"Bogard." Garp's voice was low, devoid of emotion.
"Present."
Bogard adjusted his sunglasses. His notebook was already closed, and his hand was resting on the hilt of the sword at his waist.
"Notify the engine room. All power furnaces to full capacity. At all costs, head to the Edwar Sea Area at full speed."
Garp turned around, his coat of justice flapping loudly in the windless air.
"Also, contact the nearest G-3 and G-5 Branchs and have them handle the outer blockade. There's no need for them to join the battle. A battlefield of that level... they'd just be sent to their deaths."
"Yes, sir!"
As the order was given, the dog head warship beneath their feet let out a groan of strain. The massive power furnaces began to overload as the ship sliced through the giant waves, charging toward that patch of sea in the New World.
In a corner.
Tatsuki, who had just finished his special training with a bruised and battered face, was leaning against a pile of cables. He appeared to be gasping in pain, but in reality, his fingers were pinching his thigh, using the sharp pain to forcibly suppress the urge for the corners of his lips to curl up.
The Battle of Edd War...
As a transmigrator, he knew all too well what was about to happen.
This was the prelude to the Great Pirate Era!
The Fleet Admiral of the Flying Pirates, Golden Lion Shiki, had invited Roger to join him in order to dominate the world. After being rejected, he led a grand fleet of dozens of warships to surround the Roger Pirates, who had only a single ship.
According to normal logic, the Roger Pirates were doomed.
But it was during this very battle that a sudden, unannounced, and devastating storm destroyed more than half of Shiki's fleet, allowing Roger to make a miraculous breakthrough.
Because of this accident, Shiki unfortunately had a steering wheel lodged in his head, greatly reducing his strength and causing him to withdraw from the stage of competing for the title of Pirate King.
The world said Roger was lucky. Others said it was the destiny of the D Clan.
But now...
Tatsuki lowered his head and looked at his palm. A nearly imperceptible green cyclone was dancing at his fingertips—the embryonic form of a storm.
'What if that storm wasn't a natural disaster? What if this battle, which determines the direction of the world, happens because I gave it a push from behind?'
Tatsuki licked his dry lips, a calculating glint flashing in his eyes.
The balance on the system panel was only a bit over eighty thousand. To live comfortably in this New World where monsters roamed, and to exchange for those legendary artifacts and abilities, this amount of points was far from enough.
And now, a massive gold mine lay ahead.
According to the system's nature, the core calculation of "Violation Points" was influence and subversion.
If he not only participated in this war but even used his devil fruit ability to lead that storm...
To forcibly rewrite the battle in front of Garp, Roger, and Shiki—the three peaks of the Old Era.
'The subversion multiplier... it would probably go off the charts, wouldn't it?'
Tatsuki gulped, his mind already filled with images of the numbers in the Violation Points column rolling wildly, eventually turning into a long string of astronomical figures.
Top-tier Haki, god-level abilities, high-tech items.
Once this job is done, I'm buying it all.
"Tatsuki!"
A loud shout interrupted Tatsuki's daydreaming.
Garp was already standing at the bow at some point, his gaze fixed on the gloomy horizon.
"Here, Vice Admiral Garp!"
Tatsuki jolted and immediately put on a face of resolve, responding loudly.
"Go to the lookout tower!"
Garp pointed a finger at the towering mast.
"Although your Haki is still half-baked and I can't count on you in a fight, no one is better at sensing air currents than you with your devil fruit ability!"
"Keep your eyes glued to that sea! I want to know exactly where that bastard Roger is!"
"Yes! Mission guaranteed!"
This was exactly what Tatsuki wanted.
That position was the best seat to exercise his ability and control the overall situation.
Storm Wings!
Whoosh!
The green air current instantly condensed into a pair of semi-transparent wings behind his back.
After these few days of special training, Tatsuki's control over his devil fruit ability had clearly reached a new level. The patterns on the wings were clearer, and the edges even had a sharp, cutting feel.
With a flap of his wings, Tatsuki was like a green peregrine falcon, drawing a strange zigzag in the gale and landing steadily on the very top of the warship's lookout tower.
...
The warship sped through the raging waves of the New World.
As they drew closer to Edd War, the surrounding environment began to grow increasingly hostile.
The originally blue sea turned into a bottomless black. Gales whistled over the surface, and giant waves like rolling mountain ranges crashed frantically against the warship's hull.
The sky was thick with dark clouds, purple lightning snaked through the layers, and the sound of thunder was deafening. Every flash illuminated the sea with a deathly pallor.
It was the wrath of nature.
Tatsuki sat cross-legged on top of the lookout tower, letting the torrential rain soak his entire body.
For ordinary people, this was doomsday. But for him, this was paradise.
Every restless particle in the air and every turbulent current was transmitting information to him.
Close.
Even closer.
"Distance to contact... fifty nautical miles."
Tatsuki opened his eyes. Deep in his pupils, a green vertical slit suddenly lit up.
No need for Observation Haki. Through the layers of rain and the towering waves, he had already "seen" that massive fleet via the feedback of the large-scale displacement of air.
Tatsuki licked his rain-drenched lips, a hint of fanaticism flashing in his eyes.
At the current speed, it would take at least an hour or two to get there. By then, the opportunity would be gone. If he waited until they were "both injured" as Kong said before acting, the Violation Points yield would definitely be greatly reduced.
If I'm going to do it, I'll do it big.
Tatsuki sneered inwardly, his right hand quietly resting on the crossbeam at the top of the mast.
Hum—
A ripple instantly covered the entire warship along the mast.
It was the rhythm of the wind.
'Since it's a prelude to a storm, it's only logical for the wind to be a bit stronger, right?'
Tailwind: Super Acceleration!
Boom!
The dog head warship, which was already tossing in the waves, suddenly felt like it had been kicked from behind. The entire stern sank abruptly, and then the bow tilted high.
"Waaaaah! What's going on?!"
"Why did the ship suddenly accelerate?!"
The Marines on the deck were caught off guard, rolling around like tumbleweeds.
Behind the warship, the originally chaotic gale seemed to receive an order from some monarch, converging into a terrifying thrust in a single direction, pushing hard against the warship's sails and stern.
The white waves being broken on both sides of the ship were instantly stretched into two straight lines. Because the speed was too high, the seawater even made a piercing tearing sound.
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