One Piece: Magma of Absolute Justice

Chapter 33: 《One Piece: Magma of Absolute》Chapter 33: The Art of Armament Haki



BOOM!

The tranquil surface of the sea shattered as a colossal Sea King, hundreds of meters long, erupted from the depths.

Its body was striped with black and purple, bristling with vicious spikes, and its two enormous eyes took up half its monstrous head.

The surge sent a wall of water crashing down, sending ripples across the waves and rocking the warship violently.

Cool seawater rained down on the swaying soldiers like a sudden downpour.

Yet amid the chaos, Sakazuki stood as steady as a mountain—utterly unshaken.

He eyed the staggering soldiers before him, his voice cold and commanding:

"Next is the third stage of Armament Haki: projection."

As soon as Sakazuki finished, he raised his hand toward the Sea King's massive head.

A pale beam of energy shot from his palm, slicing through the air and striking the Sea King square in the jaw.

Before the beast could even react, the energy pierced straight through, blasting open a gaping, bloody hole dozens of meters wide. The Sea King went limp, consciousness fading as it crashed back into the sea.

WHAM!

The corpse slammed into the water, sending waves several meters high surging across the surface.

From the wound at its jaw, blood and chunks of flesh poured out in a gruesome torrent.

Every Marine on deck stared, dumbstruck, at the massive hole—unable to tear their eyes away.

"And the fourth stage: internal destruction."

Sakazuki's voice rang out, snapping them from their trance.

Only now did they notice—amid the flowing blood and flesh, they could glimpse the inside of the Sea King's head: hollow, utterly destroyed from within.

"Hiss...!"

"This—!"

"Can a human really do that?!"

"Incredible!"

"I have to master that move!"

"Whoa!"

The stunned soldiers finally regained their wits, bursting into awed whispers. In their minds, they pictured themselves unleashing such overwhelming power someday.

"Enough. Back in formation."

Cutting off their chatter, Sakazuki continued:

"These are the stages and applications of Armament Haki—and the power it brings."

"Your task now is to master coverage."

"Hands, legs, head, torso."

"Only when you can cover your entire body can you move to the next stage."

"Pair up. Begin sparring."

"Only one of you should be left standing."

It was as if someone had lit a fire in their eyes.

"Yes, sir!"

Clang! Clang! Clang!

...

The sharp ring of metal on metal filled the air—a wild, chaotic symphony of battle.

Sakazuki watched his men throw themselves into training, a rare note of satisfaction in his eyes.

He beckoned his adjutant and navigator over.

"Have you fixed our position yet?"

The navigator unfurled a sea chart, scribbled with calculations, and showed it to Sakazuki.

"Reporting in, Vice Admiral Sakazuki—we've pinpointed our location."

"We're right at the edge of the Calm Belt. Based on the chart and the Log Pose's weak reaction, we estimate we're about twenty-four nautical miles from the border."

"And the engine room?"

"Still under emergency repair, sir. Some of the damage is tricky—parts need to be dismantled and rebuilt from scratch."

"Get it done. Double rations tonight."

After listening to the report, Sakazuki nodded and issued a few crisp orders.

The weather on the Grand Line was as fickle as ever—yesterday morning, clear skies; by afternoon, howling winds and pounding rain.

Wave after wave battered the ship. Wrestling with the storm, the crew strained too hard and broke the engine room. Out of control, the warship barreled straight into the Calm Belt.

It was only after burning through most of their fuel that they finally managed to stop.

By sunset, the sky was ablaze with gold.

In the mess hall, the exhausted young Marines devoured their meals, shoveling meat into their mouths with wild abandon.

Sakazuki stood alone on deck, gazing out over the endless sea, savoring a rare moment of peace.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, the sharp whistle of something slicing through the air made Sakazuki's brow furrow.

"Soru."

His form vanished in a blur.

He reappeared beside the mast, Armament Haki coating his palm.

THUD!

The impact rang out across the deck, startling the Marines inside.

Alarms blared. The crew rushed out, falling into battle positions, scanning for the source of the attack.

On the deck lay the shattered shaft of an arrow.

Sakazuki raised his left hand and waved it behind him, his tone calm:

"Stand down."

In his right palm, he held the arrowhead—crushed flat like a lump of iron.

"Prepare for battle."

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