Uchiha Clan: Across the Multiverse

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"Uchiha AKIRA!!!"

This time, Sengoku's roar carried across the battlefield, cutting through the clamor of chaos. His voice trembled with fury as he glared at Akira, his fists clenched in anger.

"Do you even understand what you're doing?!" Sengoku's tone was sharp, but beneath it lay genuine fear. Akira's healing abilities had already turned the tide, and the thought of him fully restoring Whitebeard—a man who could shatter the seas—sent shivers through the Fleet Admiral.

Akira, unbothered, tilted his head slightly, his fingers casually covering his ears as though Sengoku's shouting pained him. "Why are you yelling my name all the time?" he asked with a smirk. "Sengoku, be civilized. I can hear you just fine if you talk like a normal person."

The blatant mockery only fueled Sengoku's frustration, and his face reddened with rage.

Nearby, Akainu turned his fiery gaze to the Fleet Admiral, his molten fist cracking ominously.

"Fleet Admiral Sengoku!" Akainu growled, his voice like an inferno. "Why are you hesitating? The Uchiha Security Company is nothing more than a band of criminals hiding behind the guise of security!"

He stepped forward, his presence radiating raw heat as he addressed the gathered forces. "They openly defy the World Government, shielding pirates under the pretense of security contracts! Their actions spit in the face of Absolute Justice!"

The Marines listened intently as Akainu raised his voice, his words laced with venom. "Right now, the world is watching! Do you want them to see us falter? Do you want them to believe that the Marines, the defenders of justice, bow before criminals?!"

Akainu's voice boomed louder, his conviction absolute. "When it comes to evil, there is only one answer—annihilation! By the name of Absolute Justice!"

"BY THE NAME OF ABSOLUTE JUSTICE!!!"

The Marines roared in unison, their voices shaking the battlefield as weapons were raised in solidarity.

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Akira, watching this theatrical display, merely chuckled. "Shouting speeches, rallying morale… Akainu, you really know how to put on a show."

Then, without turning, Akira called out, "Shisui."

In an instant, a blur of lightning and shadows materialized beside him, and Uchiha Shisui appeared, casually tossing Crocodile's unconscious body onto the ground like discarded trash.

"Yes, Brother Akira?" Shisui asked, his Mangekyo Sharingan glowing ominously as sparks of lightning danced around him.

Akira smirked. "Your mission now is to protect Whitebeard's crew and ensure their safe retreat from this mess. Make sure they leave unharmed." He glanced at Sengoku and Akainu with a pointed look. "We can't have anyone accusing the Uchiha Security Company of taking payment without action."

Shisui's voice brimmed with determination. "I'll ensure the mission is completed." With that, he vanished in a flash of light, already moving to shield the Whitebeard Pirates.

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Sengoku, witnessing the exchange and hearing Akira's instructions, clenched his teeth. His decision solidified in his mind as he raised his voice for the entire Marine force to hear.

"Listen, everyone!" Sengoku bellowed.

"The Uchiha Security Company has allied with the Whitebeard Pirates, defying the orders of justice! Their actions are unforgivable!" His words carried the weight of finality. "I hereby command all forces: eliminate the Uchiha Security Company and the Whitebeard Pirates! Leave no one alive!"

He paused, his gaze darkening as he added with grim determination, " But our main targets are Whitebeard and Uchiha Akira. Those two cannot leave Marineford alive! All Admirals, Warlords, and available forces—focus on them!"

"OOOOOOHHHH!!!"

The Marines erupted into a battle cry, their morale bolstered as they prepared for the showdown of a lifetime.

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Akira turned back to Whitebeard, holding out the elixir he'd crafted. "Old man, want my help with those injuries?"

Whitebeard laughed heartily, his voice booming despite his wounds. "Gurarararara! You have my thanks, brat." Without hesitation, he took the bottle and downed its contents.

The effects were instantaneous. Whitebeard's wounds began to mend, his once-labored breathing growing steady as his legendary strength surged back to life. His towering frame seemed even more imposing as he flexed his hands, testing his restored vitality.

"Not bad, brat," Whitebeard said with a grin. "Now, let's show these Marines what true power looks like."

Akira smirked, the Mangekyo Sharingan in his eyes spinning ominously. "Old man, I'll handle the three annoying ones. You take the Buddha."

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The Battlefield Erupts

The battlefield descended into chaos as Whitebeard and Akira charged forward, their combined might shaking the very ground beneath Marineford.

Whitebeard's bisento cleaved through the air with the force of an earthquake, sending shockwaves rippling across the battlefield. Sengoku, in his towering golden Buddha form, intercepted the blow with massive hands, their clash creating a thunderous impact that sent soldiers and debris flying in all directions.

Meanwhile, Akira was locked in a heated duel with Akainu, though the other two Admirals—Kizaru and Aokiji—lingered nearby, their eyes glinting with opportunistic intent.

"You're really going all out, Red Doggy," Akira taunted, his tone mocking as his Sharingan spun lazily. "Why don't you be a good boy and sit? Maybe fetch a stick while you're at it?"

Akainu's face twisted in rage, magma bubbling from his fists. "Enough of your insolence!" he roared, slamming the ground with molten fury. Lava erupted toward Akira, but he danced away effortlessly, the Sharingan predicting Akainu's every move.

Akira smiled as he casually touched a stream of magma with his hand, his immortal body unharmed by its scorching heat. "You're proud of this, huh? Thinking magma is the pinnacle of heat?" He grinned slyly, black flames beginning to swirl around his blade. "Let me show you something hotter."

"Sun Breathing: Black Flame Wheel!"

Akira swung his blade, unleashing arcs of radiant black flames that roared through the air with an aura of destruction. The flames, infused with Amaterasu, burned with an unrelenting ferocity that defied logic, consuming everything in their path.

Akainu's instincts screamed danger, and he leaped back just in time, barely avoiding the devastating attack. His eyes widened as he gazed at the flames. "Wh-What is this? It's… impossible…"

Aokiji appeared beside him, his calm demeanor shaken as he attempted to counter the flames with his ice. "This fire… it's still burning? Even against my ice?"

Kizaru, usually aloof, frowned deeply. "Troublesome. These flames seem… unnatural. Even light struggles against them."

Akira smirked, his Sharingan glowing ominously. "Why are you just standing there?" he asked, his voice dripping with mockery. "Aren't I the target you're supposed to eliminate?" He shrugged dramatically. "Or is it fear that's holding you back?"

The Admirals tensed, their frustration evident, but before they could act, a booming voice interrupted them.

"Enough!"

Garp stepped forward, his presence commanding. His fists were clenched, veins bulging with raw power. "Brat, you've got guts, I'll give you that. But messing around like this… do you think no one in the Navy can stop you?"

Akira's smirk didn't falter. "Old man Garp, huh? I figured you'd step in sooner or later." He dismissed the flames of Amaterasu as he faced Garp directly. "Let's test those fists of yours."

Next, the two clashed with earth-shaking force, Garp's monstrous punches meeting Akira's blade in a flurry of blows. Shockwaves rippled across the battlefield with every collision, forcing even the strongest Marines to retreat to a safe distance.

"Hahahaha! Not bad, boy," Garp laughed, grinning despite the intensity of the battle. "But I'm just warming up! Are you ready for the real fight?"

Akira chuckled and stepped back, his Sharingan spinning as he surveyed the battlefield. "Actually… no." He lowered his blade and exhaled. "This fight is over."

Garp blinked. "What?"

Akira glanced toward the horizon, where Shisui had completed his mission. The Whitebeard Pirates were retreating, their wounded safely escorted from Marineford. Akira smiled. "My job here is done. I'm not interested in fighting for no reason."

"I'm a peaceful guy, after all."

He made a hand sign, summoning two shadow clones.

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One clone appeared beside Whitebeard, who was still battling Sengoku and Akainu with renewed vigor.

"Old man," the clone said, "time to go. We've done enough damage."

The clone activated the Flying Thunder God Seal Akira had discreetly placed on Whitebeard earlier, teleporting them both away in an instant.

Another clone appeared beside Hancock, who had been watching from the sidelines.

"Hancock, time to head home. Amazon Lily awaits." The clone took her hand, and they vanished in a flash.

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The real Akira stood in the middle of the battlefield, addressing the stunned Marines. "Well, Navy, it's been fun. Sorry if I attacked anyone—it was just business, you know. I'm sure you understand." He waved casually, his tone nonchalant. "To anyone watching this war, remember: hiring the Uchiha Security Company is the safest decision you'll ever make."

He turned to leave but paused to smirk one last time. "Bye now!" With that, he vanished.

The battlefield was filled with silent as the dust settled, the Navy still reeling from the sudden turn of events. Then a new voice broke the quiet.

"Ha! Where is everybody?"

All eyes turned to see Blackbeard's crew standing at the edge of the battlefield.

The tension shifted instantly as the Marines, their anger boiling over, directed their fury at the newcomers.

(Poor Blackbeard Pirates.)

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