stared at Teach, truly seeing him for the first time. Marco said his body was 'abnormal'. He never sleeps. The personalities... they're not just quirks. They're literal. Marshall D. Teach, the ambitious son. And Rocks D. Xebec, the father whose will survived God Valley, living inside him. And maybe... maybe the ancestor, Davy, is the vessel itself, the reason his body is a prison for three generations of darkness.
The horrifying truth settled in his soul. Luffy already met Rocks. That moment outside the bar, when 'Teach' encouraged him to go to Skypiea? That wasn't Teach at all. That was Rocks D. Xebec speaking directly to my father's successor.
The standoff broke.
"KILL HIM!" Whitebeard roared, his voice a force of nature. He unleashed a devastating quake punch, not at the island, but directly at Teach.
"DO NOT LET THEM ESCAPE!" Sengoku bellowed, unleashing his own golden shockwave. "ERADICATE EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM!"
The war exploded back to life, a hundred times more chaotic. But as Teach began to use his "Black Hole" to cover his crew's retreat, a figure shot across the battlefield like a cannonball, his white coat billowing behind him.
"I sent you to hell once, Xebec," Monkey D. Garp roared, his fist coated in a thick, shimmering layer of black Armament Haki. "I'LL GLADLY SEND YOUR SON TO JOIN YOU!"
Garp's fist slammed into Teach, who barely had time to raise a darkness-infused arm to block. The impact was cataclysmic. The ground for a hundred meters around them shattered, the shockwave itself leveling buildings. Teach was sent flying, crashing through a wall, blood flying from his mouth.
"ZEHAHAHA! Still got a mean punch, old man!" Teach wheezed, stumbling from the rubble.
"It'll be the last one you ever feel!" Garp bellowed, preparing to charge again.
But Teach was cunning. He didn't try to match Garp's power. He slammed his free hand on the ground, and a geyser of pure darkness erupted at Garp's feet, catching the hero off guard. It wasn't an attack, but a trap. Garp was momentarily ensnared, his Haki being drained, giving Teach the single second he needed to escape into his shadowy portal. Garp roared in frustration as the darkness receded, leaving him with nothing but a bruised fist and the ghost of his greatest enemy.
The retreat was now a desperate, bloody struggle. The Marines, led by a furious Akainu, saw their opening with Whitebeard faltering. "The pirates are in disarray!" the Admiral bellowed. "Press the attack!"
From the deck of his ship, Shanks watched, his expression grim. It was then that Whitebeard, on his knees, looked up. His eyes met Shanks's across the battlefield. There were no words. Just a long, silent gaze between two kings. Whitebeard's eyes flickered towards Ace and Luffy. Then he gave a single, almost imperceptible nod. Get them out of here. I will hold the line.
A chill went down Shanks's spine. He had just received the final order of the great pirate, Whitebeard.
"Benn!" Shanks's voice cut through the air. "Change of plans! We're not ending the war, we're ending the battle! Get the brats to safety! We are Whitebeard's rear guard!"
The Red-Hair Pirates moved as one, a force of surgical precision, carving a clear path of escape.
Whitebeard saw his opening. A fearsome, bloody grin spread across his face. He struggled back to his feet, preparing to unleash an island-splitting quake with his left arm.
"SAKAZUKI!" he roared.
Akainu, seeing his targets about to escape, let out a bellow of pure, fanatical rage. He lunged in a desperate, final attack. He couldn't reach Whitebeard's head, but he could reach the arm that was about to shatter the world. His magma fist consumed it, melting the limb away in a cloud of steam and the horrifying sizzle of burning flesh.
But the quake was still unleashed. The island of Marineford screamed as it was torn in two.
From the deck of a retreating ship,
He saw his father, standing tall. Alone. His left arm a cauterized, smoking ruin. But he was alive. He had not fallen.
Ace watched in absolute horror. "POPS!" he screamed.