People are sailing and synthesize the devil fruit of phantom beast sp

Warring States stood up and spoke solemnly:

"This time, among the Seven Warlords, the Empress will participate. Hawkeye Mihawk will participate. Moonlight Moria will participate. Our strength is not weak. As long as Ace is executed, this war will be ours to win."

Then, turning to Garp, he added seriously, "Garp, don't forget—you're a Marine. Don't let your personal feelings cloud your judgment."

Garp's face darkened at these words.

He stared at the image before them and muttered, "That kid from Roger's bloodline… he's actually capable of going toe-to-toe with Kairos Flint. I'm afraid my strength has declined far too much. I'm not sure I can stop him anymore."

He didn't care what others thought. He was just speaking the truth. In his prime, Garp could go blow for blow with Roger himself. But now?

As age caught up to him, his physical strength had waned. His combat power had dropped by at least 30 to 40 percent. Taking on someone like Roger again might be beyond his abilities.

"If you're not up to it, then I'll do it myself," Sengoku said, stretching out his arms.

As the Fleet Admiral of the Navy, Sengoku's strength was equally formidable.

In the original timeline, when Blackbeard suddenly appeared and stole Whitebeard's Shock Fruit powers, his strength surged to Yonko levels. Holding two Devil Fruit powers, he was an overwhelming threat.

And yet?

He was still smashed aside by Sengoku's Golden Buddha Fruit—one powerful Vacuum Palm from Sengoku and Blackbeard's crew was vomiting blood and nearly annihilated. Sengoku's power was terrifying.

He had gone easy on Luffy before—but against Roger, he wouldn't hold back.

Of course, what no one here knew was that the current "Roger" was actually just a lookalike—Weiwei in disguise. Still, not knowing this, the Admirals and high-ranking officers remained cautious, fearful of facing the legendary Pirate King again.

"Then I'll take on Golden Lion Shiki," Garp finally muttered.

With only two high-level combatants left in the Navy—himself and Sengoku—it was natural they would be assigned to deal with the heaviest threats.

Sengoku would face "Roger," and Garp would confront the Golden Lion.

Garp's silence was taken as confirmation.

The Warring States immediately issued deployment orders and began to organize the full-scale battle plans.

Meanwhile, in the Grand Line…

Many pirate factions had arrived in the surrounding waters, but most of them chose to stay out of the fight and merely observe.

The Whitebeard Pirates. The Roger Pirates. The Flying Pirates. The Red-Haired Pirates.

Every group had Yonko-level figures.

No one dared interfere directly—they came to witness the rare clash of titans.

A hundred kilometers away from Marineford, the sea had become encircled by a ring of onlooking pirate ships. A chaotic fleet gathering to observe history in the making.

And at that moment…

From the northeastern sea of the East Blue, The Mythical Sky—Kairos Flint's flagship—returned.

"Wait a minute… is that his ship? The Bounty King?!"

Several pirates on nearby ships caught a glimpse of the approaching vessel and immediately panicked.

"Check that again—someone confirm it!"

Their companions looked closer. Faces went pale.

"Damn! It's really him! That's Kairos Flint!"

"Everyone, retreat! Run! Turn the ships around!"

In total, fifteen pirate ships were directly in Kairos Flint's path. Upon realizing the threat, they all scrambled to escape. But Kairos, watching from his ship, didn't even bother moving.

"Captain, there are fifteen pirate ships up ahead," Robin reported, scanning the wanted posters. "The highest bounty among them is 70 million berries. Should we wipe them out?"

Kairos yawned. "Too weak. Not worth the effort."

These East Blue pirates were laughably weak—barely stronger than Marine majors. Even if he destroyed all fifteen ships, the crystals he gained would be worthless. Maybe one legendary crystal at best, and it would take time-consuming synthesis to get even that.

"Waste of time," he muttered. "But if someone wants to stretch their legs… go ahead."

He turned to a girl standing beside Robin. "An, you're part of the crew now. It's time you fought."

An looked startled. "M-me?"

It was her first time dealing with pirates, and nervousness crept into her voice. But she understood: this was a test. Her chance to prove herself as a real member of the crew.

Nami walked up and patted her on the shoulder. "You've got this. Don't be afraid—we're right here with you."

Encouraged, An took a deep breath. "Yes, Captain. I won't let you down."

Kairos gave a nod of approval.

None of the pirates ahead deserved mercy. They were seasoned criminals. This was perfect for training.

"Go on," he said. "Show us what you can do."

An took to the air, stepping on the moonwalk technique she had learned, and soared into the sky.

From a pouch at her waist, she drew a set of enchanted cards—each with a different power.

Pulling out a Dragon Card, she activated it.

Suddenly, the skies turned dark. Thunder cracked. Clouds roiled above, and waves churned violently below.

From the deck, Kairos raised an eyebrow. "She's manipulating the weather? No… wait…"

Using Observation Haki, he extended his perception across the sea for more than ten kilometers. What he discovered startled him:

It wasn't actual weather—it was illusion magic. But it was so strong that it mimicked a real environmental catastrophe.

To extend an illusion over ten kilometers? That was unheard of.

The entire sea region was now wrapped in a living illusion, as if it had been swallowed by an entirely new world.