The aftermath of the Haki clash hung over Marineford. Shanks steadied himself against the invisible weight that still pressed down upon his shoulders, the aftereffects of Sengoku's overwhelming divine authority coursing through his body.
"What do you want, Red Hair?" Sengoku's voice cut through the oppressive silence. Though he had returned to his human form, golden energy still flickered around his frame like captured lightning. His uniform was torn and bloodied from the earlier battles, but his posture remained rigid and commanding, a monument to authority carved from flesh and bone.
Around them, the standoff continued with deadly precision. Marines and pirates faced each other across the devastated plaza, weapons drawn and powers charged, waiting for the signal that would unleash hell once more. Admiral Aokiji's ice continued to spread across the ground, while Admiral Akainu's magma form bubbled and hissed. Even Admiral Kizaru had abandoned his usual lackadaisical demeanor, light particles dancing around his form in preparation for battle.
"Safe passage for the survivors," Shanks said, his voice steady despite the tremendous strain he'd endured. Each word was carefully chosen, weighted with the gravity of the moment. "The war criminals are dead, Ace, Whitebeard, Blackbeard. Your victory is complete and absolute. Let the rest go, and this ends here, today, without further bloodshed."
He gestured toward the scattered remnants of Whitebeard's forces, broken men who had followed their father into hell itself, now reduced to barely breathing shadows of their former selves. "These men pose no threat to your new order. They're defeated, scattered, their will to fight broken along with their bodies. Killing them now would serve no purpose beyond unnecessary cruelty."
Sengoku's tactical mind calculated possibilities with precision. Shanks was off-balance from their clash, his legendary composure shaken for the first time in decades. The Marines, despite their losses, rode high on the tide of total victory, their morale was at its peak, their faith in their leadership absolute. But the Emperor's crew remained fresh and dangerous, their reputation earned through countless battles against impossible odds.
More concerning was that Shanks was not the old, close to death Whitebeard.
Kaido would see opportunity in a prolonged battle. Big Mom would smell weakness. The Revolutionary Army, scattered but not broken, would take note of Marine resources expended. Every moment this confrontation continued was a moment where other threats could consolidate their power.
"And if I refuse?" Sengoku asked, though his tone suggested he already knew the answer. "If I decide that justice demands the complete eradication of piracy, starting with every survivor of this failed rebellion?"
Shanks' grip tightened on Gryphon's hilt, "Then you'll face the full strength of the Red Hair Pirates, and we won't be alone for long. Do you think Kaido will sit idle while you exhaust your forces on revenge? Will Big Mom ignore the opportunity to strike at a weakened Marine headquarters?"
He took a step forward, and despite his exhaustion, his presence still commanded respect. "After us, every ambitious pirate in the world will see opportunity in your weakened state. You'll have won this battle only to lose the war, and the chaos that follows will make the Great Pirate Era look like a peaceful interlude. Is that the order you want to create?"
The Fleet Admiral's eyes swept across the battlefield, taking in every detail with cold calculation. His gaze lingered on the surviving Whitebeard Pirates; the remnants of the divisions that had followed their father into hell itself; the Impel Down escapees who had thrown their lots in with a doomed cause. Each represented a potential future threat, but also a symbol of defeat that could serve his larger purposes.
Then his attention turned to Monkey D. Luffy, still unconscious in the arms of his allies but breathing steadily. The young pirate who had stormed Enies Lobby, invaded Impel Down, and arrived at Marineford itself in a desperate attempt to save his brother.
Sengoku had achieved everything he'd set out to accomplish The old guard of piracy was broken, Whitebeard dead, his crew scattered, the Pirate King's bloodline ended with Ace's execution. Blackbeard's ambitions had been crushed before they could truly begin. The world had witnessed the absolute power of Marine justice, and that message would resonate far beyond Marineford itself.
"Very well," Sengoku said finally, his voice carrying across the plaza with the weight of absolute authority. "Take your wounded and go. Collect what remains of Whitebeard's legacy and remove it from my sight. But understand this, Shanks, this mercy is not weakness.
He paused, his golden eyes meeting Shanks' eye with unflinching intensity. "But know also that this is the last time I will show such restraint. The next time pirates threaten the world's peace, there will be no intervention, no negotiation, no mercy. I will respond with the full might of justice, and I will not stop until every trace of piracy has been burned away."
The promise hung in the air like a death sentence, and every person present understood that Sengoku meant every word. This was the absolute conviction of someone who possessed both the will and the power to make good on his promises.
Shanks nodded curtly, relief flickering across his weathered features for just a moment before his composed mask reasserted itself. "Understood. You won't see us again unless you force the confrontation."
As the Red Hair Pirates began moving to collect the survivors, the process was both methodical and heartbreaking. Luffy was lifted carefully by Shanks, his unconscious form a stark reminder of the price of failure. The remnants of Whitebeard's crew, what remained of the other commanders' forces, the scattered members who had somehow survived the systematic destruction of their family, gathered their wounded and their dead with the solemnity of a funeral procession.
Ben Beckman finally lowered his rifle, but he kept his distance from Admiral Akainu, who continued to radiate barely contained violence like heat from a furnace. The Admiral's eyes followed the retreating pirates with anticipation, as if memorizing their faces for a future reckoning.
"Let them go," Sengoku commanded as some Marines moved to pursue or harass the survivors. His voice carried absolute authority, and even the most zealous soldiers fell back in compliance. "Today's victory is complete".
But as the survivors began boarding the Red Force, Vice Admiral Doberman stepped forward with obvious reluctance. "Fleet Admiral, with respect, some of these pirates are wanted criminals with significant bounties. Dragon's son alone.."
Sengoku interrupted smoothly. "Let the world see that even the most determined rescuers failed to save Fire Fist Ace. Let them understand that no amount of courage, no degree of desperation, can stand against justice."
Shanks paused at the edge of the dock, turning back one final time to face the Fleet Admiral. The Red-Haired Emperor's expression was grave, his eyes reflecting a mixture of respect and deep concern. "That power of yours... it's not natural, is it? What you displayed today, that wasn't just the Buddha fruit or advanced Haki. There was something else, something that felt like..."
Sengoku's smile was cold and distant, the expression of someone who had moved beyond such concerns. "Nothing about this new world will be natural, Red Hair. The age of pirates, the age of heroes and legends, all of that belongs to the past. Order demands evolution, and evolution demands sacrifice."
He gestured toward the ruins of Marineford, where Marines were already beginning the process of clearing bodies and assessing damage. "What you see here is not the end of an era, it is the birth of something far greater. A world where justice is not a concept to be debated or negotiated, but a force of nature as inevitable as the tide."
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The Red Force began to pull away from the dock, its red sails catching the wind as it carried its cargo of survivors toward an uncertain future. As the ship sailed into the distance, Sengoku stood amid the ruins of what had once been the symbol of Marine power, surrounded by his victorious forces and the evidence of his absolute triumph.
Admiral Akainu approached, his magma form still bubbling with residual heat and fury. "Fleet Admiral, I still believe we should have eliminated them all."
"We will inevitably end them Sakazuki, just not today. Let them live as the losers they are. Every time one of Whitebeard's survivors looks at their scars and remembers this day, they will be reminded that their father's strength was not enough to protect them. They will carry the message of our victory to every corner of the world"
"Clean the battlefield," he commanded his officers, his voice carrying clearly across the devastated plaza. "Catalog our losses, tend to our wounded, and begin repairs to the fortress."
As his subordinates moved to carry out his orders, Sengoku remained standing in the center of the plaza, surrounded by the evidence of his triumph. The age of pirates wasn't truly over, scattered crews would continue to sail the seas, and new generations would be inspired by tales of adventure and freedom. But something fundamental had changed at Marineford. The myth of pirate invincibility had been shattered, the legend of Whitebeard's protection had been proven false, and the world had seen that even the most desperate rescue attempts would fail against the absolute power of Marine justice.
But even as he savored his victory, a part of his mind was already calculating the next moves in an even larger game. Shanks had been right about one thing, this was just the beginning. The other Emperors would need to be dealt with, the Revolutionary Army would require attention, and the countless smaller threats scattered across the world would need to be systematically eliminated.