In a heartbeat, Kyle's panic turned into pure resolve.
His hand shot behind his back—and a jet-black, ancient-looking naginata slid into his grip.
"Vrrrr—!"
The power of the Ripple-Ripple Fruit surged to its absolute limit.
On top of Armament Haki, the blade was now wrapped in a violently vibrating shock layer. The air itself screamed as it was shredded by the blade's oscillations.
"Come on, you old monster!"
Kyle roared and charged straight toward the incoming black cannonballs.
"Sound Slash – Exploding Phoenix Cry!"
This time, he didn't release a single strike.
He unleashed it as a continuous storm.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
His naginata became a blur, each slash hitting a cannonball dead-on.
Armament-coated steel collided with Armament-coated iron, sparks and shockwaves erupting with every impact.
Each strike detonated the high-frequency vibrations inside the cannonballs—
BOOM!
The first shell exploded less than ten meters away, the shockwave blasting outward like a ring of compressed air. Kyle used the recoil to twist his body midair and slash again.
BOOM!
Second shell.
Third.
Fourth.
From below, the Roger Pirates could only stare.
Miller's jaw fell open.
Mugren's cigar dropped from his lips.
Even Spencer had lost his elegant composure.
This wasn't just swordsmanship.
This wasn't just a Devil Fruit.
It was a terrifying fusion of both—precision, violence, and artistry woven into every strike.
"Is that really… our 'senior'?" Nozdon whispered.
Kyle detonated the final shell in a blazing fireball that swallowed him whole.
"Kyle!"
A moment later, he burst out of the flames—tattered, shaking, but unbroken.
"Kuahahaha!" Roger laughed proudly. "Nice work!"
Then Kyle spun his naginata.
"Whirlpool – Azure Dragon Tornado!"
The sea itself was dragged upward into a spiraling pillar of water and shockwaves, forming a roaring blue dragon that smashed through the Marine formation, throwing soldiers and ships into chaos.
That was when Garp moved.
With a single leap, he rocketed into the sky.
"Fist of Love – Meteor!"
A haki-coated fist like a falling black star shot straight toward Kyle.
Kyle's survival instinct screamed.
"…Captain, save me—!!!"
And then—
Roger appeared.
With one swing of his blade—
"Divine Departure."
The collision split the heavens.
The ocean cratered.
And the war… turned into a party.
As pirates and marines drank together around roaring fires, one truth became clear:
In this era—
Roger and Garp weren't just enemies.
They were legends who greeted each other by trying to destroy the world…
and then sharing a drink afterward.
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