One Piece: Holy Light Swordmaster

With the Marines' pursuit of the pirates slowing down, Akainu found himself unsatisfied.

"Wright was decisive in executing that so-called 'World Destroyer,' but at a time like this, he still showed too much mercy."

Akainu grunted under his breath.

"As for the Revolutionary Army... Hmph! I didn't have time to deal with them earlier, but now it's time for reckoning!"

"Oh~ that bird flies so fast~ I can't even catch it~"

Just as Akainu was preparing to deal with the remaining Revolutionaries, a familiar voice reached his ears.

Looking up, he saw Marco soaring across the battlefield in his phoenix form, only for Kizaru to appear before him in a flash of light.

"Oh~"

Boom!

Marco was once again kicked into the ground, crashing into the earth and leaving a massive crater.

"Damn it… With all three Admirals working together, how are we supposed to escape?"

Marco wiped the blood from his mouth and prepared to take flight again, only for a massive magma fist to come hurtling toward him.

"Akainu!"

"Hmm~ now I've got you~"

Kizaru appeared behind Marco, his fingertips radiating a blinding light. A deep sense of despair washed over Marco.

"It's over!"

Being caught in a pincer attack by two Admirals—how could he possibly evade it?

Even with the Phoenix's regeneration, his healing had its limits!

"Kizaru, don't move!"

Boom—!

Kizaru hesitated for a moment as a red-haired swordsman, draped in a black cape, intercepted Akainu's magma fist with his blade!

"Red-Haired!"

"Ben Beckman!"

"That's... the Red-Haired Pirates' ship!"

"Why are they here?! Weren't they just clashing with Kaido in the New World yesterday?!"

The Marines erupted in shock. They had just suffered tremendous losses in their near-total annihilation of the Whitebeard Pirates, and now another Emperor had entered the fray. Were they expected to battle yet another Yonko?

"I'm here… to end this war!"

Shanks stood firm, gripping his sword, Gryphon, as he blocked Akainu's molten fist. Kizaru, with a shrug, pulled back under the watchful threat of Ben Beckman's rifle. Marco exhaled heavily as he steadied himself.

"Red-Haired..."

"Marco, stand down… Continuing this fight will only bring more casualties. Admiral Wright's ability is nearly insurmountable for your side."

Shanks sheathed his sword and turned toward the approaching Wright, his expression serious.

"Wright, this is enough… You've pushed them to the brink, but even you can't ensure the Marines won't suffer further losses."

"Red-Haired… The man who led Luffy onto the path of piracy!"

Garp clenched his fists, rolling up his sleeves with a furious expression.

"I'm going to break his damn legs!"

Ace and Sabo rushed to hold back their enraged grandfather.

"Wait, Grandpa! If you actually break his legs, it'll be really awkward for Luffy!"

"Yeah, and Sensei will be in a tough spot too!"

"..."

On the battlefield, Mihawk stepped back from his duel with the exhausted Vista, sheathing his black blade, Yoru, without another word.

"Mihawk! Where are you going?!"

"I agreed to fight Whitebeard's forces, but 'Red-Haired' was never part of that deal."

"This..."

The world's greatest swordsman turned and walked away, causing murmurs to ripple through the Marine ranks.

"If anyone still wants to fight—"

Shanks' voice rang across the battlefield.

"Then we'll be your opponents!"

"But I ask all those present… to give me this honor, and let this war end here!"

"Heh! Shanks… To be honest, I'd love to test my strength against you guys…"

Wright chuckled before sighing.

"But the soldiers' spirits are already stretched to the limit. Even if their bodies are healed, their minds can't take much more."

"Besides… The Revolutionaries…"

"Hmph! I nearly forgot about them. I'll deal with it!"

Akainu, still seething from being blocked by Shanks, turned away as Wright signaled for a ceasefire. Even if Akainu was uncompromising, going against Wright now would only escalate tensions.

More importantly, the Red-Haired Pirates' officers had already surrounded the area. Even if he continued the fight, the cost would be heavy. With a frustrated grunt, Akainu turned on his heel.

Magma surged as he rocketed toward the Revolutionaries—Morley's enormous frame made him an easy target.

"Sabo-boy! Kuma is… Well, never mind that, we need to move! Akainu is coming!"

Ivankov and the others looked on awkwardly as Sabo and Ace continued restraining Garp.

"Uh… What's this all about…? Vice Admiral Garp?"

"Cough! Cough!"

Sabo quickly released Garp and turned to see Akainu abandoning his pursuit of Shanks and charging toward them. At the same time, Wright turned to look at him, his gaze deep and unreadable. A shiver ran down Sabo's spine.

"But Kuma—!"

"I understand the situation! We need to leave now! Kuma's fate can be addressed later!"

"Alright… Until we meet again!"

Sabo flashed a bright smile—one meant for both Ace and Kuma. Stealing a glance at Wright, he turned and ran.

A massive magma fist crashed down, barely missing the Revolutionaries as they dove into the tunnel Moria had dug. Scalding lava surged in after them.

"Hurry, Morley! Dig faster!"

"Death Wink!"

Boom—

A violent explosion collapsed the tunnel entrance. Akainu grunted in frustration and turned, locking eyes with a carefree Garp, who was picking his nose.

"Ahahaha! Sakazuki, the Revolutionary Army's Chief of Staff sure is formidable! Even I couldn't move when he held me down!"

"..."

Veins bulged on Akainu's forehead. His chest rose and fell with restrained fury before he finally stormed off.

"One after another…"

Wright observed the situation, chuckling as he shook his head.

"Sakazuki-senpai, when it comes to escape, the Revolutionary Army has never feared anyone..."

"So you're telling me... you all just stood there and watched them run?!"

"Look over there."

Sakazuki frowned, following Wright's gaze. The moment his eyes locked onto the scene, his pupils contracted sharply.

By the ruins of the execution platform—long since collapsed and all but forgotten—a lone figure stood, cloaked in a deep green hooded robe. Silent. Motionless.

As Sakazuki's stare sharpened, he realized that not just he, but also Kizaru, Aokiji, Sengoku, and even Garp had turned their attention toward the figure.

The hooded man lifted his head, revealing beneath the shadow of his hood a defiant smirk.

"The Revolutionary Army's leader—Dragon!"

A heavy silence fell. Sengoku clenched his fists, his jaw tightening before he shot a fierce glare at Garp—who could only gape in stunned silence. The Fleet Admiral was too furious to even speak.

"We'll take care of Whitebeard's last rites."

Shanks, resting a hand on his saber, cast a brief glance at Dragon before turning back to Sengoku.

"The entire world has already seen the battle. There's no need to make a spectacle of Whitebeard's body!"

"..."

Akainu gritted his teeth. In his mind, Whitebeard's corpse should have been put on display, a warning to all. But Wright, no doubt, had a different idea.

Without realizing it, even the iron-willed Akainu had begun to take Wright's influence into account.

Throughout this war, Wright had demonstrated overwhelming battlefield dominance. In the eyes of the Marines, his standing now surpassed even that of the Hero of the Navy, Garp—rivaling Fleet Admiral Sengoku himself!

Kizaru and Aokiji remained silent as Wright turned to Sengoku.

Dragon wasn't here just to ensure the safe retreat of his beloved disciple.

To the Revolutionary Army, if the Marines were to press forward and engage Shanks in battle, it wasn't impossible for them to achieve victory.

And if the war escalated further, with Wright leading the charge, the Navy could even crush another of the Four Emperors. Should that happen, the balance of the New World would collapse entirely!

The Marines would emerge as an unchallenged force, imposing absolute dominance over the seas—a scenario disastrous for the Revolutionary Army, who relied on pirate activity to keep the Navy's forces divided.

"If it's you, then fine… Red-Haired, I'll take responsibility."

"But understand this—the so-called balance won't last forever!"

Sengoku let out a heavy snort, shifting his gaze from Dragon to Shanks. Then, in a commanding voice, he declared:

"The war is over!"

"My apologies, Fleet Admiral."

Shanks turned and strode toward Whitebeard's body—only to pause in surprise.

Whitebeard… had passed with a smile.

Glancing at Wright, who wore a knowing grin, realization dawned on Shanks. A smile crossed his lips as well.

"It's all over."

By the execution platform, Dragon's figure had vanished without a trace.

And with that, the greatest war since the dawn of the Great Pirate Era—

The "Summit War of Marineford"—

Had come to an end.

History would forever remember this moment.

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