One Piece: Starting from Awakening the Cosmo at Marineford

These people were covered in blood and dust, their clothes were torn to varying degrees, and more than a dozen of them had injuries of varying degrees.

Compared to the marines lying on the ground, they were lucky.

Aaron's previous injuries had completely disappeared with his rebirth, but his stomach still ached slightly. This was a wound he sustained after being kicked by Fosa during their battle after he was reborn from the ashes.

Aaron put away the Saint Cloth, which was a metal tag, not a square box.

This is the kind of container from the legends of the Sanctuary, but it has been improved.

The tag features a simple phoenix design, rendered with just a few strokes yet remarkably lifelike, vividly capturing the phoenix's haughty and arrogant demeanor.

The tag on my chest wasn't cold; it had a warm feel, like warm jade.

The marine from the North Sea asked, "Aaron, where's your mech?"

Aaron pulled the tag out of his navy shirt: "Isn't this it?"

Marines nodded repeatedly: "I knew I wasn't wrong, this is the technology of Gemma 66 in the North Sea. Only Gemma 66 in the whole world can mount such a huge mech on such a small tag!"

Before Aaron could deny it, the marine continued, "This should be Gemma 66's new technology. In the comics I read, it was just an airplane... a container about the size of a water glass. What's this?"

A dozen or so marines immediately looked at him with evil eyes, their smiles becoming increasingly uncontrollable.

A Marine who seemed unaware of cup classifications was already beaming with excitement: "That's right! In the comics I've read, Gemma 66's eldest prince, Vinsmoke Eich, has a suit that allows him to control flames, called Crimson Lightning! Yours isn't the same model, is it?"

Another marine asked even more urgently, "Aaron, just tell us, how much did you pay for this?"

Aaron was speechless. How could Gemma 66 possibly create a Saint Cloth with her technology? Even Vegapunk couldn't do it.

This is a Saint Cloth, the Phoenix Saint Cloth, a divine artifact! It's not something a mortal could create!

The Phoenix Cloth is unique in that it can automatically repair itself and evolve after being damaged!

This characteristic is something even the Gold Cloth cannot match.

Self-repair can be explained by shape memory metals, but what about self-evolution?

Aaron didn't know how to explain, and was too lazy to explain, so he just smiled and said, "Okay. I originally wanted to keep a low profile, but now I can't hide it anymore."

Aaron struck a cool pose, gesturing with his right thumb and forefinger to his chin: "That's right! This is Gemma 66's battle suit, a custom-made one! It cost a whopping 15 billion Berries!"

The marines, upon hearing about the custom-made model, all wore expressions of "I knew it!" and became even more excited.

Upon hearing "15 billion Berries," their enthusiasm waned considerably, and several marines even twitched their facial muscles a few times.

"As expected, something this cool isn't something just anyone can own."

"Sigh, I can only own such a mecha in my dreams..."

Aaron patted him on the shoulder: "You should read fewer comics in the future. Read more books and newspapers."

"I can't get into those things."

Aaron shook his head and continued to help the wounded.

Medics have been deployed throughout Oris Square to provide first aid to some of the seriously injured.

Some who were still physically able were also helping to clean up the battlefield and treat the wounded.

The pirates have already left.

Shanks took away the remains of Whitebeard and Ace.

Blackbeard left in a huff, utterly frustrated at failing to obtain the Tremor-Tremor Fruit power he had so desperately desired.

Shiryu and the others had just escaped from Impel Down, and although they said they would only leave if they couldn't obtain the Tremor-Tremor Fruit's power, they still followed Blackbeard.

They had witnessed Blackbeard's abilities and ambitions, and because of the Dark-Dark Fruit's unique ability to steal the abilities of other Devil Fruit users, these people were hoping to obtain the Devil Fruit they wanted by following Blackbeard.

Aaron thought that was secondary; the most important thing was that Shiliu and his group were no match for Blackbeard Teach.

If you weren't outmatched, who would willingly become someone else's lackey?

When he was young, Blackbeard was able to leave three scars on Shanks' face. After obtaining the Dark-Dark Fruit power, he punched Ace so hard that Ace vomited blood. His physical skills are definitely top-notch.

This is mostly due to the power of his bloodline.

He was the son of Lox D. Gibbek and a descendant of Davy D. Jones.

Very few people in the Navy and among pirates know about his past.

Aaron didn't think much of it; he had things to do but nothing on his mind.

They worked until evening before the wounded and the dead from the battlefield were finally collected.

As for the pirate corpses, the Whitebeard Pirates came and went in a hurry, and didn't bother to collect the bodies of their comrades.

In addition, although the fighting has stopped, the corpses of marines and pirates are mixed together, and friction and collision are inevitable when cleaning them up, which may lead to another fight.

After dinner, the marines returned to the plaza and the ice to collect the pirates' corpses.

Aaron continued working with the twenty-odd marines.

As they cleaned up, they cursed and swore, "Damn it! We're actually cleaning up the bodies of the enemy who killed our comrades!"

"These pirates have absolutely no sense of loyalty! They talk about being comrades, but they even dump the work of collecting corpses on us!"

"That's what pirates are like. Nothing they do is surprising."

Aaron didn't complain, but simply advised, "You should save your energy. Are your injuries serious?"

"Our wounds have been bandaged up, it's nothing serious."

"Anyway, I'll just live one day at a time and get by."

Under the cover of night, Aaron looked up at the starry sky. The ruins of Marineford looked both desolate and serene.

The marines around me were still chatting.

This time, their conversation returned to their future.

"You said the war is over, and we should go back to our respective branches, right?"

"Probably. Sigh, I don't know how to face my comrades at the base. Everyone who came with me is dead; I'm the only one who's going back alive. How am I going to explain this to the others? How am I going to explain it to their families?"

"Yes. Although it is fortunate to be alive, it is probably not so easy to face the families of those fallen comrades."

Aaron comforted them, saying, "As marines, it's an honor for them to die in battle against pirates. Their families will be proud of them."

A marine looked up: "I don't even have a family. If I die..."

Aaron said, "We are all your family."

"Yes, comrades-in-arms are family!"

I miss home.

"Yeah, I miss home too, and I miss my wife."

"You're thinking about that, aren't you? Haha..."

The marines quickly put their grief behind them and got back to work.