This video is absolutely going to blow up.
Austin clicked his mouse repeatedly.
On the screen, Whitebeard was covered in holes, his back straight as an arrow, while the sea breeze whipped his white cape, making it flap loudly.
He had spent three whole days going through the Marineford War arc from beginning to end, taking frame-by-frame screenshots, re-scoring the music, and adding his own recorded narration.
He had revised the title for the opening sequence, The End of the Old Era and the Rampage of the New Era, twelve times.
Austin leaned back in his chair and stretched.
He double-clicked to play the video and watched the finished cut from start to finish.
The screen brightened.
The sky over Marineford was obscured by thick smoke, and the sea surged with monstrous waves.
Whitebeard Edward Newgate stood in the center of the battlefield like a mountain.
Austin was very satisfied with this part.
He scrubbed further ahead, and when he saw the frame where Ace stood in front of Luffy and magma pierced his chest, the video suddenly froze.
The tone of the narration changed, taking on a suppressed, hoarse quality.
Monkey D.
Luffy lost his brother on this day.
And the Navy Hero Garp watched his own grandson die right in front of him, and did nothing.
Seeing this, Austin still felt a stinging in his nose.
He had been editing for three days, but he still couldn’t handle watching this part every time.
Alright, alright, stop being so sentimental.
He chided himself and clicked upload.
He had already decided on the title: Marineford War: The End of the Old Era and the Rampage of the New Era | An In-depth Review of Every Character’s Fate.
The thumbnail was the classic silhouette of Whitebeard standing tall.
The upload progress bar began to move.
One percent, five percent, thirteen percent.
Austin leaned back in his chair, staring blankly at the ceiling.
With every step the progress bar took, the sky in another world brightened a little more.
One hundred percent.
Upload complete.
…
I’m going to sea!
I’m going to be the Pirate King!
Luffy slammed his straw hat onto his head and stepped one foot onto the prow of his small boat.
On the dock of Foosha Village, Makino smiled and waved at him.
The mayor stomped his feet behind him: This brat…
he’s really going to his death!
Luffy ignored him completely, grinned, and looked up at the sea.
The sky over the East Blue was cloudless, and the salty sea breeze washed over him, making the scar on his face itch slightly.
It had been ten years.
From the day Shanks placed this straw hat on his head until today, exactly ten years.
Shanks, I’m setting off.
Luffy said in a low voice, clenching his fist.
Then, the sky split open.
Without any warning.
The blue sky above Luffy’s head cracked open down the middle like shattered glass.
Golden light poured out from the crack, stinging his eyes and making him squint.
What is this?!
Luffy raised his hand to his brow and took a step back.
He strained his eyes to look into the distance.
He saw it.
The crack was expanding at an incredible speed, and the golden curtain of light spread to both sides as if someone had torn it open with their hands.
In the blink of an eye, the entire sky over the East Blue was covered by that golden curtain of light.
On the dock, Makino was stunned.
The mayor’s mouth hung open, unable to close for a long time.
Everyone in Foosha Village who looked up at the sky froze in place.
What is this thing?
Luffy widened his eyes.
He couldn’t sense any hostility.
But his intuition was blaring an alarm—not the kind that signaled danger, but a solemn, grave feeling he had never experienced before, one he couldn’t quite put into words.
That thing was too big.
So big that he couldn’t see the edges at all.
Bigger than any Sea Kings he had ever seen, bigger than all the houses in Foosha Village combined.
The golden curtain of light hung silently in the sky, without sound, without vibration.
But it was precisely this silence that made the hair on Luffy’s arms stand up.
…
At the same time.
The Grand Line, Marineford, Marine Headquarters.
Monkey D.
Garp sat on the sofa in the Fleet Admiral’s office with his legs crossed, stuffing rice crackers into his mouth.
Garp!
Stop eating in my office!
You’re getting crumbs everywhere!
Sengoku pointed at the rice cracker crumbs on the floor, veins throbbing on his forehead.
Garp chewed crunchily and happily: Sengoku, that’s not fair.
I went to a lot of trouble to get these rice crackers from…
He didn’t finish his sentence.
The office window was suddenly illuminated by a bright golden light.
The rice cracker in Garp’s hand fell to the floor.
Sengoku turned his head sharply to look out the window.
The sky over Marineford was completely covered by a massive golden curtain wall.
That curtain of light hung in mid-air, estimated to be several hundred meters above the sea surface.
Soldiers across the entire Marine Headquarters stopped what they were doing and looked up at the sky.
What’s going on?!
Enemy attack?!
What is that thing!!!
The plaza erupted in chaos.
Sengoku’s expression became extremely grim in an instant.
He rushed to the window, released his Haki, and spread his perception in all directions…
He couldn’t detect anything.
That golden curtain of light had no life signs, no Devil Fruit fluctuations, and not even any physical texture.
This isn’t a Devil Fruit ability.
Sengoku’s voice was tight when he said this.
Garp also stood up, walked to the window, and squinted as he examined the curtain of light.
His expression was uncharacteristically serious.
This thing…
Garp said in a low voice, is not right.
Sengoku had already picked up the Den Den Mushi: All forces, level one alert!
Admirals, assemble at the plaza immediately!
Before he could finish, rapid footsteps echoed in the corridor.
Kizaru leaned lazily against the doorframe: Yo~ Mr.
Sengoku, what a scary thing~ Aokiji followed behind, hands in his pockets: …All of Marineford has been covered.
I tried, but ice cannot touch that thing.
What do you mean?
Sengoku pressed.
What I mean is, Aokiji paused, physical attacks and Devil Fruit abilities are completely ineffective against it.
It’s like hitting the air—no, it’s even more absurd than that—it’s completely untouchable.
Sengoku clenched his fists.
…
The New World.
On the deck of the Moby Dick, Whitebeard Edward Newgate stood up from his massive chair.
The medical tubes attached to him rattled as they were pulled.
The nurses screamed in fright: Pops, please don’t move…
Whitebeard ignored them and looked up at the boundless golden curtain of light in the sky.
Behind him, First Division Commander Marco, Fourth Division Commander Thatch, Fifth Division Commander Vista…
all sixteen commanders rushed onto the deck.
Second Division Commander Portgas D.
Ace stood by the mast, flames flickering on his shoulders.
He stared at the curtain of light, frowning.
Pops, what is that?
Whitebeard didn’t speak.
He raised his fist, and cracks appeared in the air.
The power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit gathered on his fist, and he punched toward the sky.
Hum!!!!
The atmosphere shook, and the sea surged with waves over ten meters high.
But the golden curtain of light didn’t budge.
There wasn’t even a ripple.
The deck went silent for a moment.
Everyone in the Whitebeard Pirates was stunned.
Pops’ punch couldn’t move that thing?
Whitebeard slowly lowered his fist, his eyes narrowing.
Interesting.
In the shadows of the deck corner, Marshall D.
Teach kept his head down, one hand subconsciously gripping his sleeve.
He didn’t speak, but his eyes, hidden in the dark, stared fixedly at the curtain of light in the sky.
There was only one thought in his mind: This thing was not part of the plan.
Under everyone’s gaze, the golden curtain of light finally moved.
Several large characters appeared in the center of the curtain, lighting up one by one as if someone were writing in the sky.
Each character was as big as a house, visible from the East Blue, the New World, and Marineford.
Then: a voice rang out.
The voice had no source; it didn’t come from any direction.
It appeared directly in everyone’s minds.
Young, casual, and with a tone that no one had ever heard before: Hey everyone, today I’m going to review what can be called the most important major event in the world of the Pirate King.
The Marineford War!
The end of the old era, and the rampage of the new era.
Luffy tilted his head in the East Blue: Re…view?
The second rice cracker in Garp’s hand also fell.
Whitebeard’s pupils shrank violently.
…
And in the distant past.
In a tavern on a small island that no longer belonged to this era.
A man wearing a straw hat put down his glass, looked up at the golden curtain of light penetrating the tavern ceiling, and laughed.
Hahahaha!
This is truly interesting!
Gol D.
Roger picked up his glass and took a big gulp.
Beside him, Silvers Rayleigh pushed up his glasses, and the smile on his face disappeared.