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

The immense power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit filled the faces of the naval soldiers with fear.

Some people collapsed to the ground due to their weak legs, while others turned to run but were frozen in place, unable to move.

Some people couldn't even muster the thought of escaping; they just looked up, staring blankly at the ever-rising wall of water.

"The sea...tsunami—!!!"

Someone shouted first, and then panic spread like a plague through the ranks.

The gasps of 100,000 people were completely swallowed up by the roar of the tsunami.

The waves began to recede.

Millions of tons of seawater, carrying the kinetic energy to crush everything, rushed toward the square. Before the water droplets even fell, the wind pressure had already nearly torn the flags on the execution platform apart.

At that very moment, a blue figure disappeared from the seats of the three generals.

Aokiji's body drew a straight line in mid-air, frost condensed around him, and cold air spread in all directions from his body.

The shadow of the tsunami covered his face, obscuring his expression, but from the faint curve of his lips, it was clear he wasn't panicked.

"The Ice Age".

Two icicles shot out from his palms, hitting the crests of the tsunami waves on either side with pinpoint accuracy.

The ice spread at an incredible speed—starting from the crest of the wave and freezing downwards along the arc of the wave, as if someone had pressed the pause button and then splashed a layer of white paint on it.

The hundreds of meters high waves were frozen into two ice sculptures in just a few breaths. The shape of the waves, the trajectory of the water droplets, and even the folds of the surging waves were completely preserved, reflecting a dazzling white light in the sunlight.

Before the naval soldiers in the square could even catch their breath, Whitebeard's laughter came from the bow of the Moby Dick.

"Your abilities are still as convenient as ever, you little ice cube."

Aokiji landed back on his seat, crossed his legs, and pulled his eye mask down again.

"Your antics are still as frightening as ever, Whitebeard."

Both of them spoke casually, as if they were old acquaintances exchanging greetings on the street.

But everyone knew that this was just the opening act.

Whitebeard pulled his naginata from the deck, the tip pointing towards Marineford Square.

"My sons—"

"Bring Ace back!"

Upon receiving their captain's command, the pirates erupted in cheers. At the same time, gangplanks were lowered from the sides of all forty-three ships, and the pirates shouted as they jumped onto the ice, surging towards the square like a tide.

The ice surface was teeming with running figures, and swords gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

The sixteen squad leaders were at the forefront.

Marco spread his arms, his blue flame wings fully unfurled, and he transformed into a blue meteor, flying towards the sky above the plaza.

Joz's body turned half of its body into diamond, and every step he took on the ice created a crack.

Vista drew his twin swords, the blades leaving two silver-white afterimages as he ran at high speed.

The navy also reacted quickly.

Sengoku waved his hand and gave the order from the execution platform, while Zefu directed the formation from the command platform. Dozens of naval vice admirals simultaneously drew their swords to meet the attack.

When the first group of pirates reached the center of the ice, the Navy's first barrage of artillery fire came crashing down.

The cannonballs exploded on the ice, sending up ice shards sharper than blades. The pirates were blown away, their figures flying through the air along with their blood.

At this moment, while all eyes were focused on the battlefield on the ice, no one noticed that a ship was hovering in the clouds high above.

The Ark's Proverb. Golden lightning crackled silently around the ship's hull, and a semi-transparent psychic barrier covered the bottom of the vessel, completely concealing its presence.

Looking up from below, you can't see anything but clouds.

Roy stood at the bow of the ship. Black Blade Autumn Water hung at his waist, and the sea breeze ruffled the stray hairs on his forehead. Behind him, the core combat force of Beehive Island was all present.

Barrett stood on the right side of the bow, arms crossed, tiger stripes faintly visible beneath his skin.

Tesoro hovered at the stern, his Observation Haki spreading out from him, enveloping the entire battlefield.

Hawkeye leaned against the ship's railing, Black Blade Night resting across his knees, his golden eyes scanning the battlefield below, taking in every sword-wielding warrior.

Crocodile, a cigar dangling from his lips, his expression hidden behind the smoke.

Big Bear held the Bible and remained silent.

Cyrus's hand rests on the hilt of his greatsword.

Lucky crossed his arms, revealing clearly defined muscles beneath his leopard-print skin.

Enel yawned listlessly, the power of the Cloud-Cloud Fruit condensing into a small cloud at his fingertips.

Yamato stood on the ship's railing, looking down at the back of the white-bearded old man below, a complex light flashing in his eyes.

Kuina gripped the Ame no Habakiri, her breathing becoming more rapid than usual.

Tesoro opened his eyes.

"Three rear admirals have died, and the Whitebeard's side has lost six ships."

Apart from Jinbe and Moria, the other Shichibukai are all just coasting along.

Doflamingo was watching the show, Boa Hancock hadn't moved an inch, Judge's ship was still docked outside the harbor, Chinjao was meditating in a corner, and Weevil was still gnawing on a meat leg.

"Kizaru and Marco are playing cat and mouse in the air, Aokiji was knocked away by Jozu once but has already reformed, and Akainu hasn't moved yet."

"Akainu won't make the first move."

Crocodile exhaled a puff of smoke.

He was waiting for Whitebeard to make the first move.

That lava dog may look reckless, but he never fights a battle he's not confident of winning.

Barrett clenched his fist, his knuckles making a series of cracking sounds.

"Old Sha, are you done analyzing? My hands are itching to get started."

"Wait a little longer," Roy said calmly.

Barrett turned to him, his face full of impatience. "What are you waiting for? The Navy and Whitebeard are already locked in a fierce battle; now's the perfect time to enter and reap the rewards—"

"If we enter now, we'll be targeted by both sides simultaneously."

Roy pointed to the battlefield below.

"Look, Whitebeard hasn't moved yet. Akainu hasn't moved either."

The Warring States period was still on the execution platform.

Neither side has revealed their cards yet; are you trying to be the first to stick your neck out by rushing in now?

Barrett opened his mouth, then closed it again.

He may be reckless, but he's not brainless.

Roy is right—although that old guy Whitebeard may have just been posing at the bow of the ship, the pressure of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit enveloped the entire battlefield, and no one knew where his next punch would land.

The three generals were just going through the motions.

Jumping down now would put you at the crossroads of everyone's firepower.

"We have only one goal."

Roy's voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear.

"The middle and upper echelons of the Navy."

Kill as many as possible, including major generals and above.

It's neither helping Whitebeard nor beating Whitebeard.

We are the reapers.

Hawkeye looked up. "When are we making our move?"

"Wait until both sides are tired of fighting."

Roy's gaze pierced through the clouds and landed on Ace on the execution platform.

"When Whitebeard's stamina wane, when Akainu gets really angry, and when Sengoku has no choice but to use his reserves—that will be our time to enter the fray."

There was a few seconds of silence on Ark Maxim.

Then Barrett plopped down on the gunwale, crossed his arms, and began to wait.

Tesoro closed his eyes again, his Observation Haki continuing to scan the battlefield.

Hawkeye tapped his fingers lightly on the hilt of the knife, his rhythm neither too fast nor too slow.

Roy remained standing.

His Observation Haki silently enveloped the entire battlefield, covering every explosion, every clash, and every fallen person.

Everything was as clear to him as a chessboard laid out before him.