Aokiji, half-frozen, watched the boy collapse to his knees a moment later—the strain of the burst pulling him under. The Admiral said nothing. He simply looked at the pile of unconscious bodies, then at the crying child.
And deep within Luffy’s own mind, where the world had gone dark and the sound of the sea was fading, a voice echoed. A voice of drums. A voice of liberation. A voice that sounded like the crack of dawn. luffy haki marineford
On the execution platform, Sengoku’s glasses flashed. His hand tightened on his staff. "Impossible..." Aokiji, half-frozen, watched the boy collapse to his
"So you have it too, boy." Marco helped his father stand, watching the lightning fade from Luffy’s eyes. "Pops... he just knocked out half the army." And deep within Luffy’s own mind, where the
"Stay... away... from my brother."
The Unconscious King
In the bay, Vice Admiral Momonga raised his sword to block an incoming pirate, but his arm froze mid-swing. His horse stumbled. A thousand yards away, on the walls of the fortress, a rookie marine clutching his rifle suddenly went cross-eyed. His knees buckled. Foam touched his lips. Thud. Then another. Then a hundred.