One Piece: Take the Uchiha Clan to the Grand Line

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The golden Buddha form of Sengoku looked insignificant in comparison to the towering figure of Uchiha Kitaro's Susanoo.

It was the Perfect Susanoo.

This was the ultimate form of Susanoo, requiring immense ocular prowess and an extraordinary chakra reserve to wield. Towering like a god of war, its stature surpassed mountains, and its destructive power rivaled that of the Tailed Beasts or even more.

"What… what is that?!"

"No way…"

"Is he a god…?"

Clang! Clang!

Weapons slipped from the trembling hands of countless Marines, their gazes filled with despair.

Kitaro, perched inside his Susanoo, observed its heightened form with curiosity. Was it taller now? No, the Susanoo had grown taller. This visible growth was a testament to his increasing strength. Thanks to the system, his ocular power had seen significant improvement. Moreover, his physical and spiritual energies had undergone a qualitative leap after fully absorbing Kibutsuji Muzan's essence.

"Captain! Look behind us!" shouted Burgess, his voice tinged with panic.

Teach and his crew turned, and their expressions froze.

"What… what is that?!"

"How long were we locked away? How can such a monster exist in this world?!"

The infamous fugitives, recently escaped from Impel Down, were left utterly dumbfounded.

Teach's face grew darker. "Damn it! I knew that brat was hiding something, but this… this is on another level. Let's move! We need to get out of here, now!"

The normally unflappable Doflamingo was similarly shaken. "What the hell?!" he muttered, eyes wide at the scene behind him.

Even Mihawk, calm as ever, could not help but murmur to himself. "Uchiha Kitaro… Is this your true strength?"

"Is there no end to how bad this can get?" Aokiji muttered, his tone grim.

Despite already overestimating Kitaro's power, Aokiji realized now that he had grossly underestimated him.

"This… this is terrifying… truly terrifying!" Kizaru stammered, uncharacteristically unnerved.

"Damn criminals!" Akainu snarled, his face twisted in fury. "This level of power is an affront to justice!"

Even Garp was stunned. "This brat… he actually…"

"Attack!" Sengoku bellowed, his voice laced with determination. The battle was being broadcast worldwide, and losing here was unthinkable. He had never doubted their eventual victory—not with the Admirals, himself, Garp, and countless Vice Admirals on their side. But now, that confidence wavered.

Kitaro had proven an overwhelming foe, enduring their onslaught with ease while unleashing a terrifying arsenal of techniques.

"Buddha Shockwave!"

"Fist of Love!"

"Great Eruption!"

"Ice Block: Pheasant Beak!"

"Light Speed Kick!"

One devastating attack after another rained down upon Kitaro's Perfect Susanoo, each powerful enough to annihilate a town. Yet the massive armored figure stood unyielding, its defenses impenetrable.

"You can't possibly think this level of power is enough to defeat me," Kitaro said coolly.

His Susanoo began to rise, slowly but surely, as he lifted a massive, glowing fist.

Hummmmmm!

The glowing fist was encased in a transparent, vibrating dome—a stark reminder of the destructive power of Whitebeard's quake-quake fruit. But now, under Kitaro's control, the destructive force was exponentially greater.

"Not good!"

"It's too massive!"

The Perfect Susanoo descended in a meteoric plunge, its massive fist smashing down onto Marineford.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

The very air fractured into an intricate web of devastating cracks, far more extensive and violent than any Whitebeard had ever caused.

BOOOOOM!

Marineford shattered. The entire island erupted into an apocalyptic explosion, sending shockwaves rippling across the seas like a nuclear detonation. The naval stronghold, once a symbol of unshakable justice, was obliterated in an instant.

"Run! RUN!"

"Get out of here!"

"That monster!"

Teach and his crew, previously retreating leisurely, now scrambled desperately for their lives, only to be caught in the blast. Screams echoed as they were sent flying by the overwhelming force.

Even Doflamingo and Mihawk, who had fled early, were not spared. They struggled against the relentless waves of destruction. Mihawk swung Yoru with precision, slicing through incoming waves and debris, while Doflamingo's threads worked frantically to deflect the onslaught.

Elsewhere, Shisui stood on the deck of a ship, hands forming rapid seals.

"Water Style: Water Wall!"

The ocean itself rose in a massive barrier, shielding their vessel from the relentless tidal waves and debris. However, the Navy ships were not as fortunate. Without a protector, many were capsized, their crews swallowed by the unforgiving sea.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the chaos subsided.

Everyone turned to look at the site of Marineford—or rather, where it had once stood.

"It's… gone," someone muttered in disbelief.

"The Navy headquarters… Marineford… has been erased!"

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