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The infirmary fell silent, the weight of Whitebeard's words settling over them. For a moment, Ace just stared at his father, at the mischievous, fearsome glint in his one good eye. Then, a sound erupted from Ace's chest—not a sound of grief or stress, but a wild bark of laughter.
(A/N: lol chapter name hahaha....whitebeard...one minute is enough for whitebeard)
He stepped out of the infirmary, closing the door gently behind him, a grin of pure, insane confidence on his face. Marco and the other commanders were waiting, their expressions tense.
"Ace? What is it? Is Pops alright?" Marco asked.
"He's better than alright," Ace said, his voice a low, excited growl. "He just gave me our winning strategy." He leaned in, his grin turning predatory. "I asked Bonney if she could de-age him. He said... 'Give me one minute... and I'll send these government dogs and their entire fleet to the bottom of the sea.'"
The commanders were stunned into silence. The sheer, impossible audacity of the plan, the legendary arrogance of their father's promise... it was the most Whitebeard thing they had ever heard. The initial shock gave way to a slow-dawning, almost hysterical excitement.
It was Marco who broke the silence. He started to laugh. It wasn't a small chuckle; it was a loud, wild, and utterly joyous roar of a laugh that echoed across the deck.
"A one-minute!"
(A/N: lol)
Marco howled, wiping a tear from his eye. "You magnificent bastard! You're crazier than Pops ever was! I love it!"
The next few hours were a whirlwind of controlled, purposeful activity. The Burning Crown Pirates, a crew forged in the fires of war and now led by a cunning new Captain, turned their sanctuary into a deathtrap.
As the sun began to set, casting long, bloody shadows over Kuzan's frozen sea, the lookout's voice shrieked from the crow's nest.
"SHIPS SIGHTED! DEAD AHEAD!"
Five sleek, black CP-0 vessels led the charge, flanked by ten massive Marine battleships. They sailed single-file down the channel Kuzan had so graciously provided for them, a procession marching confidently into the dragon's den.
From the lead ship, Rob Lucci watched them through a spyglass, a cold, predatory smirk on his face. "They're not running," he said to a subordinate. "Fools. They've chosen to die in their nest."
On the Moby Dick, Ace stood at the prow, his commanders flanking him. He watched the approaching enemy, a slow, dangerous grin spreading across his face.
"Yeah," Ace said, his voice a low, excited growl. "But we're dragons."
He raised a hand, his palm igniting with a swirling, blue-white sphere of condensed plasma.
"Let the show begin."
The moment the first Marine ship entered the bay, the battle exploded. Kuzan, who had been lazily sitting on a throne of ice on the shore, simply raised a hand. "ICE BALL!" Dozens of massive, spiked spheres of ice materialized in the air and rained down on the battleships, shattering cannons and masts. From the hidden coves, the Burning Crown Pirates' cannons roared to life, a coordinated barrage that tore through the hulls of the lead ships.
The trap was sprung. Chaos erupted in the Marine fleet. But CP-0 was different. A wave of white-suited death launched themselves across the ice, their 'Geppo' carrying them at impossible speeds.
"Engage!" Ace roared, and the battle began in earnest.
Ace shot into the sky on his Phoenix Wings, a fiery comet arcing over the battlefield. He had one target. He landed on the deck of the lead CP-0 ship, his father's sword already in his hand, its blade glowing with a faint golden light.
"Pigeon-guy," Ace said with a grin. "lets dance shall we."
Rob Lucci stood before him, his expression cold and emotionless. "Son of Roger," he said, his voice a dead monotone. "Your existence is a crime. Justice will be delivered."
He vanished. Using 'Soru', he appeared directly behind Ace, his finger pointed like a pistol. "Shigan!"
But Ace was already moving. His Observation Haki, sharpened by Rayleigh's brutal training, predicted the attack before it was even launched. He spun, his sword meeting Lucci's hardened finger with a sharp clang.
"Too slow," Ace taunted.
The fight was a beautiful, terrifying dance. Lucci was a master of his craft, his movements precise and deadly. But Ace was now stronger. He fought with a calm, joyful confidence, his every parry effortless, his every counter a blast of controlled fire. He was not just fighting Lucci; he was playing with him.
But the sheer number of Marines and CP-0 agents was beginning to take its toll. There pirates were legends in their own, but they were outnumbered ten to one. Their defensive line was starting to buckle under the relentless assault.
Ace, parrying another furious volley from Lucci, knew it was time. He put two fingers to the side of his head, where a small, custom-made Den Den Mushi was clipped. "Bonney," he said, his voice calm despite the raging battle. "It's time. Give the old man his minutes."
In the infirmary, Bonney, who had been listening to the sounds of battle with a terrified expression, took a deep breath. She looked at the giant, sleeping form of Whitebeard. "Okay, old man," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "The prince needs a Emperor."
She placed her small hands on Whitebeard's wrinkled cheek. A soft, pink aura enveloped her. "Age-Age... PRIME!"
A wave of pink light washed over Whitebeard's body. The wrinkles vanished. The scars faded. The grey in his magnificent white mustache turned a brilliant, golden blond. His massive, broken frame filled out, the muscles coiling like giant anchors. The cauterized stump of his arm didn't regrow, but the very presence in the room shifted, from that of a near dead aura to an super saiyan.
On the battlefield, every single combatant, from the lowest Marine to Rob Lucci, froze. A pressure, an aura so immense and so terrifying that it dwarfed everyone's Haki ( except ace ), descended upon them. It was the presence of a true, undisputed king of the sea.
The doors to the Moby Dick's main deck burst open. And there, standing in the doorway, was Edward Newgate. Not the sick, wounded old man, but the man from the legends. The man from God Valley. He was in the absolute prime of his life, his one good arm rippling with a power that could shatter the world.
He took a single step onto the deck. He wasn't even using his Haki. He was just there. And it was enough to make half of the CP-0 agents stumble back in pure, primal terror.
"GURARARARA!" The laugh was no longer a rattle. It was a roar that shook the heavens. He looked out at the terrified faces of the government forces, and his grin was pure, terrifying power.
"So," his voice a force of nature that drowned out the entire battle. "Who wants to be the first to die?"
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