One Piece: Starting with Sharingan, First Mate Uchiha

At that heartbreaking yet resolute moment, a clear "clang" of a sword rang out, like lightning tearing through the night, suddenly resounding through the sky!

A sharp sword aura, no less powerful than that of the world's greatest swordsman, pierced through the air.

The sword energy struck the thick blade of Murakumogiri with absolute precision.

The immense impact forcefully deflected the trajectory of the white-bearded man's strike, which was imbued with profound "fatherly love."

"Boom!"

The Murakumogiri, which was originally intended to smash into the squad leaders, crashed heavily onto the open ground to the side.

The violent tremor instantly triggered a severe local earthquake, sending countless rocks and ice fragments soaring into the sky.

"He brutally murdered his own son."

"That's not like you, Whitebeard."

Accompanied by that calm yet infinitely majestic voice, a huge sailing ship flying the iconic skull and crossbones pirate flag—the Red Fox—appeared.

Unbeknownst to them, they had silently broken through the navy's proud and formidable encirclement.

Like a ghost ship crossing the underworld, it steadily docked at the edge of the cracked ice.

A sea breeze rises.

Shanks, the "red-haired" man, appeared calmly in everyone's sight, wearing a large black cloak and with only his right arm remaining.

He was surrounded by his first mate Ben Beckman, sniper Yasopp, Raki Luke, and other key figures renowned throughout the New World.

These men, standing atop the vast ocean, walked steadily down from the warship, officially stepping into this hellish battlefield.

As Shanks continues to advance.

An overwhelming aura of Conqueror's Haki, even more ferocious than Whitebeard at his peak, swept across the entire Marineford arena like a tangible raging torrent!

"Buzz—!"

Those elite naval personnel who were already teetering on the brink of collapse and struggling to hold on under the oppressive aura of the Whitebeard.

Under this even more domineering spiritual impact, the defense line completely collapsed.

They rolled their eyes back in droves, and before they could even utter a scream, they passed out like wheat being harvested, the sound of weapons falling echoing in the air.

It wasn't just an absolute mental crushing; this domineering aura even affected the physical space of reality.

Even the hardened stone walls and millennia-old ice of Marineford, forged through countless trials, cracked inch by inch under the pressure of this invisible force, emitting a series of "crackling" sounds.

The giant naval warships anchored in the bay were like small boats in a raging storm, creaking and groaning under the weight of this overwhelming aura.

Faced with this sudden change.

Aokiji and Kizaru, who were preparing to take advantage of the situation and launch a surprise attack on the Whitebeard Pirates, immediately stopped in their tracks.

The expressions on the two generals' faces instantly became more solemn than ever before.

They were well aware of the significance of this one-armed man.

Sengoku, standing on the ruins of the execution platform, frowned deeply, his imposing eyes fixed on Shanks, and he demanded in a stern voice:

"Redhead... what are you trying to do here at this time?!"

Shanks ignored Sengoku's question.

He walked straight to the middle of Marco and the white-bearded man and stopped.

He raised his head, his deep eyes glancing at the white-bearded man, whose body was covered in blood but whose aura was still at its peak. A hint of astonishment and surprise flashed uncontrollably in his eyes.

Shanks narrowed his eyes slightly and murmured softly:

"It seems someone has changed the course of fate..."

Then, suppressing his surprise, he turned to face Sengoku and spoke in a loud voice that resonated throughout the hall:

"I just stopped Kaido, who was trying to take advantage of the chaos, in the New World, and I rushed over here without stopping."

Shanks turned to look at the white-bearded man beside him, his tone carrying a hint of admonition:

"Whitebeard, now that Ace has been successfully rescued..."

"There's no need for you to keep insisting on dragging this island down with you, is there?"

"Shut up!"

In the distance, Akainu struggled to his feet amidst the ruins.

He clutched the blood-soaked gash on his left shoulder, and the scorch marks from the black flames still lingered on his chest.

This iron-willed general, like a wild beast utterly enraged, roared with reckless abandon:

"Stop talking nonsense, Redhead!"

"You bastard, do you really think you can get rid of these pirates who have so brazenly trampled on the Navy's justice unscathed with just a few words from you?!"

Faced with Akainu's incompetent rage, Shanks did not back down in the slightest.

He slowly extended his only remaining right hand and grasped the hilt of the "Griffin" sword at his waist.

With a clang, the famous sword was drawn, its sharp blade reflecting the smoke and fire.

Shanks's extremely imposing gaze slowly swept across the entire arena.

Whether it was the three admirals of the Navy who were eyeing him covetously, the seven warlords of the sea with their own agendas, or the high and mighty Fleet Admiral Sengoku, they were all under his watchful eye.

"If this war continues, it will only increase the senseless casualties on both sides indefinitely."

Shanks' voice was calm, yet it carried an absolute and undeniable domineering aura.

He held Griffin horizontally in front of him, his eyes suddenly turning cold and sharp as knives:

"If anyone here hasn't had enough of this..."

As Shanks finished speaking, the core members of the Red-Haired Pirates behind him responded instantly.

First mate Ben Beckman, cigar in mouth, calmly raised his long musket, its dark muzzle precisely aimed at Kizaru in the distance.

Snipers like Yasopp and Lucky Roux also brandished their signature weapons, unleashing the terrifying aura of the Four Emperors' crew without any concealment!

"bring it on!"

"We, the Red-Haired Pirates, will be your opponents!"

Shanks roared, his voice shaking the heavens.

Looking at the red-haired man who drew his sword and declared war.

Hawkeye Mihawk, who had been standing not far away observing coldly, did not hesitate to put the huge black sword "Night" back behind him.

He turned around, his sharp, eagle-like eyes glancing indifferently at the navy, and said coldly:

"I only promised the government that I would take action against Whitebeard."

"Now that Shanks is here, the battle that follows is no longer within the scope of my agreement."

With that, Hawkeye turned and strode away from the chaotic battlefield without looking back.

Zhan Guo gritted his teeth, the veins on his forehead throbbing.

He stared intently at the Whitebeard Pirates before him, a group that, despite their injuries, still possessed core fighting strength and whose leader, Whitebeard himself, was still at his peak.

He then glanced at the Red-Haired Pirates, who were rested and in top form.

Reason told Sengoku that if the navy really chose to face the full elite forces of both Yonko today...

Then Marineford, this fortress symbolizing justice, will be completely erased from the map of the world today.

Furthermore... the navy will also suffer a devastating blow, becoming virtually defunct.

Zhan Guo took a deep breath of the cold, murky air, forcibly suppressing the surging humiliation and resentment in his heart.

He closed his eyes, remained silent for a long time, and finally opened them abruptly, loudly announcing to the entire army:

"Take the wounded down for treatment... This war is over!"

The voice of the Warring States period carried a deep weariness, yet he still kept his back straight:

"I will take full responsibility!"

Upon hearing the marshal's final order.

Even the most enraged Akainu could only stare at the red-haired man and white-bearded man in front of him with a twisted expression.

"Damn pirates..."

"One day... I will wipe you all out!"

Seeing the navy finally choose to compromise, Whitebeard snorted coldly, flicked his wrist, and put away the blood-stained Murakumogiri.

He turned his head and looked deeply at Shanks beside him with his eyes full of stories.

"Gurarararara!"

The white-bearded man let out a hearty laugh.

"Since even you, a kid from back then, have said so, I'll give you face today..."

"Marco, let's go home!"

Upon hearing the words "go home," the surviving New World pirates were momentarily stunned.

Then erupted a deafening, joyous cheer that brought tears to many eyes.

They wiped the blood and tears from their faces, tightly embraced their most beloved father and squad leaders, and boarded the support warship docked outside the bay in a grand procession.

……

The scene slowly changes.

On the vast blue sea, the retreating ships, gradually leaving Marineford, are sailing safely towards the New World.

On the spacious deck, the sea breeze was blowing.

Ace and Sabo sat on the wooden floor with their backs against the ship's railing, their faces covered in soot from gunpowder and dried blood.

But at this moment, they looked at each other, their smiles radiant and free.

Beside them, Luffy, completely exhausted, and Victor, who had just survived a severe backlash, lay sprawled on the deck, completely defenseless.

The two even started snoring, sleeping soundly.

On the horizon, a blood-red setting sun slowly sank in the west.

As the warm afterglow of the setting sun gently shone upon the battered Marineford fortress in the distance, it was bathed in light.

This war, destined to be recorded in history and utterly shocking the entire world, has finally come to an end.