One Piece: Curse of Immortality

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The wind howled above the Moby Dick, and the once-clear blue sky was now cloaked in dark clouds, crackling with lightning. 

The oppressive atmosphere weighed heavily over the entire sea, filling the air with tension.

Whitebeard stared at the figure in the distance, his eyes gleaming with intrigue and his grin growing wider.

"What a domineering presence!"

The wild aura radiating from the figure swept across the fleet, making the cloaks of even the strongest tremble in the gale. 

For those with weaker wills, their entire bodies shook uncontrollably.

"So, this is Arashi?" one of the pirates muttered, awe in his voice.

"Truly an intimidating force!"

"Gurararara!" Whitebeard laughed heartily, downing the liquor in his hand. "Boys let him in! None of you alone can stop him!"

At his command, the pirates struggling under the oppressive wave of Arashi's Conqueror's Haki breathed a sigh of relief. 

Hastily, they directed the crew to maneuver their ships, opening a path for the lone man and his small ship.

Arashi stood at the bow, his expression calm and composed as always, even as he ventured into the heart of the enemy fleet.

"Even surrounded by the strongest pirate crew in the world, he shows no fear!"

"Just how bold is this man?"

The pirates could only watch in awe, their gazes fixed on the lone figure steering his ship closer to the flagship. 

As Arashi's ship finally docked, he raised his eyes and looked ahead.

"Boom!"

Another surge of Conqueror's Haki rippled outward, the sheer force cracking nearby ships and sending shockwaves.

On the Moby Dick, Marco and the other commanders felt the impact of the aura, their expressions darkening.

"How strong is his Haki?"

The ferocious wind whipped at their clothing, and even the veteran commanders couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease.

Then they saw him.

Arashi stepped forward, ascending the wooden stairs of the flagship.

"Creak."

The sound of the wooden planks underfoot seemed to echo ominously.

"Boom!"

With every step, waves of his Haki pulsed outward, shaking the air and sending gusts across the deck.

Thunder rumbled above, and Vista looked up, stunned to see massive lightning dragons twisting and roaring within the storm clouds, their enormous forms obscured by the dense sky.

"Creak."

Another step and another burst of his Haki pressed down on everyone present. The pirates felt as if a mountain had been dropped onto their shoulders.

"This is terrifying!"

"The level of this man's Haki… even we feel it in our hearts!" Marco muttered, his heartbeat racing as his eyes followed the approaching figure.

Such overwhelming dominance was something Marco had only ever felt once before—from Gol D. Roger himself.

"Creak."

The steady rhythm of footsteps continued, slow and deliberate, sending waves of unease through everyone.

Finally, the man came into full view.

Arashi was tall and imposing, his close-cropped black hair emphasizing his sharp features. 

His physique was nothing short of awe-inspiring—broad shoulders, chiseled muscles that seemed carved from granite, and powerful arms that stretched his sleeves to their limits. 

His unbuttoned collar revealed a chest as solid as stone, every muscle line a testament to his unmatched physical prowess.

Behind him, his white Marine cape billowed in the wind.

Every pirate on deck stared in shock. The raw strength and confidence emanating from him were unlike anything they had ever seen.

"Whitebeard," Arashi spoke, his calm voice breaking the silence. "Edward Newgate."

He smiled faintly, his expression serene, as though every ounce of his sharpness was sheathed like a hidden blade.

Whitebeard's eyes narrowed slightly before he burst into laughter.

"Gurararara!" He rose to his feet in one fluid motion, his towering 6.66-meter frame dwarfing Arashi. His immense presence was equally overwhelming, exuding an aura of raw, unmatched power.

"I respect your courage," Whitebeard said, his deep voice resonating with authority.

"You came here alone into the lion's den. I thought you'd bring the entire Marine fleet with you!"

There was a crushing weight to his words, his Haki rolling out in waves to meet Arashi's.

But Arashi only chuckled softly, taking a few steps forward before sitting cross-legged on the deck.

"That's your style," Arashi replied casually. "For me, coming alone is enough."

Whitebeard gripped his massive naginata, Murakumogiri, as he locked eyes with Arashi. 

The man sitting before him seemed utterly defenseless, his posture relaxed, his expression unreadable.

"Boy, you're confident, aren't you?" Whitebeard said, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.

Arashi raised a hand, smiling. "Is this how the Whitebeard Pirates treat their guests?"

"That man!" Marco thought, his heart pounding.

He couldn't help but feel a trace of admiration for the man who had walked alone into their territory with such composure.

Hidden among the crowd, a figure silently observed Arashi, their mind racing.

"What kind of terrifying confidence does this man possess to show no fear, even here?"

"Could it be… he thinks he can defeat Father?"

Whitebeard suddenly laughed again.

"Gurararara!"

Then, with a single motion, he sat cross-legged across from Arashi.

"Bring the sake!" Whitebeard commanded.

His crew exchanged uncertain glances but quickly complied. Soon, sake was placed before both men.

They raised their cups, staring at each other before downing their drinks in one gulp.

"You know why I'm here, Whitebeard," Arashi said, his smile fading as his tone grew serious.

"One of your subordinates overestimated himself and dared to challenge me. I taught him a lesson," Whitebeard said nonchalantly, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

The wind howled above the Moby Dick, and the sky had transformed entirely. 

Thick storm clouds streaked with lightning replaced what was once a clear and sunny blue. 

The entire sea radiated an oppressive heaviness that pressed down on everyone.

"Hand him over."

"My subordinate—I'll take him back myself!"

The sharp sound of a bowl being placed on the deck echoed across the ship as Arashi's piercing gaze locked onto Whitebeard. 

His voice, though calm, carried a weight that seemed to chill the air. A cold, foreboding aura swept over the Moby Dick, sending shivers down the spines of everyone present.

"Gurarararara!" Whitebeard laughed deeply, shaking his head as he took a swig of sake.

"Arashi, you're just as arrogant as your men!" he mocked.

The jovial expression on his face suddenly turned cold, and his piercing eyes gleamed with a dangerous light.

"Do you think you can walk into my territory alone and leave unharmed today?" Whitebeard asked, his voice dropping like a hammer.

The mood shifted instantly as if the air itself had turned heavy. The pirates around them tensed, their hearts pounding. 

It felt as though the tension between the two men might explode into violence.

Arashi sat silently, his figure unmoving against the backdrop of flashing lightning. 

He seemed like a volcano on the brink of eruption, hiding immense power beneath his calm exterior.

"Then," Arashi finally said, his voice low and steady, resonating like thunder, "do you wish to start a war?"

The words struck the air like a storm, echoing in the ears of everyone present. 

Crocodile's pupils contracted as he struggled to process the scene's intensity. 

His throat tightened, and his eyes glistened with unshed tears as he looked at Arashi's unyielding figure.

"Arashi…" Crocodile muttered.

Marco and the other commanders stood on high alert, gazes darting nervously between the two titans.

"A war?" Whitebeard sneered.

"That depends on whether you have the strength to face me in battle!"

His grin widened into something dangerous, the oppressive aura radiating from him like a tidal wave.

"Fame doesn't make you strong!"

The two men remained seated, yet their words clashed like blades.

"So you think I'm nothing but a name?" Arashi murmured, his eyes narrowing sharply.

In that moment, a brilliant flash of lightning splits the sky, illuminating the entire scene. 

Marco instinctively raised a hand to shield his eyes, but through the blinding light, he glimpsed the two figures rising to their feet.

"BOOM!"

The sound of their blades colliding reverberated across the Moby Dick, shaking the ship violently. 

The crew stumbled, struggling to stay upright as the deck heaved beneath them.

"Then let's fight."

Arashi's icy voice cut through the chaos. As the light gradually faded, Marco and the others looked ahead, their eyes widening in shock.

"Father and Arashi are fighting!"

The two men stood in the center of the deck, their long blades locked in a clash that sent black and red sparks flying. 

The sheer force of their Haki caused the surrounding atmosphere to tremble.

"This Conqueror's Haki… it's impressive," Whitebeard said, his grin returning as his eyes gleamed with battlelust. 

He could feel the overwhelming strength radiating from Arashi's blade—a Haki that matched his own and rivaled Roger's.

"You're not bad yourself," Arashi replied, his eyes burning with the same intensity.

In that instant, Arashi understood what he was up against: the strongest man in the world at the peak of his power. 

A man with no weaknesses, a living legend who stood at the pinnacle of strength.

"Come," Arashi muttered, almost to himself.

"Show me your true power!"

With a slight movement of his right hand, Arashi swung his blade, Ace, through the air. Black and red lightning crackled violently as the blade sliced toward Whitebeard.

Despite his enormous frame, Whitebeard moved with a speed and precision that seemed impossible. 

His weapon, the Naginata Murakumogiri, intercepted the attack effortlessly, radiating the same ominous black-red lightning of Haki-infused blows.

"Of course," Arashi thought. "A man as strong as Roger wouldn't lack mastery of Haki."

"BOOM!"

A massive lightning bolt ripped through the sky as their blades clashed again.

"WHOOSH!"

A shockwave erupted from the impact, sending nearby ships skidding across the sea. The force of their battle scattered everything in its path.

"The sky!!"

"IT'S SPLITTING APART!!"

The terrified cries of the crew broke the stunned silence as they stared up at the heavens. 

The sky itself seemed to tear apart under the sheer force of the clash, a testament to the immense power of these two legendary warriors.

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