Legacy of the Six Paths Senjutsu

The Other Side

Far beyond the turbulent waters of the Grand Line's first half, near the towering, unyielding Red Line, stood an imposing fortress, its structure piercing the heavens with unwavering dominance.

This was none other than Marineford, the headquarters of the Marines and the very heart of the World Government's military might!

A bastion of justice, Marineford housed the most formidable warriors of the era—men whose strength could shake the seas themselves. At the summit of this power sat the indomitable Marine Fleet Admiral, Brownie! (Given that the timeline predates Rocks' fall, Marine history had a different Fleet Admiral before Kong.)

On the highest floor of the Marine Headquarters, inside the Fleet Admiral's office, Brownie sat at his desk, meticulously reviewing documents while conversing with Vice Admiral Kong.

Kong, the man destined to become Fleet Admiral after the collapse of the Rocks Pirates and later the supreme commander of the entire Marine force, was a warrior of terrifying prowess—a titan who had stood unshaken amidst the fiercest storms of battle!

Just then—

Boom! Boom!

A sharp knock echoed through the room.

Brownie furrowed his brows slightly, his gaze shifting toward the door before he spoke, his voice steady and authoritative.

"Enter."

With a creak, the heavy wooden doors swung open, revealing a Marine officer stepping inside with a document in hand. The officer snapped to attention, saluting both Brownie and Kong with military precision.

"Report." Brownie rested his chin against his interlaced fingers, his expression unchanging.

The man before him was no ordinary messenger—he was Brownie's personal aide, a soldier entrusted with only the most crucial intelligence.

What he brought now could not be taken lightly.

"Fleet Admiral Brownie, we've located the trail of the Rocks Pirates in the New World!"

At the sound of that name, a glint flickered across Brownie's eyes, his lips curling into a predatory grin.

The Rocks Pirates.

The greatest scourge of the age.

A band of monstrous individuals, each strong enough to command their own fleet, gathered under the most fearsome captain in history. Their ambitions knew no bounds, their cruelty unmatched.

To the Marines, they were the very embodiment of chaos.

And for far too long, they had remained elusive.

But now, at last, the hunt could resume.

"Where are they?" Vice Admiral Kong asked, his tone sharp.

"According to our sources, the Rocks Pirates are currently docked in a ship-repairing nation within the New World. Given the state of their vessel, they will likely remain there for an extended period." The officer responded with certainty.

Brownie's grin widened.

"Rocks, Rocks... Let's see if you can escape me this time! Dispatch an Admiral immediately! Mobilize the forces! We will bring this pirate crew down—today!"

"Yes, sir!" The officer saluted, turning to leave.

But just as he reached the door—

"Wait."

Kong's voice cut through the air like a blade, halting the officer in his tracks.

Brownie turned to his vice admiral with a questioning gaze.

"What is it, Kong?"

Kong crossed his arms, his sharp eyes reflecting his calculated mind.

"Fleet Admiral, you know as well as I do that the Rocks Pirates are unlike any ordinary crew. A reckless full-frontal assault could cost us dearly. I strongly advise against acting rashly."

Brownie narrowed his eyes but said nothing, signaling Kong to continue.

"Instead, I propose we first send scouts to gather intelligence—learn the terrain, analyze their positions, and determine their defenses. Once we have enough information, we can execute a precision strike, minimizing our casualties while maximizing the damage dealt to them."

The logic was undeniable.

The Rocks Pirates weren't just another rogue crew. They were an empire unto themselves, a coalition of some of the world's most terrifying figures—Whitebeard, Big Mom, Kaido, Shiki, Silver Axe, John, and Ochoku, to name only a few.

Storming in without a plan would be suicide.

Brownie, tapping his fingers against his desk, finally nodded.

"That is a sound strategy."

"Now, as for the scouting unit..." Kong smirked. "I have the perfect candidates."

Brownie's brow lifted slightly.

"You mean… Garp, Sengoku, Tsuru, and Zephyr?"

A select few in the Marines had begun making names for themselves. Among them, four individuals stood above the rest—rising stars with monstrous potential.

Monkey D. Garp, an unyielding warrior whose fists could crush mountains.

Sengoku, a brilliant tactician possessing unparalleled strategic insight.

Tsuru, a woman of cunning intelligence who could outmaneuver even the most deceitful criminals.

And Zephyr, a relentless fighter with an unwavering sense of duty.

Together, they had been dubbed the "Four Stars of the Marines," for their rapid ascent through the ranks had shattered all previous records.

Now, barely out of their recruit years, they had already attained the rank of Marine Colonel—a feat never before seen in Marine history!

"That's correct," Kong affirmed. "These four are the future of the Marines. If anyone can gather intelligence on Rocks without being caught, it's them."

Though still young, their potential was undeniable.

But was it too soon to pit them against a monster like Rocks?

Brownie tapped a finger against his chin, deep in thought.

"They are indeed exceptional... But if they are discovered, they will be killed instantly."

A grim silence fell over the room.

"That is the risk of being in the New World." Kong's voice was firm. "They cannot avoid the Rocks Pirates forever. Sooner or later, they will have to face them. This mission is reconnaissance, not battle. If they are truly destined to be great, they will succeed. If they fail... then they were never worthy of being the pillars of the Marines."

The weight of his words hung heavy in the air.

Finally, Brownie exhaled, a sharp glint of resolve flashing in his gaze.

"Very well. Assign the mission to them."

With that, the fate of the Four Stars was sealed.

They would infiltrate the domain of the most fearsome pirates the world had ever known.

Would they return unscathed?

Or would history record this as the day four future legends were snuffed out before their prime?

Only time would tell.

Meanwhile, on an island deep within the New World—Rocks' laughter echoed across the night sky.

A storm was coming.

And soon, the world would tremble once more.

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