The revelation hung over Marineford like a suffocating shroud, freezing the very air in the plaza. The chaotic clamor of clashing steel and detonating artillery died down into an eerie, unnatural hush. Thousands of eyes widened in sheer, unadulterated disbelief were locked entirely onto the green-haired Marine captain.
Among the Elite Trainees, the shock was physical.
Koby staggered back a step, his hands dropping to his sides as his mind struggled to process the words. 'A Celestial Dragon? Tenjin-san is... one of the World Nobles?' He looked at Tenjin, trying to reconcile the image of the hyperactive, eccentric captain who fought alongside them with the cruel, untouchable tyrants who ruled from Mariejois.
Beside him, Helmeppo's jaw practically hit the frozen ground. 'You've got to be kidding me! A World Noble serving as a frontline Marine captain? That's completely insane!'
Prince Grus remained motionless, though his arms slowly uncrossed. His gaze shifted from Tenjin to the execution platform, his usually stoic expression fracturing into deep concern. 'If this is true, the political ramifications of this battle just broke through the ceiling.'
Hibari lowered her modified rifle, her fingers freezing on the trigger as she stared at Tenjin's back. 'Tenjin-san... belongs to that family?'
Kujaku let out a sharp, breathless whistle, her fingers tightening around the hilt of her segmented whip, Beethoven. 'My, my... Talk about a scandalous family secret. No wonder the higher-ups always give him such a long leash.'
Admiral Akainu stood enveloped in a volatile shroud of dark smoke. His teeth ground together so hard a low, metallic screech echoed from his jaw. Deep crimson magma dripped rapidly from his clenched fists. He didn't look shocked; he looked utterly, completely frustrated.
'Curse you, Whitebeard,' Akainu growled internally, his eyes burning with an intense, murderous hatred. 'I already knew about the brat's lineage... The Gorosei made it entirely clear that his life is not to be forfeit on this battlefield. But now that you've dragged it out into the light of day, every single Marine on this island has to tiptoe around him! How am I supposed to execute absolute justice when a god's spawn is wandering through the crossfire?!'
Across the battlefield, the pirate ranks were in an equal state of pandemonium.
"The Celestial Dragons?!" Squard shouted, clutching his massive sword as a cold sweat broke out across his forehead. "The guy who was just tearing through our vanguard is the son of a Celestial Dragon?! Why the hell is a Celestial Dragon fighting in the mud with regular soldiers?!"
Whitey Bay stood aboard her icebreaker ship, her sharp eyes narrowing as she adjusted her grip on her blade. 'A World Noble with a Logia fruit... This war just got a lot more complicated. If anyone accidentally takes that kid's head, the entire World Government will bring down the wrath of the heavens on our crew.'
The whispers and stares converged on Tenjin, heavy and judgmental.
The hyperactive, playful aura that usually defined him vanished completely. The green steam radiating from his skin turned pitch black, twisting violently like a nest of disturbed vipers. The ground beneath his boots fractured as thick, decayed roots of Dead Wood violently forced their way through the ice, snapping under the intense pressure of his rage.
"Hey... Old man," Tenjin spoke, his voice dropping into a guttural, terrifying register that made nearby soldiers flinch. He slowly turned his head toward the Moby Dick, his eyes burning with an unbridled, venomous fury. "Don't you dare... call me the son of that man."
Whitebeard looked down from his massive deck, his expression entirely unmoved by the rookie's killing intent. He rested his massive hand on the hilt of his bisento. "Gurararara! Why so angry, brat? A man cannot choose where he is born. Don't go rejecting your own bloodline. Figarland Garling is your father, whether you like it or not."
"TAKE THAT BACK!" Tenjin roared, his body exploding into a massive surge of wood fibers. The absolute force of his voice sent a shockwave across the plaza, shattering the remaining ice fragments into dust. "Take it back right now, you damn fossil! I have nothing to do with him, and I have nothing to do with that disgusting place!"
Whitebeard let out a soft, heavy sigh, his gaze carrying a strange, weathered depth. "It's okay to hate your family, kid. I've met plenty of men who despised the men who sired them. But to deny the existence of your own blood... that is a fool's errand. Not everyone in this world is lucky enough to find the family they truly want."
"Lucky?"
Tenjin froze. A sudden, sharp sound broke from his throat. Aself-deprecating, hollow laugh that carried absolutely zero humor. It was a broken, twisted sound that made even Luffy pause. Tenjin threw his head back, staring up at the gray sky as his shoulders shook with that bitter, mocking laughter.
"Lucky... He calls it lucky," Tenjin whispered, his voice cracking slightly before his gaze snapped back down, locking onto Whitebeard with absolute, lethal intent. "I hadn't planned on fighting a living legend today. I really didn't. But I think I'm going to change my plans... I'm going to kill you right here, old man."
Tenjin took a slow, heavy step forward. With every stride he took toward the Moby Dick, the air temperature around him plummeted, the wood forming along his arms turning darker and more condensed.
Without looking back, Tenjin threw a hand out toward the side, pointing away from himself. "Hey, Straw Hat."
Luffy blinked, his arms still slightly stretched from their previous exchange. "Huh? Tenjin?"
"Get out of here," Tenjin muttered coldly, his eyes never leaving Whitebeard. "Go save your brother. We'll finish our fight another time. Right now... I have a debt to settle with this old man."
Luffy hesitated, stepping forward as he looked at the dark, volatile energy rolling off Tenjin's body. For all of Luffy's density, his instincts for emotional truth were sharper than anyone's. He could feel the immense, crushing weight of agony and rage radiating from the Marine. "Hey... Tenjin, are you gonna be okay? You look really mad..."
"I said go!" Tenjin snapped, his voice cracking like a breaking branch as he glared over his shoulder. "You came all the way from the sky to save your brother, didn't you?! Then stop paying attention to me and do what the hell you came here for! Don't waste your time here!"
Luffy stared at him for a long, silent beat. He bit his lower lip, then reached up and firmly pressed his straw hat down onto his head. A look of fierce determination returned to his face. "Yeah... You're right! Thanks, Tenjin! Don't you dare die before I can beat you up!"
With a powerful burst of speed, Luffy turned on his heel and shot across the plaza, his path locked back onto the execution platform.
Tenjin didn't watch him go. He turned his full attention back to the massive wall of New World pirates standing between him and the Moby Dick. His face was a terrifying mask of absolute, unbridled fury.
"Now then..." Tenjin whispered, his right arm expanding into a colossal, spiked trunk of timber. "Get out of my way."
He charged forward like an absolute demon.
"Stop him!" a pirate captain screamed, raising a heavy battleaxe. "Don't let him get near the Pops!"
"Wood Catapult!" Tenjin roared.
He slammed his massive wooden limb into the front lines. The sheer, overwhelming kinetic force didn't just deflect their weapons. It shattered them into splinters. Tenjin bulldozed through the crowd like a runaway train, throwing dozens of fodder pirates high into the air with every reckless, furious swing of his arms. He was completely blind to the rest of the war, a singular force of destruction carving a straight path through the sea of enemies.
Back on the deck of the Moby Dick, Marco the Phoenix stood watching the green-haired Marine tear through their lower ranks. He adjusted his glasses, a look of deep confusion on his face as he turned toward his captain.
"Pops..." Marco said softly, scratching the back of his neck. "Why did you go out of your way to anger that kid? Revealing his secret like that... I really don't see the purpose in it. You've turned a wild card into a direct threat to the ship."
Whitebeard settled his massive frame. A small, subtle smirk playing on his lips as he watched Tenjin's relentless advance. "There are two purposes, Marco."
"Oh?" Marco tilted his head.
"First... that green-haired brat would have never let the Straw Hat boy pass," Whitebeard said, his eyes narrowing as he remembered the fierce, competitive spark between the two rookies. "He has the exact same eyes Roger used to have when he looked at me. The eyes of a true, unyielding rival. If Tenjin remained focused on him, Luffy would have never been able to take another step toward that platform. By drawing the kid's rage to myself, I cleared the path for Ace's brother."
Marco let out a soft hum, looking out over the plaza where Luffy was currently sprinting past the distracted pirate lines. "I see... You're banking on the rookie's future. But what's the second reason?"
Whitebeard's expression softened, his gaze turning surprisingly gentle as he watched Tenjin smash through another wave of defenders.
"I wanted to have a conversation with that kid," Whitebeard rumbled softly. "He is an unfortunate soul, Marco. To be born into a family as twisted, cruel, and horrible as the World Nobles... a place where love doesn't exist. He carries a hatred so heavy it's rotting his own heart from the inside out."
The old Emperor closed his eyes for a brief moment, the wind catching his massive white coat.
"I want to let him know... that it's completely fine to hate the family you were born into," Whitebeard stated firmly, his voice carrying the warmth of a father who had spent decades rescuing lost souls from the sea. "But it is never okay to hate the concept of family itself. He needs to know there is still a place for him out on the sea, away from the shadow of the Holy Land."
Marco stood silent for a moment, then a soft, affectionate chuckle broke from his lips. He shook his head, looking at the old man with deep respect.
"Yare yare, Pops..." Marco murmured, a fond smile gracing his face. "You really just can't help yourself, can you? No matter where we are, even in the middle of an execution, you just see everyone as another kid who needs a family."
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