One Piece: The user of the Nen-Nen Fruit, who overturned the sea.

"They're here!!"

As Roy finished speaking—

"boom--!!!"

A figure fell from the sky like a meteorite, crashing heavily onto the street in front of the auction house ruins!

The stone pavement shattered instantly, sending shards of stone flying and dust billowing everywhere.

A huge crater, several meters in diameter, spread outwards from the spot where the figure landed.

The dust slowly settled.

A burly old man straightened up from the pit.

He had a full head of short, gray hair and his face was etched with the lines of time, but the power contained within his body made everyone present feel breathless.

He was wearing a white naval uniform with a cloak emblazoned with the word "Justice" on it. His right fist was still in the position of slamming into the ground, and visible Armament Haki was wrapped around his fist.

Navy hero, "Fist Bone" Garp.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!!!"

Garp straightened up, his gaze sharp as lightning, sweeping over Roy and his group above the ruins.

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was like muffled thunder, echoing throughout the entire street.

"Pirates! Haven't you caused enough trouble?!"

A fierce aura swept over us!

Barrett, nicknamed "Blood Axe," was hiding behind the ruins in the distance, his forehead covered in a fine layer of cold sweat.

"This...this is a naval hero..."

His grip on the axe tightened unconsciously.

Mona, the "Sea Serpent," narrowed her eyes to a thin line, her body instinctively tensing up like a snake encountering its natural enemy.

"Iron Arm" Gula swallowed hard, and the gray metallic sheen covering his hands faded slightly without him noticing.

The three of them exchanged a glance, and all saw the same joy in each other's eyes.

Thankfully, they didn't rush in. If they had actually attacked Roy, they would be facing Garp, not Roy, right now.

No, that's not right.

Even Roy couldn't possibly face Garp...

Gula's thoughts hadn't finished processing.

"Swish swish swish—!"

Three sounds of air being torn apart came from different directions almost simultaneously!

The first one comes from the direction of the port.

A black figure moved at high speed through the air, using moonwalking techniques.

He was incredibly fast; every step he took created a white shockwave in the air.

In a few breaths, he landed to Karp's right.

Black Wrist Zephyr.

Former admiral, now chief instructor of the Navy.

When he stood still, the stone slab beneath his feet silently crumbled into powder.

The black fists, covered in Armament Haki up to the wrists, gleamed with a metallic sheen in the setting sun.

The second one comes from the direction of the Sabaody base.

A torrent of red lava shot out from between the buildings.

The walls, streetlights, signs, and all obstacles along the way were instantly melted by the high temperature of the lava.

The magma condensed into a human shape on the left side of Kapu.

Akainu, Sakazuki.

Admiral of the Navy Headquarters.

The moment he landed, the ground beneath his feet began to melt, turning into a pool of dark red lava.

Those gloomy eyes were fixed on Roy from beginning to end, the killing intent almost tangible.

The third one fell from the sky.

A streak of icy blue light stretched down from mid-air, like a slide.

A tall figure slid down the ice rink, hands in pockets, yawning.

Aokiji, Kuzan.

Admiral of the Navy Headquarters.

The moment he landed, a thin layer of ice formed on the ground beneath his feet, refreezing the magma pool where Akainu had melted.

Ice and fire sizzled at my feet.

Four admirals, forming a semi-encirclement, completely cut off Roy and Shanks's group's path.

The setting sun cast long, long shadows of the four people, which intersected with the shadows of Roy and his group on the ground.

The air freezes.

The pirates hiding behind the ruins in the distance held their breath, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Many of them had never seen anything like this in their lives.

The last time the Navy deployed four admiral-level combatants at the same time was probably back in the Pure Gold incident a few years ago.

And those rookie pirates present with bounties over 100 million—"Blood Axe" Bullet, "Sea Serpent" Mona, and "Iron Arm" Cooler—

At this moment, they were all intimidated by Garp's fierce aura. Cold sweat slid down their foreheads, and their bodies froze on the spot, motionless.

It's not that I don't want to move.

It cannot be moved.

That sense of oppression was like an invisible hand, pressing them firmly to the spot.

This is the power of a naval hero.

The sheer presence of the pirates, with bounties exceeding 100 million, rendered them incapable of action.

But Roy didn't move.

He remained suspended in mid-air, arms crossed, his expression as calm as if he were watching a play that had nothing to do with him.

Shanks stood beside him, his right hand already on the hilt of his sword at his waist. The shadow of his straw hat obscured his eyes, making his expression impossible to see.

Beckman, Yasopp, Lucky Roux... all the executives of the Red-Haired Pirates assumed fighting stances.

Behind Roy, Yamato gripped his spiked club tightly, his eyes filled with excitement;

Savi clasped his fists together, and his giant ape form was ready to be activated at any moment.

Bagesway laughed heartily, but his eyes were more serious than ever.

Enel floated in mid-air, while thunderclouds churned overhead;

The pea clutched its seed, its little face tense;

Kazami placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, leaning slightly forward...

The two sides are locked in a standoff.

The air was oppressive, like the sky before a storm.

Akainu's magma surged beneath his skin, and his gloomy eyes never left Roy.

His killing intent was almost tangible, and the lava pool beneath his feet grew wider and wider, sizzling as it burned the surrounding ground.

This is the person.

They stole the gold from the sky, causing the navy to lose face.

His rampage in Mary Geoise caused the World Government to lose all credibility.

Now they're taking action against the Celestial Dragons in the Sabaody Archipelago.

Every single one of these incidents challenges the bottom line of the Navy and the World Government.

And yet, he was still standing there, looking at me calmly, as if I were an insignificant passerby.

Akainu's fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"Sakazuki".

Garp's voice rang out, deep and warning, "Don't be impulsive."

But Akainu did not respond.

His eyes shifted from Roy to behind him—to the Celestial Dragons being held by Tesoro and Yamato.

Charlos Saint and Charlelia Palace, the descendants of the two creators, were now like two fat pigs waiting to be slaughtered, being held by the scruff of their necks and suspended in mid-air.

Their bubble hoods had long since shattered, their arrogance replaced by fear, and they trembled, unable to utter a single word.

Akainu's pupils contracted slightly.

Celestial Dragons.

Although he looked down on these so-called "world nobles" to the core, they were, after all, the foundation of the world government and objects that the navy had to protect.

Now, they are being held hostage by pirates and paraded in front of everyone.

This is a great disgrace to the Navy.

"navy--"

Roy spoke up.

His voice wasn't loud, but everyone could hear it clearly.

His tone was as relaxed as if he were greeting an old friend.

"Don't act impulsively."