“Hakai!! (Conquest of the Sea!!)”

“Hakai!! (Conquest of the Sea!!)”

The voices of Kaido of the Beasts and Big Mom boomed in unison. Without hesitation, both of them swung their weapons—Kaido with his kanabo, Big Mom with her massive sword, Napoleon.

Kaido didn’t even glance at Garp, who stood in front of him. He tanked several of the old Marine’s iron fists without flinching, then unleashed a surge of crackling black-and-red lightning—pure Conqueror’s Haki—straight toward the lone figure floating in midair.

Tachibana Kyūjō.

Two raging torrents of Conqueror’s Haki closed in from above and below, trapping Kyūjō midair with no room to evade.

Feeling the immense pressure bearing down on him, Kyūjō raised an eyebrow in surprise.

The combined Haki of two Yonko didn’t just stack—it amplified each other. The synergy created an effect that far surpassed the sum of its parts.

To put it simply—if he took this head-on, it would be no different from being hit by two semi-prime Garp-level attacks at the same time.

“…Now this is getting interesting.”

Kyūjō murmured softly as he calmly wrapped his hand and sword—Rairyūken, his black lightning blade—in two kinds of power:

One was pitch-black Busoshoku Haki, dense and solid.

The other was something subtler—an invisible force born from the depths of his mind.

Advanced Kenbunshoku Haki. Manifested in physical form.

— — —

When Kenbunshoku Haki is pushed to its true peak, it transcends mere sensing or future sight. It begins to bind itself to intent—infusing attacks with one’s will, allowing strikes to pierce not just the body… but the soul itself.

And today—Kyūjō would prove it.

— — —

In an instant, Rairyūken shimmered with evolution.

Its jet-black blade exuded a terrifying aura, as if it could cleave through reality, through concepts themselves.

And in Kyūjō’s hands—that wasn’t just a metaphor.

“The sword cuts the body. The heart cuts the soul.”

“Even if a thousand foes stand before me… one swing will lay them all low.”

“Slice of Life… Slice of Soul!”

Whispering the chant under his breath, Kyūjō gripped Rairyūken with both hands and swung it toward empty air.

But what happened next was… bizarre.

From that single swing, two waves of slashes erupted in different directions—one toward Kaido, the other toward Big Mom.

What shocked everyone was—

The slash headed toward Kaido was pitch-black, dozens of meters long, the same terrifying force that had nearly cleaved Big Mom before.

But the one going for Big Mom—was completely invisible.

As if it was made of glass. Or… pure intent.

A sharp tearing hum echoed through the sky.

The black slash clashed head-on with Kaido’s Haki blast. It tore through the torrent slowly but relentlessly—like a saw grinding through steel.

But the transparent slash? It didn’t clash. It passed straight through Big Mom’s Haki wave like it wasn’t even there.

Then—

It struck her directly.

Big Mom didn’t even have time to react.

She didn’t feel physical pain.

But it was as if something had clawed into her soul.

A spiritual agony she couldn’t comprehend ripped through her consciousness. So intense, so silent… she couldn’t even scream.

Her body went limp, sagging against Zeus, the thundercloud homie that carried her.

Her long pink hair—once vibrant—began to pale and wither.

Her skin lost its sheen, drying and sagging like a dying tree.

“Haa… Haa…”

After what felt like an eternity, Big Mom gasped for air.

She was still alive—but barely.

Her appearance was now that of a withered crone—cursed and broken.

Trembling, she lowered her gaze to her hands.

“N-No… my soul… my life force… It’s been taken from me…?”

As the wielder of the Soru Soru no Mi, Big Mom knew her own soul better than anyone.

And now, a large portion of it—had been torn away. Not by another Soul Fruit power, but by Kyūjō’s slash that cut into the very essence of who she was.

If not for her devil fruit reinforcing her soul… she would’ve died instantly.

But now—

She could no longer fight.

Even if she lived past this day… her reign as Yonko was over.

— — —

In her heart, Big Mom began to accept defeat.

Her long voyage across the sea had brought her this far… but perhaps, it was time to rest.

The fierce eagle of the seas, the iron tyrant of Totto Land—was now just an old woman longing for her children, her sweets, her peace.

— — —

Meanwhile, Kyūjō calmly turned his blade toward the remaining energy blast from Kaido that was nearly upon him.

Though slightly late, he intercepted it—his body pushed back hundreds of meters through the air—but not a scratch on him.

At the same time, the black slash had reached Kaido, cutting into him with full force.

And Garp—never one to waste an opening—slammed his fist directly into Kaido’s face, perfectly synchronized with Kyūjō’s slash.

The combined strike gave Kaido no chance to guard.

Kyūjō slashed. Garp punched.

Kaido, the supposed strongest creature alive, was sent hurtling down.

Blood sprayed across the sky.

A deep gash opened from shoulder to hip—almost splitting his body in two.

He wouldn’t die. Not yet. His insane durability and regeneration wouldn’t allow it.

But his fighting strength?

It had just plummeted.

BOOM—

Kaido’s massive body crashed into Whole Cake Island with a deafening thud.

To those who witnessed it—this wasn’t just a battle.

It was a shift in destiny.

Kyūjō’s one slash had flipped the entire war.

Big Mom had withered into an old husk.

Kaido had been grounded and grievously wounded.

Even Garp stood in stunned silence.

“…Kyūjō, you…”

“Are you even crazier than Rocks was?”

— — —

Far below, two Marine Admirals—Akainu and Aokiji—had just finished mopping up Big Mom’s Homie army.

They were about to leap into the air using Geppo to assist Garp and Kyūjō—

But by the time they reached the skies—

Kaido was already down.

They were no longer needed.

Akainu stared at Kyūjō from afar, eyes filled with complex emotions.

“Was this kid… just pretending to be weak?”

“He held back in front of us… but he’s fighting two Yonko alone… while I needed Aokiji just to take on Kaido?”

“Have I… become the burden?”

Beside him, Aokiji just shrugged, unfazed.

He floated toward the massive crater where Kaido had landed, standing guard at the edge.

Kaido wasn’t done. Not yet. No way.

Akainu soon joined him, face tense.

Without warning, he hurled a Meigo—his magma fist—into the crater.

“KAIDO! JUST DIE ALREADY!”

A burst of molten fury lit up the air like the gates of hell.

But then—

Kaido’s eyes opened.

Blood dripped from his lips, but his gaze… was that of a beast awakened from death.

He roared, swinging his kanabo.

“THUNDER BAGUA!!”

A massive explosion of energy detonated from within the crater, expanding it into a monstrous abyss.

Seeing this, Aokiji conjured two spears of ice and hurled them from afar.

He wasn’t getting close.

That part was Akainu’s job.

— — —

In the sky, another fight continued.

Kyūjō and Garp relentlessly pursued Big Mom, landing blow after blow as she desperately fled using Zeus.

She didn’t fight back.

All she could do was flee—dodging, tanking, surviving.

Kyūjō no longer used heavy slashes—he was holding back.

Big Mom finally escaped to the edge of the island—when she saw them.

Whitebeard’s fleet… and Katakuri.

“Mama!” Katakuri cried out, running through the air toward her.

“Katakuri… my son… Mama’s here…”

But—

Katakuri’s face twisted in fury.

“NO! STOP THIS, MARINES!!”

“I’LL KILL YOU ALL!!”

Unfortunately…

His rage—

Would change nothing.

Tachibana Kyūjō wasn’t stopping.

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