All Heavens: Transcending Dimensions Starting with the Uchiha

There were no pleasantries, no questions.

Two pirate ships, carrying the most legendary tales of the sea, slowly approached each other in the dead silence.

"Shanks..."

Marco finally spoke, his voice dry as if sandpaper were being rubbed.

Shanks slightly raised his hand, interrupting him. He stepped across the ship's railing and landed steadily on the deck of the Moby Dick, his heavy leather boots thumping against the blood-stained planks.

He walked up to Marco, his gaze sweeping over the cracked wood carving before finally settling on Marco's heartbroken face.

"The Newgate thing..."

Shanks' voice was deep and slow, carrying a heavy weight.

"I saw fragments of Newsbird's leaflets...and I also felt that...malice that didn't belong to this sea."

He raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through the deck of the Moby Dick, through layers of cabins, and landing on a heavily guarded cabin.

There, Luffy, Ace, and Sabo were gathered together, the atmosphere so oppressive it was suffocating.

“Not just Newgate,”

Shanks' voice suddenly turned cold, like a drawn blade, and an invisible Conqueror's Haki that could make the sea bow down naturally spread out.

Although not violent, it carried a heavy, mountain-like pressure that made all the Whitebeard remnants on the deck feel breathless.

"Marineford is sunk, the Navy is decimated. The World Government... is collapsing. And what will replace it..."

He paused, a fiercer light burning in his remaining right eye than ever before, and said, word by word:

"It is an 'order' that is colder, more powerful, and more thorough than the World Government! An order that will devour the 'freedom' of the entire ocean! They... come from beyond the world!"

"free……"

Marco chewed on the word, and the dim blue flame in his eyes seemed to flicker.

“They took more than just my father’s life, Marco.”

Shanks' voice struck like a hammer blow to everyone's heart.

"What they want to take away is the possibility that this sea has nurtured for countless eras! It's the dream of becoming the Pirate King, like Luffy! It's the right to pursue the truth of one's origins, like Ace! It's the freedom, like all of us, to find our own path amidst the raging waves!"

His gaze swept over the poison marks on Joz's body, over the broken sword in Vista's hand, and over every face filled with sorrow and confusion.

"That man named Uchiha Madara, suspended in the sky, views all living beings as ants. The tree he planted... it's gnawing at our world!"

Shanks' voice suddenly rose, carrying a power that pierced the soul.

"I heard it! Did you hear it? The sea is sobbing in fear! The islands are groaning in agony! The whole world... is crying!"

Inside the cabin.

Luffy suddenly clutched his chest, his face beneath his straw hat turning deathly pale.

An indescribable, profound tremor and sorrow from the depths of his soul seized him, even more so than when Ace was on the execution platform!

That wasn't human emotion; it was... the world's lament!

"Luffy!"

Ace and Sabo both helped him up.

“Ace…Sabo…”

Luffy looked up, and for the first time, his rubber face lacked its usual carefree demeanor, replaced by an almost empty pain and anger.

"I heard it... It hurts so much... It's so painful... It seems... something very important... has been bitten to pieces..."

Sabo gripped Luffy's hand tightly, his eyes beneath his blond hair sharp as knives.

"It's the 'sun.' Luffy is the 'sun' that supports this ocean! Those demons from beyond the world, the trees they planted are gnawing at our sun!"

……

On the other side, at the Revolutionary Army headquarters, Baltigue.

The atmosphere inside the huge underground council chamber was as heavy as the deathly silence before a storm.

On the enormous screen, fragmented footage of the Battle of Marineford, risked to be secretly transmitted through clandestine channels, was playing repeatedly: the horrific moment when the fortress was breached, the sight of the roots of the sacred tree greedily burrowing into the earth, scenes of heavenly officials distributing provisions and proclaiming new policies, and clips of old nobles being ruthlessly dragged away...

The dragon stood in front of the screen, its towering figure resembling a silent mountain.

His green cloak fluttered without wind, and the shadow under his hood concealed his expression, but the heavy, indignant, and resolute aura emanating from him made all the revolutionary cadres in the hall hold their breath.

The image finally settled on the towering, majestic tree that exuded a cold and awe-inspiring presence.

"You saw everything?"

The dragon's voice was deep and hoarse, like muffled thunder rolling through the rock strata.

No one answered.

Only heavy breathing could be heard.

Ivankov bit his lipstick-covered lips, his eyes filled with anger and worry; Sabo (Chief of Staff of the Revolutionary Army) clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white, his nails digging deep into his palms; Kerla was pale, his eyes brimming with tears; Bear (Bartholomew Bear) was as silent as a rock, but his eyes behind his glasses were terrifyingly sharp.

"The World Government... is corrupt, brutal, and deeply oppressive, and is the object of our revolutionary army's lifelong resistance."

Long slowly turned around, his gaze from beneath his hood like two cold searchlights, sweeping across every face present.

"However, what descended upon its crumbling ruins was not the dawn of freedom, but... another, larger, more tightly controlled, and more irresistible prison!"

He pointed to the divine tree on the screen: "This tree! It's not just drawing life force from the earth! It's devouring the very foundation of our world!"

It analyzes and strips away the power we rely on to fight back—the source of domineering aura, the secrets of Devil Fruits! It incorporates everything into its cold system of rules!

The so-called 'equality of all beings' is nothing more than another form of more efficient domestication! It will deprive all possibilities and stifle any will to resist before it even sprouts!

The dragon's voice grew higher and higher, carrying a prophetic sorrow and fervor:

"Those commoners who cheered 'Long live the Heavenly Court' gained a brief respite and slightly better living conditions than before."

But what is the price? The price is the withering of the soul of the entire world! The price is that our descendants will forever lose the freedom to pursue their dreams amidst turbulent waves!

The price was that symbols like 'One Piece' and 'World's Greatest Swordsman,' representing humanity's challenge to limits and transcendence, were completely reduced to dustbin of history!

He suddenly opened his arms wide, as if to embrace the entire angry world:

"This is not the future we are fighting for! This is not the destiny that humanity should have!"

Those extraterrestrial visitors are not saviors!

They are invaders! Thieves who have stolen the very essence of the world! They are the sword of Damocles hanging over everyone's heads, a guise of 'order' that is in reality 'enslavement'!

"Our enemy has never changed!"

The dragon's roar, like a thunderclap, echoed throughout the council hall.

"Oppressors! Whether they wear the cloak of a world government or the guise of 'Heaven'! Resist oppression and pursue freedom! This is the inextinguishable flame of the Revolutionary Army!"

He slammed his fist on the control panel, making a loud noise.

"Summon all the troops! Contact all forces we can reach! Pirates, the kingdom's resistance, the remnants of the old regime that have been purged... Put aside all prejudices!"

Tell them that the final war is not for the king, not for the nobles, not even for the ideals of the revolutionary army!

The dragon's gaze burned with fierce flames, each word etched into the soul of every person as if branded:

"This is a fight for human dignity! A fight for the 'free will' that has given birth to countless miracles on this sea! A fight for the world beneath our feet—to prevent it from being drained of its marrow by otherworldly demons and reduced to a cold, empty shell!"

"Target--"

He pointed to the eerie tree on the screen, "Marineford! Destroy that blood-sucking demon tree! Banish those otherworldly demons from our world!"

"Roar--!!!"

The pent-up anger, despair, and fighting spirit erupted like a long-suppressed volcano in the dragon's final declaration!

The entire Baltimore underground base was filled with the deafening roars of the revolutionary soldiers!

This roar is a clarion call in despair, a declaration of a general offensive against the cold, icy order of the Heavenly Court!

Chapter 267, Counterattack

At the edge of the doldrums, thick fog blanketed the area like a curtain.

Beneath the surface of the sea, a massive shadow lurks silently.

One, two, ten, a hundred... countless ships of all kinds, like a ghost fleet rising from the deep sea, quietly gathered here.

Damaged naval warships, warships flying tattered pirate flags, and even some clearly modified merchant ships and kingdom warships... They came from all over the world, carrying countless scars and deep-seated hatred, gathering in this dangerous sea shrouded in thick fog, like rivers flowing into the sea.

The massive Moby Dick, like a stabilizing pillar, was anchored in the center of the fleet.

Marco stood at the bow of the ship, his blue flames appearing and disappearing in the thick fog.

Beside him stood the Red Voss, with Shanks, the red-haired man, gripping the hilt of Griffin's sword, gazing into the depths of the foggy sea, his eyes sharp as knives.

An unassuming small high-speed ship weaved through the massive fleet like a fish. On the deck, Sabo (a member of the Revolutionary Army) held a megaphone Den Den Mushi, his voice clearly transmitted through the mist:

"...Repeat! All fleets, maintain silence! Shut down all non-essential light sources! Await the signal for general attack! Target—Marineford! Target—Destroy the Tree of Gods! Target—Expel the extraterrestrial demons!"

Luffy stood at the bow of the Thousand Sunny, his straw hat and red vest dampened by the thick fog.

He was unusually silent, one hand pressed tightly against his chest, the other gripping the railing of the ship's side.

He could clearly feel that the closer he got to that direction, the stronger the throbbing in his chest and the sorrow and anger that came from the world became.

It was as if a voice was shouting and crying from the depths of my soul.

“Luffy…” Nami walked to his side with concern.

Luffy didn't turn around, but spoke softly, his voice heavy with unprecedented weight:

“Nami…I heard it…that voice…it’s crying out in pain…it’s calling ‘Help me…’”

He raised his head, and his eyes, hidden in the shadow of his straw hat, burned with a resolute flame.

"I absolutely...must...take back our sun!"

Ace stood beside him, flames burning silently on his fist.

Sabo (as Luffy's brother) placed his hand on Luffy's shoulder, and the three brothers' gazes met in the thick fog, needing no words.

On the flagship at the heart of the fleet, Dragon, Shanks, Marco, along with several surviving senior naval officers (such as Staff Officer Tsuru and Garp?), and several rebel leaders from major powers, gathered around a huge nautical chart.