Onepiece: I'm Gojo Satoru

The air at G8 Base was heavy with anticipation, the stillness shattered by a frantic report.

"Report! Big Mom Pirates' flag spotted on the horizon—over a dozen ships!"

The entire G8 base erupted into action. Alarms blared, and navy personnel rushed to their stations, sweat dripping from nervous brows. For many, this was their first time confronting a Four Emperors crew.

"It seems the inevitable has arrived," Satoru muttered, stretching leisurely. His calm demeanor contrasted sharply with the escalating tension.

A burst of chilling cold swept across the base as Admiral Kuzan stepped forward, his body emanating frost. The very ground beneath him frosted over, the air biting cold.

Nearby, Mihawk unsheathed his black blade. The sharp intent radiating from him felt like needles against bare skin, causing even seasoned marines to shudder.

"Big Mom finally made her move," Satoru noted as he observed the approaching fleet.

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Meanwhile, back at Navy Headquarters, Fleet Admiral Sengoku wasted no time.

"Dispatch Admiral Kizaru to the G8 Base immediately. This is our chance to deal a decisive blow to the Big Mom Pirates!"

A golden light streaked across the sky moments later as Kizaru departed at blistering speed.

At the G8 Base, Satoru, Kuzan, and Mihawk stood at the port, the frozen sea shimmering in the distance. The approaching ships of the Big Mom Pirates had been halted in their tracks by Kuzan's icy assault.

"Ice Age!" Kuzan's voice echoed as his freezing power spread across the sea, trapping the enemy fleet in a thick, unyielding layer of ice.

Onboard the frozen ships, Perospero scowled. "This damn admiral froze our ships!"

Katakuri, calm as ever, responded, "It doesn't matter. Everyone, disembark and charge! We fight on the ice!"

One by one, the Big Mom Pirates leaped from their ships onto the frozen battlefield.

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At the G8 Base, Klor, a stalwart marine officer, shouted orders to his troops.

"Remember, we are the shield of the innocent! These pirates cannot be allowed to leave here alive! Hold your ground and show no mercy!"

The navy soldiers, emboldened by Klor's rallying cry, surged forward, clashing with the pirate invaders. Although outnumbered, the G8's marines were highly trained, their mastery of combat techniques and Haki giving them an edge over the ordinary pirate crew.

"These marines are no joke," Kuzan observed as he watched the soldiers hold their own.

Satoru nodded. "Their strength comes from necessity. In the New World, weakness is not an option."

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Suddenly, an enormous figure leapt from the enemy ranks—a shadow that seemed to blot out the sun. Big Mom herself descended onto the battlefield, her towering presence exuding raw power.

"White Dragon!" her voice thundered, venom dripping from every word. "I'm going to crush you!"

Satoru's lips curled into a smirk. "Well, that didn't take long."

Before Satoru could step forward, Mihawk unsheathed his blade, stepping in front of him.

"I'll handle her," Mihawk stated coldly.

Big Mom's eyes narrowed. "Hawk-eyed brat, step aside. I have no interest in you!"

Mihawk's sharp gaze met hers. "Your swordsmanship intrigues me. Let's see if you can match the world's strongest swordsman."

Big Mom roared in frustration, swinging her massive sword toward Mihawk. Their blades collided with an earth-shattering force, the resulting shockwave rippling across the battlefield.

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With Big Mom occupied, Satoru turned his attention to the enemy forces.

"Well then, time to clean up the rest," he said, cracking his knuckles. His body radiated power, a feral grin spreading across his face.

Katakuri, watching from the rear, clenched his fists. "Damn it, he's coming for us!"

The pirate commanders scrambled, but without Big Mom to anchor them, they were vulnerable. Satoru advanced like a storm, each move decimating the pirate ranks.

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Back at the forefront, Mihawk and Big Mom continued their duel, their weapons clashing in an unrelenting exchange.

"You're strong," Mihawk admitted, his tone carrying a rare hint of respect.

"You're not bad yourself, brat," Big Mom snarled, her strength undiminished.

Their duel raged on, an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object.

Meanwhile, Kuzan joined the fray, freezing groups of pirates in place and supporting the marines where needed.

"Admiral Pheasant," Satoru called out with a sly grin, "this battle is proving to be quite the spectacle, isn't it?"

Kuzan sighed. "You and your theatrics, White Dragon. Let's finish this quickly."

As the battle raged on, the frozen sea became a theater of chaos, the outcome uncertain. Yet, the combined might of the G8 Base defenders suggested one thing: the Big Mom Pirates would regret stepping into this arena.