One Piece: Kaido's adopted son, starts with the Eight Gates Formation.

He could sense the terror of that arrow—not the terror of its power, but the terror of its causal nature. Those struck by that arrow would not suffer physical harm, but their "future" would be rewritten.

For example, "Your sword will definitely break the next time you swing it."

Or—"Your heart will stop beating in three seconds."

This is the true meaning of "giving the future".

Yhwach has let go.

The arrow flew toward the red-haired man.

Redhead didn't dodge—he knew that the arrow was tracking "cause and effect" rather than "trajectory," so dodging would be pointless.

He chose to confront it head-on.

Griffin's Conqueror's Haki surged to its limit, and Shanks poured all his will into that single strike—

"My future—is decided by myself!"

The blade clashed with the arrow.

The "absolute will" of Conqueror's Haki clashed violently with the "granting the future" of omniscience and omnipotence at the point of collision.

Space shattered.

One of the palaces in the Spirit King's Palace collapsed in the shockwave.

Redhead was pushed dozens of meters away, his feet carving two deep furrows in the ground. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, and his arms trembled—but Griffin was not broken.

The arrows were "rejected" by his Conqueror's Haki.

Because the essence of Conqueror's Haki is to say "no" to all wills "imposed upon oneself".

Yhwach's arrows attempted to give Shanks a "designated future," but Shanks' Conqueror's Haki directly denied the existence of this future.

"You rejected fate." Yhwach's voice carried a hint of something that was hard to tell—whether it was admiration or helplessness.

He prepared to shoot the second arrow.

Redhead was too weak to block the second arrow.

No need to block it.

A small hand reached out from above and grasped the second arrow that had just formed on Yhwach's bowstring.

I just grabbed it like that.

"I took a nap, and you guys still aren't done fighting?"

Lynn floated above Yhwach's head, sitting cross-legged, holding a lollipop in her left hand and pinching the arrow made of "concepts" between her right index finger and thumb.

Yhwach looked up at the small figure descending from the sky, and his hand unconsciously loosened its grip on the bowstring.

"You're back."

"Hmm." Lynn tossed the arrow away as casually as he would a matchstick. The terrifying arrow, which carried the power to "grant the future," vanished silently the moment it left Lynn's fingers.

"It's so boring down here," Lynn yawned. "Aizen talks too much. Dad fell asleep listening to him, and his snoring was too loud. So I came up here."

Yhwach looked at Lynn quietly.

His composite eye—a composite eye missing a pupil—reflected a chubby little figure with a lollipop in its mouth.

"You're not stopping your men from fighting on purpose," Yhwach said. "You're using me as a whetstone."

"Yes." Lynn nodded, readily admitting it.

"Aren't you afraid I'll kill them?"

"You can't kill them," Lynn said calmly. "Your 'rewriting the past' ability was partially cut off by Uncle Hawkeye, and your 'granting the future' ability was rejected by Uncle Red. Your current omniscience and omnipotence are reduced to just 'seeing the present.'"

Yhwach's expression changed slightly.

It's a very unpleasant experience to have your level of disability accurately analyzed by a three-year-old child.

"So—" Lynn tilted his head, "are you still going to continue fighting?"

Yhwach remained silent.

The ruins of the Spirit King's Palace bear the marks of battle everywhere. One and a half of the five palaces have collapsed, hundreds of cracks have appeared in the ground, and the space itself has become unstable.

The redhead knelt on one knee, with Griffin supporting him as a crutch. His clothes were mostly torn, and there were several spiritual burns on his left arm.

Hawkeye stood beside him, seemingly unharmed, but there were fine cracks on the back of his hand—the physical backlash caused by overuse of the Black Blade Night.

Aokiji finally froze Hasward into a block of ice from a distance. He carried the ice block over, put it on the ground, and then plopped down on it.

"I'm so tired..."

Jhin stood further away, protecting the injured Jack and Quinn. He had deactivated his battle form, his wings retracting into his body, but the wariness in his eyes had not yet subsided.