"Roar…"
The Golem bellowed again, stomping down with trendous force and smashing a wide area of ground beneath it. Aokiji was crushed underfoot—only spared from death due to his Logia intangibility.
"Trouble..." Kizaru muttered.
His right leg shimred with light, preparing to counterattack, when suddenly, an intense glare caught his eye.
"Huh?"
Kizaru glanced up. From the raised shoulders of the Golem, a blinding white light was gathering.
"Borsalino!"
Garp's booming voice cut through the chaos. It was a warning—this beast was preparing sothing massive.
Before Kizaru could dodge, the Golem released a colossal beam of light. The radiant blast engulfed him entirely. Against the towering surge of energy, his body looked as small as a speck of dust.
"Borsalino!!"
Both Garp and Vice Admiral Tsuru shouted in horror as the blinding beam struck.
Kizaru's body was thrown backward like a teor. The beam followed, obliterating a luxurious building over 200 ters away. The explosion engulfed nearby structures as well. The light, rising like a pillar into the sky, stunned everyone. Even the Five Elders showed visible rage.
Erging from beneath the roots of the giant tree where the Void Throne once stood, the Five Elders stared at the devastation. That throne—symbol of the world's rule—was now buried in rubble.
"Vane! You've committed an unforgivable sin! Even the gods won't forgive this!"
One of the Five Elders glared at the airborne figure.
"Gods?" Vane sneered. "You an those masked pigs who strut around in hoods all day?"
The sarcasm in his tone was sharp, his smirk wicked.
"Die!"
The bloodstained elder with the First Generation Kitetsu, Nasjuro, charged forward, brandishing his blade.
It was nearly dawn, but Mariejois remained shrouded in black clouds. Thunder rumbled across the skies as Kaido unleashed his Thunder Bagua again, forming a vortex of lightning overhead.
The battle between Kaido and Akainu had reached its peak. Both fought without holding back—one a madman among the Four Emperors, the other a ruthless enforcer of Navy justice. When two monsters like them clashed, only destruction followed.
The old swordsman unleashed a massive white slash at Vane, splitting the air with raw force. It was stronger than anything Gion had ever thrown, and that made sense. As one of the heads of the World Governnt and wielder of the First Generation Kitetsu, his swordsmanship was deadly.
The slash shook the void itself, splitting clouds and warping space.
But in Vane's hand, a different weapon pulsed with energy—Ryūjin Jakka, the Blade That Burns Everything.
"He can fly? That's not Moonwalk," muttered the short-haired elder, grimacing. "He has true flight—it gives him far too much mobility."
Despite having every chance to dodge, Vane didn't move. He wasn't running.
He raised his sword.
The white slash raced toward him, but Vane answered it with a swing of his own. Fla-coated steel clashed with raw force—and cleaved it in half.
"What?!"
The old swordsman's eyes widened. He had absolute confidence in that attack—yet Vane had split it like paper?
Without wasting a mont, Vane dove from the sky, straight toward them.
He wasn't just here to fight. He was here to kill. One of the Five Elders would fall by his blade.
But Vane wasn't blind to the odds. With only himself, Kaido, the Nine-Tails, and the Heretic Golem, they had four solid fighters. The World Governnt and Marines, however, had overwhelming numbers and elite forces.
This battle couldn't be drawn out. If it did, they would lose. Kaido's reputation was built on unkillable endurance, but even he had lost to the Navy before. If not for his abnormal durability, not even Seastone or advanced Haki could've saved him. He'd be long dead—buried with Rocks D. Xebec.
Vane's descent was swift.
The Five Elders braced themselves.
"[Reduce all Creation to ash. Ryūjin Jakka!]"
The words ca like a whisper—but the result was hell.
The once-ordinary blade ignited, instantly engulfed in roaring flas. It blazed with overwhelming heat, glowing like molten sunfire.
"That sword... it can ignite?" an elder frowned.
"That's why he's called the Fire Sword God, Vane," said the old swordsman grimly. "Don't forget, Stussy reported that Whole Cake Island was nearly burned to the sea because of that sword."
"Pity about Stussy... Our best informant in the New World, gone."
Vane swung the sword, unleashing an inferno. A wall of fire descended like a tsunami, engulfing the tree roots and encircling the Five Elders.
The towering fire rose like a fortress around them. Only the sky remained open—a vertical well of fla with the elders trapped below.
"What kind of fla is this?!"
"It's like being subrged in boiling oil!" one of them shouted.
"The temperature is insane. It's like our bodies are about to vaporize!"
Panic swept through them.
The elder, Warcury struck back, slamming his palms toward the fla wall.
BOOM!
A massive burst tore open a hole in the inferno.
"Hmph, and here I thought this fla could trap —what?!"
His smirk vanished.
The fire didn't just recover—it surged back, roaring with renewed fury. The wall reford instantly, even thicker than before. Then, as if aware, the flas lunged at him.
"These flas... they're alive?!"
"They hunt their attackers."
From above, Vane's voice echoed, tinged with mockery.
"This fire won't let you go. Even if it doesn't kill you, it'll peel the flesh from your bones."
The Five Elders' expressions twisted into grim determination as the sentient flas pressed in.
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The Original Author nerfed Ryujin Jakka,lol
I'd have edited it but it'd be an overkill.
Btw he hasn't gotten all of Yamamoto's powers.
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