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Luffy wasn't screaming. He wasn't crying.

His sandals dug into the cracked ice. His chest heaved, stained with his own blood and Ace’s. The tiny, ragged straw hat hung around his neck, a ghost of the promise he’d made. Every instinct in his body screamed for him to fall. His muscles had torn. His organs felt like burnt paper. luffy haki marineford

In the bay, Vice Admiral Momonga raised his sword to block an incoming pirate, but his arm froze mid-swing. His horse stumbled. A thousand yards away, on the walls of the fortress, a rookie marine clutching his rifle suddenly went cross-eyed. His knees buckled. Foam touched his lips. Thud. Then another. Then a hundred. Luffy wasn't screaming

Whitebeard slammed his bisento against the deck. "Don't misunderstand, Marco. He didn't awaken that power just now. That power has been sleeping since the day he was born. He didn't learn it." The Emperor’s eyes narrowed. "He remembered it." His chest heaved, stained with his own blood and Ace’s

Boa Hancock placed a hand over her heart, tears streaming down her face. "Luffy..."

And the war raged on.

And deep within Luffy’s own mind, where the world had gone dark and the sound of the sea was fading, a voice echoed. A voice of drums. A voice of liberation. A voice that sounded like the crack of dawn.