East Blue, off the coast of Foosha Village.
The large merchant ship had just raised its sails and was preparing to head deeper into the sea.
At the bow, Makino still looked shaken, occasionally glancing back at her hometown as it slowly disappeared beyond the horizon.
Meanwhile, Hancock remained glued to Tobirama's side, acting possessive while continuing her one-sided rivalry with Robin.
Just then—
BOOM!
A thunderous explosion echoed across the horizon.
The sea erupted as a massive wave surged forward like a tsunami.
Atop the towering wave, a warship with a dog-shaped figurehead roared across the water at full speed, its engines pushed to their limit.
Before anyone could react—
A burly figure launched himself from the warship like a human cannonball, crossing thousands of meters in an instant before crashing into the sea directly ahead of the merchant ship.
THOOM!!
The ocean seemed to suffer a heavy blow, sending up waves hundreds of meters high.
A cloak of Justice billowed wildly in the storm.
The Hero of the Marines, Monkey D. Garp, had arrived!
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"UCHIHA TOBIRAMA!!!"
Standing atop a floating piece of wreckage, Garp fixed his bloodshot eyes on the silver-haired figure at the bow of the ship.
His roar was like that of an enraged lion.
"Do you know where this is?!"
"This is my hometown!"
"You dared to cause trouble here and even lay your hands on people under my protection!"
"You bastard—are you prepared to be beaten into the ground by my fists?!"
A terrifying killing intent mixed with overwhelming Haki instantly swept across the merchant ship.
Robin and Makino immediately turned pale.
Even Hancock's expression changed slightly.
"What overwhelming pressure..."
Tobirama stood calmly at the bow, his robes fluttering in the gale.
Hands still in his pockets, he looked down at the furious old man.
"Monkey D. Garp."
A faint smile appeared on his lips.
"The man who cornered the Pirate King."
"The so-called Hero of the Marines."
Finally.
Compared to Aokiji, who relied heavily on his Devil Fruit, Tobirama was far more interested in someone like Garp.
In this world, Garp represented the pinnacle of pure physical strength.
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"Since you're here, let's skip the formalities."
Tobirama slowly raised a hand.
Pointing casually at the merchant ship beneath his feet, he activated his power.
Gravity Levitation.
Buzz!
To Garp's astonishment, the massive ship rose from the ocean.
It ascended steadily into the sky, completely defying common sense.
One hundred meters.
Five hundred meters.
One thousand meters.
Within moments, the ship was hovering above the clouds, far removed from the battlefield below.
"This..."
Garp's pupils contracted.
"The Golden Lion's power?"
"No... Shiki isn't dead. It can't be that."
Tobirama settled the ship safely in the air before vanishing.
The next second, he appeared on an uninhabited island ten kilometers away from Foosha Village.
Floating above the island, he beckoned to Garp with a finger.
"Old man."
"Let's not destroy your hometown."
"Come here."
"I'll give you a chance to challenge a god."
"You arrogant brat!!"
Garp laughed in fury.
Using Geppo, he launched himself through the air like a bolt of black lightning.
BOOM!
He landed heavily on the island's beach, pulverizing the rocks beneath his feet.
Throwing aside his Justice cloak, he revealed a body packed with muscles as hard as steel.
Pitch-black Armament Haki coated his arms, crackling with black-red lightning.
Step by step, he walked toward Tobirama.
Each footstep made the island tremble.
"In my lifetime, I've beaten down countless fools who called themselves gods!"
"Rocks!"
"Golden Lion!"
"And now you!"
"Return Kuzan's power!"
"Release Makino!"
"Otherwise, I'll personally drag you into Impel Down today!"
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Tobirama descended to the ground and stopped ten meters away.
He didn't activate any special mode.
No Truth-Seeking Orbs.
No Ninjutsu.
Against a pure martial artist like Garp, overwhelming him with techniques would be boring.
If he was going to win, he would do it in Garp's own domain.
"You want revenge?"
Tobirama rolled his neck.
Crack.
"Then try."
"But I should warn you."
"The strongest fist in the world?"
"In my eyes, it might not even be enough to scratch an itch."
"YOU'RE ASKING FOR IT!"
Garp exploded into motion.
There was no probing attack.
No testing.
He opened with everything he had.
BOOM!
Garp vanished.
When he reappeared, he was already directly in front of Tobirama.
His fist, coated in top-tier Haki, carried enough force to shatter mountains.
Fist Bone: Galaxy Impact!
Before the punch even landed, the compressed shockwave had already flattened the forest behind Tobirama.
Yet Tobirama didn't dodge.
He didn't retreat.
He simply raised a single fist.
No chakra.
No techniques.
Only raw physical power—
And Haki beyond all others.
BANG!!!
The two fists collided.
The world seemed to freeze.
Then—
RUMBLE!!!
A devastating shockwave erupted outward.
The entire island sank dozens of meters.
The surrounding sea was blasted away, creating waves that towered into the sky.
Within the dust cloud, Garp's eyes widened.
Blocked?
His full-powered punch had been stopped with one hand.
And Tobirama hadn't moved an inch.
"Is that all?"
Tobirama's calm voice echoed through the dust.
"If so, you've disappointed me."
"Let me show you what real Haki looks like."
Buzz!
An indescribably terrifying Conqueror's Haki wrapped around his fist.
Conqueror's Haki Infused Divine Strike!
BOOM!
Garp felt as though he had been struck head-on by an entire planet.
"Urgh!"
Blood sprayed from his mouth.
His body slid backward dozens of meters, carving deep trenches across the ground.
"How is that possible...?"
His right hand trembled slightly.
His knuckles ached.
These were the fists that had clashed with Roger and Rocks.
Yet in a contest of strength, he had been pushed back.
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"Again!"
Garp refused to accept it.
As a veteran of countless battles, he instantly adjusted his strategy.
If power wasn't enough, then skill would have to make the difference.
His Observation Haki surged forth.
Future sight activated.
He attempted to predict Tobirama's next movement.
But when his senses reached toward Tobirama—
He saw nothing.
Only endless darkness.
"Hm?!"
Garp's expression changed.
He couldn't see it.
Why couldn't he see it?
"Looking for my future?"
Tobirama's voice suddenly came from behind him.
Like a ghost.
"Observation Haki?"
"I surpassed that little trick long ago."
Under Tobirama's overwhelming power, Garp's Observation Haki was completely suppressed.
Forget seeing the future.
He couldn't even properly perceive his opponent.
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"Damn it!"
Garp spun around and unleashed a devastating kick.
Snap!
Tobirama casually caught his ankle.
"Too slow."
"No matter how strong your Haki is, it's meaningless if you can't hit your target."
Grabbing Garp's leg, Tobirama swung him downward.
BOOM!!!
The island trembled again.
Garp was smashed into the ground, shattering the surrounding rocks.
"Bastard!"
Roaring, Garp sprang back up.
Ignoring his injuries, he pushed his Haki to its limit.
His fists became a blur.
Thousands of punches exploded forward like a storm.
Fist Bone: Meteor Barrage!
Every punch possessed enough force to sink a warship.
Thousands of punches were unleashed in a single second.
Yet Tobirama remained standing.
One hand stayed in his pocket.
Using only his free hand, he blocked every strike.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The collision sounds echoed nonstop.
No matter how fast Garp attacked.
No matter how tricky the angle.
Tobirama's palm always appeared exactly where it needed to be.
Intercepting every blow effortlessly.
He even yawned.
"Too weak."
"Your force is too scattered."
"Your Haki is paper-thin."
"With this level of skill, you chased Roger around?"
"Looks like that Pirate King was overrated too."
Each sentence struck Garp harder than any punch.
This wasn't a battle.
It was absolute domination.
Strength.
Speed.
Reaction.
Haki.
Every field in which Garp had once stood at the summit—
Tobirama surpassed him completely.
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"SHUT UP!!"
Garp roared.
Gathering every remaining ounce of strength, he threw everything into one final punch.
A desperate attack.
One that abandoned all defense.
Gigantic Fist Bone: Meteor Fragment!
Faced with Garp's final strike, Tobirama finally removed his other hand from his pocket.
But he didn't form a fist.
Instead, he simply raised a single finger.
At its tip gathered an energy so dark it seemed capable of devouring light itself.
"This farce ends here."
"Let me show you what true Armament Haki looks like."
"One-Finger Strike."
DING!
Garp's iron fist collided with that single finger.
A punch capable of shattering mountains.
A punch infused with all his power.
Then—
Crack.
Garp's face instantly turned pale.
Cold sweat poured down his back.
His fist...
The fist renowned throughout the world...
The fist that had clashed with legends...
Was shattering inch by inch against a single finger.