One Piece: sign-in to Ryujin Jakka

Sengoku and Garp led a massive force of Marines, launching a full-scale assault on Vermillion Island.

But Golden Lion paid them no mind.

His eyes saw only one person—Roman.

Just like that day when he stormed Marineford alone, defying the entire world.

Now, if he didn't kill Roman, his heart wouldn't be at peace!

With a roar, a wave of sword energy surged like a tidal wave, hurtling toward Roman.

But—

Whoosh!

Activating the power of the Rooster Talisman, Roman's body floated aside, effortlessly dodging the incoming slash.

The sword energy smashed into the ground with a hiss, carving a deep, terrifying chasm right in front of him.

Golden Lion's aura burst outward, golden hair dancing in the wind, and his kimono flaring like a raging storm.

"You bastard! Didn't you say I'm weak? Then why do you keep running? Come face me like a man!"

"This time… let's see how you will dodge!"

His bloodshot eyes widened, blazing with fury like a rampaging beast.

"Lion: Thousand-Slice Valley!"

A powered-up version of his Slash Wave—far more destructive.

In a split second, multiple slashes shot out, each one capable of cleaving a mountain in two!

The slashes raged in every direction with Golden Lion at the center, tearing through everything in sight.

Even the Marines weren't spared.

"Shiki!" Garp shouted. "He's going wild!"

Sengoku turned to his allies. "Aokiji, Garp—now's our chance. That mysterious man looks like he's about to retreat. While Golden Lion has him pinned down, we move in! We must swoop in and capture them both in one go!"

"Yes, Fleet Admiral!" they responded in unison.

"Heh. Just remember to buy me rice crackers later," Garp added with a grin.

In a flash, both Garp and Aokiji vanished using Soru, closing in on the battlefield.

Sengoku stared at the chaotic island ahead, his heart tense.

'We must succeed this time…'

He had seen Roman's floating powers. If they let him escape again, tracking him down would be a nightmare.

"Ice Block: Partisan!"

Aokiji summoned four icy spears, launching them to intercept the incoming slashes.

"Iron Fist!"

Garp charged head-on, his fists clad in Armament Haki, shattering each slash with brute force.

"Great Buddha Form: Impact Wave!"

With a roar, Sengoku activated his Mythical Zoan—Human-Human Fruit, Buddha Model. Golden energy enveloped him as he launched a massive shockwave.

Everywhere the shockwave passed, Golden Lion's slashes disintegrated.

He stood like a divine wall, shielding the Marines behind him.

Only Roman continued to float effortlessly in the sky, drifting and dodging as if it were all just a minor nuisance.

Golden Lion shot a glance at the three Marine legends and sneered.

He couldn't drag this out any longer.

"Jihahahaha! Fine then… Let the grand reappearance of Golden Lion Shiki begin—right here, right now!"

"No matter if it's you cursed Marines… or that damn bastard … go to hell!"

Golden Lion's aura surged to new heights, his fighting spirit blazing like it had decades ago.

Dark clouds gathered above, and a bone-chilling wind swept across the battlefield.

Sengoku's eyes narrowed. "All forces—attack!"

The Golden Lion raised both arms high.

Using the power of the Float-Float Fruit, he seized control of the thunderclouds above. The dark clouds thickened, lightning dancing within them—thick as ancient trees.

Under his command, the clouds twisted and condensed into a colossal lion's head.

"Lion's Might: Imperial Scroll of Heaven!!"

With a thunderous crash, his hand came down.

The massive storm lion, forged of lightning and cloud, roared down toward Roman.

Aokiji, Garp, and Sengoku were forced to retreat in the face of its destructive power.

"He awakened his Devil Fruit…" Sengoku muttered, eyes wide with shock.

Garp smirked. "Let's see if that guy can handle it."

"Whether he can or not, it works out for us either way," Sengoku said.

But Aokiji spoke up.

"He's no match for that man."

He remembered that terrifying pressure—Roman's sword from Ohara still haunted him in his memories.

Almost as if answering Aokiji's words, Roman slowly floated higher.

His cloak flapped in the storm winds.

Reaching up to hold his hood in place, he spoke in a calm, emotionless tone.

"I told you—I'm just passing by. Why make things so complicated?"

"Zheng——!"

A sword hum rang through the heavens.

Even the lion-head storm cloud couldn't drown it out.

In the next moment—

Boom!

Roman's overwhelming aura burst skyward, shaking the atmosphere.

Everyone could feel it.

That weight… that pressure…

It was a terrifying form of Conqueror's Haki, like a king descending from the clouds.

Golden Lion's expression twisted in disbelief.

"This… this can't be!"

Roman slowly unsheathed Ryūjin Jakka, the blade glinting with searing flames.

"Ennetsu Jigoku (Hell of Scorching Flames)."

Dozens of towering fire pillars erupted around him, reaching to the sky.

They surged toward Roman, forming a ring of hellfire.

Sengoku, Garp, and Aokiji had no choice but to use Soru again, dodging frantically.

It was Sengoku's first time facing Roman directly.

As the inferno blazed around them, even he was too stunned to speak.

Aokiji was in utter shock.

That sword strike… far surpassed what Roman had unleashed back in Ohara.

Flames gathered around Ryūjin Jakka as Roman slashed downward.

BOOM!!

The heavens trembled.

In an instant, the air warped under the heat. The sword energy and fire fused into one—unstoppable.

Sword qi howled.

Flames roared.

And when Roman's Hell of Scorching Flames clashed with Golden Lion's Imperial Scroll of Heaven—

The world fell silent.

A flash of blinding light drowned everything.

Sengoku narrowed his eyes, trying to see through the brilliance.

Then suddenly—his eyes widened in shock.

He saw it.

Roman's flaming slash tore through Golden Lion's mighty lion-head cloud like it was paper.

The storm clouds evaporated under the searing heat.

The lightning was devoured in an instant.

And the inferno, empowered by unmatched strength, surged forward—straight toward Golden Lion.