One Piece: Take the Uchiha Clan to the Grand Line

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"Do you all still wish to continue?"

Uchiha Kitaro slowly descended, his gaze sweeping over Sengoku, Garp, and the three Marine Admirals: Akainu, Aokiji, and Kizaru.

His primary objective was already accomplished—the acquisition of the Quake-Quake Fruit. Everything he had orchestrated, from planting the Flying Thunder God mark on Blackbeard's back to assisting Luffy's infiltration of Impel Down, had been for this moment. Now that he had achieved his goal, he was ready to pull back.

Kitaro bore no deep hatred for the Marines; it was merely a clash of perspectives. But he had long since learned an important lesson during the Third Shinobi World War: mercy towards one's enemies often meant cruelty toward oneself.

The Marines had attacked him. While their attempts had failed to harm him, they had still made their move. And now, it was only fair that he returned the favor. After all, why should he go easy on them simply because he was stronger? His power was earned through relentless effort and sacrifice.

"At this point," Sengoku declared gravely, "it's not about whether we want to continue or not. It's about necessity. The Marines must claim victory here, no matter the cost."

Fixing his steely gaze on Kitaro, Sengoku added coldly, "If you try to escape, we will hunt down your allies, the people you swore to protect, and kill them all."

Kitaro chuckled darkly. "Ah, so the mask finally slips. You've stopped pretending, have you?"

Though Sengoku's core might have been just, the man was willing to embrace darkness when his sense of righteousness was threatened. Kitaro hadn't forgotten the fate of Ohara—a massacre carried out under Sengoku's orders, leaving only Nico Robin alive among the defenseless scholars.

In war, morality was irrelevant. One side's hero was the other's villain.

True peace? That was never negotiated. It was fought for.

"Spare me the speeches," Sengoku continued, righteous fury etched on his face. "Those pirates deserved their fate. As the Marines, it is our duty to eliminate them!"

Kitaro smirked. "Oh, I have a principle too: Harm anyone close to me, and I'll destroy you and everyone you hold dear. I despise threats more than anything else." His voice grew sharper, colder. "And let me make one thing clear—you're not the ones in control of this battlefield. I am."

"Attack!" Sengoku bellowed, unleashing a devastating shockwave from his golden Buddha form.

The battle erupted in full force.

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A Storm of Attacks hit Kitaro.

The ground crumbled under Sengoku's attack, fragments scattering in all directions with a force that rivaled Whitebeard's legendary tremors. Garp soared overhead, fists wrapped in Armament Haki, ready to strike.

"Boy, you chose this path yourself!" Garp roared.

"Fist of Love!"

A massive blow descended from above, crashing into the battlefield with earth-shattering force unlike its name. Entire sections of Marineford were reduced to rubble, leaving a colossal crater at its center.

"Ice Time Capsule!"

Aokiji's icy breath blanketed the area, forming towering walls of frost that aimed to lock Kitaro in place.

"Yasakani Sacred Jewel!"

Kizaru appeared in the sky, unleashing a relentless barrage of light projectiles, their radiance blinding as they hammered Kitaro's position.

"Meteor Volcano!"

From the other side, Akainu fired molten fists into the air, the magma raining down like a fiery storm upon the battlefield.

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As the attacks converged, the ground shook, and the air was filled with deafening explosions. Dust and debris clouded the battlefield, leaving every onlooker in stunned silence. Could anyone possibly survive such destruction?

"Is he dead?" a Marine whispered, trembling.

"No," another muttered, his voice hollow. "That man won't die so easily."

Suddenly, their expressions froze as they turned to face a new sight. By Whitebeard's lifeless body stood Kitaro, untouched, his figure shrouded in calm authority.

"What the hell?!" Sengoku snarled. "When did he—?!"

No one had seen Kitaro move. No one had even realized when he had slipped past their attacks to reach Whitebeard.

Adding to the Marines' frustration, the Pirate Empress, Boa Hancock, had also vanished without a trace.

"This is impossible!" Akainu growled, his fists trembling in rage.

Ignoring them, Kitaro gazed at Whitebeard's lifeless form—a man who, even in death, stood tall, protecting his "sons" with his final breath.

"Well, old man," Kitaro muttered, placing a hand on the corpse. "Consider this a favor repaid. I'll see to it you're given a proper sendoff."

In the blink of an eye, Kitaro and Whitebeard's body reappeared before the Whitebeard Pirates.

"Father!!"

The crew broke into tears at the sight of their captain, their sorrow overflowing.

"Thank you, Uchiha Kitaro!" someone sobbed.

"It's nothing," Kitaro replied. "I'm just honoring his last request. Wait here. I have unfinished business, and then I'll take you all back to the New World."

"But why?" one pirate asked, confused. "You could leave now. Why risk going back?"

Kitaro's eyes gleamed with a fiery determination. "I could leave whenever I wish. But leaving like this isn't my style."

"I have to show them my true power"

In a flash, Kitaro returned to the Marines' side.

The Admirals and Sengoku now fully understood the truth: their plan to trap Kitaro was futile. His ability to teleport rendered him untouchable. He could strike wherever he pleased, whenever he pleased.

"It's time," Kitaro declared, his voice resonating with authority, "to give this world a little shock."

A vibrant orange aura erupted around him as his Susanoo materialized.

The skeletal frame rapidly grew, flesh-like energy filling out its massive form. Armor wrapped around its body, and enormous wings unfurled from its back. Towering over Marineford at a staggering height of over 500 meters, a colossal warrior now stood, sword at its side, casting a shadow over the battlefield.

This was not a mere battle anymore. This was the birth of a legend.

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