Whitebeard's booming laughter echoed across the deck.
Even seated casually, his towering, near-giant frame radiated overwhelming presence.
He didn't need to release killing intent—
his very existence carried an air of absolute dominance.
"A pleasure to finally meet you, Whitebeard."
Yuuki stepped onto the solid deck, hands tucked into the pockets of his loose white trousers, his expression calm as he looked up at the legendary figure before him.
The man whose reputation and influence surpassed even the other three Yonko.
Even seated atop a barrel, Whitebeard's nearly seven-meter frame dwarfed Yuuki, who stood at just over 1.8 meters.
Yet—
under the scrutiny of the division commanders behind Whitebeard—
Yuuki remained completely at ease.
If anything, he seemed more interested in observing the Moby Dick itself.
This ship wasn't just a vessel—
it symbolized an entire era.
Whitebeard's era.
"Gurarararara… Your little toy isn't as useful as you think, brat."
Whitebeard grinned, his crescent-shaped white mustache trembling slightly.
As his words fell—
he opened his palm.
Resting there—
was a Magic Eye Cross.
"You used this to appear directly on my ship, didn't you?"
"Figures I can't fool old monsters like you."
Yuuki chuckled lightly and leaned back—
and in that instant—
a finely crafted wooden chair materialized beneath him.
He sat down smoothly.
His gaze flicked briefly to the Magic Eye Cross in Whitebeard's hand—
a hint of helplessness passing through his eyes.
These veterans of the sea were absurdly cautious.
Even he wasn't sure how they had deduced the positional linkage of the crosses.
The World Government had gathered all of theirs in one place.
Big Mom's was still detectable—but faint and unstable, as if something was interfering with it.
Kaido?
His was placed in the deep sea.
Only Shanks—
had done nothing.
Yuuki suspected he simply kept it on his person.
A faint hum filled the air.
Yuuki and Whitebeard's gazes met—
and an invisible pressure spread outward from both of them.
"You brat! Show some respect to Pops!"
A massive figure stepped forward—
muscles bulging, clad in light armor.
Third Division Commander — "Diamond" Jozu!
BOOM!
With explosive speed that defied his size—
Jozu appeared above Yuuki and brought his fist crashing down.
His arm transformed instantly—
into gleaming diamond.
"Watch out!" Marco shouted—
but not to Yuuki—
to Jozu.
At the moment of impact—
two silver spatial portals appeared.
One above Yuuki.
The other—
on Jozu's own chest.
BAM!
Jozu's punch vanished into the portal—
and reappeared—
slamming directly into himself.
The force blasted him backward—
hurtling toward Whitebeard.
"!"
Marco ignited in blue flames and intercepted him mid-air.
Shockwaves rippled across the deck.
The commanders released their auras, locking onto Yuuki.
"Enough."
Whitebeard spoke calmly.
"Pops!"
The crew bristled with anger.
"To be this 'welcoming'…"
Yuuki crossed one leg over the other, utterly unfazed.
"One might think I came here uninvited."
Whitebeard waved his hand, then tossed the Magic Eye Cross toward him.
"It's not bad. Just useless to me."
Yuuki caught it—
then narrowed his eyes.
The cross—
crumbled into dust in his palm.
Gone.
This wasn't ordinary material—
it was made from Seastone, enhanced with World Tree magic.
Yet Whitebeard had destroyed it effortlessly.
"…Armament Haki."
"No—there's Conqueror's Haki mixed in as well."
Yuuki murmured, letting the dust fall.
As expected of the Strongest Man in the World.
"Alright."
Yuuki leaned forward slightly.
"Let's get to the point."
"You didn't call me here for small talk."
He glanced briefly at the IV drip and oxygen apparatus beside Whitebeard.
A jarring sight—
paired with such a monstrous figure.
And yet—
Whitebeard displayed it openly.
Which only proved—
he still had absolute confidence.
"The cross can heal injuries," Yuuki said evenly.
"But it can't reverse aging."
The air went still.
"Gurarararara!"
Whitebeard laughed.
"You saying I'm old, brat?"
Yuuki said nothing.
But silence—
was answer enough.
The crew stirred angrily.
Marco's flames flared.
"Yuuki… Don't push your luck."
"Enough, Marco."
Whitebeard raised a hand.
Then—
his sharp gaze locked onto Yuuki.
"You can manipulate souls with that cross."
"So, you must have a way to truly revive the dead."
"I'm not talking about that twisted imitation."
"I mean real resurrection."
The commanders froze.
Some didn't understand.
Others—
did.
The so-called "revival" of the Magic Eye Cross—
wasn't true resurrection.
Yuuki considered briefly.
"…It's troublesome."
"But yes."
"I can do it."
"Gurarararara!!"
Whitebeard burst into laughter.
"Now I understand why the World Government hasn't made a move on you yet."
"Then let's make a deal."
"Use that ability—for me."
"Now?" Yuuki asked.
"When the time comes."
Yuuki's eyes flickered.
No need to guess.
Ace.
Whitebeard had already prepared for the worst.
"Ordinary stakes won't be enough."
Whitebeard leaned forward—
his immense presence pressing down like a tidal wave.
Yet—
Yuuki's aura shifted.
Calm.
Natural.
Like still water.
Meeting Whitebeard's force head-on—
without yielding.
"…Then I'll offer you this."
Whitebeard grinned.
"A Yonko's territory."
"Take my seat."
Silence.
The commanders were stunned.
"Pops?!"
"What are you saying?!"
Whitebeard's expression hardened.
"Leave."
No one dared defy him.
They withdrew—
reluctantly.
Yuuki looked genuinely surprised.
Whitebeard's reasoning was clear—
war with the Marines would cost everything.
Win or lose—
his crew would suffer.
This was—
a contingency.
A future for his family.
And for any pirate—
this was an irresistible offer.
But—
Yuuki shook his head.
"Not enough."
For the first time—
Whitebeard paused.
Then—
his eyes narrowed.
BOOM!!
A terrifying surge of Conqueror's Haki exploded outward.
Lightning cracked.
The sea roared.
The sky split.
The deck beneath Yuuki shattered under the pressure.
And yet—
he remained seated.
Unmoved.
As if the storm didn't exist.
Meanwhile—
Gran Tesoro burned.
Explosions erupted like fireworks across the massive ship.
Chaos spread rapidly.
The port—
under heavy bombardment.
Cannons fired relentlessly.
Dorry and Brogy stood firm—
cutting down shells, raising magical barriers.
Inside the casino—
panic.
Looting.
Violence.
Money rained through the air—
and reason vanished.
The entire ship—
had descended into madness.
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