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Chapter 155: Whitebeard Pirates has arrived

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As the momentous event unfolded, a shadow fell across the sea, a palpable tension gripping the world. Nine hours remained until the public execution of Fire Fist Ace, commander of the Whitebeard Pirates' Second Division.

Across the four seas, the Grand Line, and the New World, countless people held their breath, fear and anticipation mingling in the air.

Among the countless pirates who sailed the seas, Whitebeard stood at the apex, the undisputed king. Now, after years of relative quiet, this titan of the sea had awakened.

"Which way will the world turn? Victory or defeat? Regardless, this era, this coming storm...it's the perfect time for us to set sail. Will Whitebeard truly appear?"

"Just...for a single crewmate?"

"He will. Whitebeard isn't one to abandon his own. War is inevitable. Who will rise to claim the throne in this chaotic era? Whitebeard's territory in the New World is deserted.

The Moby Dick and his infamous commanders are nowhere to be seen. It seems they've already entered the first half of the Grand Line."

"Hahahaha...who can say for sure? We'll simply watch. The grandest battle of this era is about to begin!"

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Marineford

120.000 Elite Marines stood assembled in the vast plaza before the Marine fortress, a display of military might unprecedented in the history of Marine Headquarters.

This was the world's most formidable stronghold, a fortress built of iron and steel, a testament to the Marines' unwavering power.

Outside the harbor, countless warships formed a formidable semi-circle, their decks teeming with Marines busily loading cannons and explosives. Three hours remained until Fire Fist Ace's execution.

Within the harbor, tension hung heavy in the air.

"Don't let your guard down!"

"No matter what happens, we only have three hours left. By then, it will all be over."

A Giant Vice Admiral, his voice booming across the plaza, stood guard before the execution platform.

A resounding roar erupted from the assembled Marines, a wave of sound washing over the plaza as they raised their swords and bayonets in unison, their voices echoing their unwavering resolve.

Among them stood Smoker, Ain, Tashigi... countless familiar faces, their expressions a mixture of determination, coldness, and fierce anticipation. As the Marines' cries reached a crescendo, three figures emerged from the fortress, silencing the crowd.

All eyes turned towards the approaching figures. Admirals Aokiji, Kizaru, and Akainu, their presence commanding respect and awe, stepped into the plaza.

Their distinctive Justice coats, each a different color, billowed in the sea breeze as they made their way to the execution platform. Three chairs awaited them.

Aokiji and Kizaru took their seats on either side, while Akainu, his face partially obscured by the brim of his Marine cap, sat in the center. The gazes of the assembled Marines, from the lowliest recruits to seasoned Vice Admirals, were filled with reverence and admiration.

With the arrival of the three Admirals, the Marines' preparations were complete.

Following the downfall of two Yonko crews, the World Government's grip on the New World had weakened considerably. The Shichibukai system was all but defunct, and the World Government had issued a symbolic summons to the Warlords, expecting little response.