svetikya Chapter 1711 Pure White Sun and Moon
Chapter 1711 Pure White Sun and Moon
On the battlefield of Marineford, many people were astonished to discover that the users of the Nika Fruit seemed to be exhibiting extraordinary ways of staying airborne and moving.
Generally, powerful individuals with aerial dominance rely on physical techniques like Moonwalk to continuously leap through the air, performing high-speed but energy-consuming maneuvers.
They either rely on the form of animal-tethered wings, or special abilities like the Float-Float Fruit or the Light-Heavy Fruit that can directly affect the gravity of themselves or objects.
But the Nikka form that Luffy is showing at this moment is a completely different form.
He was almost lying comfortably in mid-air, his body floating horizontally, his posture as relaxed as if he were lying in his own hammock, rather than above a battlefield where blood and flesh were flying everywhere.
What's even more striking is that his signature, unrestrained laughter, which comes from the air without stopping, pierces through the smoke and shouts of battle, clearly reaching everyone's ears.
"Sabote him on the head, then hit him in the groin!"
"Pull his hair! Hahahaha—!"
At this moment, Luffy seemed to be a spectator sitting calmly on a fishing platform. After shifting his gaze from Ace, he immediately locked onto his other sworn brother below—Sabo.
Sabo was locked in a fierce battle with Rengoku Kyojuro. The famous sword burning with flames clashed violently with the water pipe of the Lantern Ring's energy. The two were evenly matched, and neither could gain the upper hand for the time being.
Sabo naturally heard Luffy's chaotic and nonsensical commands from the sky, which seemed purely for the sake of watching the show. He couldn't help but take a break from the intense battle and laugh as he scolded, "Keep your composure, Luffy! I'm not like you, rolling around in the mud with the enemy...!"
His tone carried a hint of helplessness, but more than anything, it conveyed a sense of closeness and relaxation from a long-awaited reunion.
Even in the midst of a life-or-death struggle, hearing his brother's familiar, carefree shouts seemed to ease the tension in his heart.
Luffy just shrugged and didn't take it seriously.
When the three kids caused trouble in the mountains back then, everyone was involved, and Sabo did his fair share of dirty deeds and wicked ideas.
He hadn't seen Sabo in a long time, but Luffy felt that Sabo hadn't changed.
At least, the underlying color hasn't changed.
The determination in his eyes, the warmth in his smile, and his unwavering resolve in the face of formidable adversaries—none of these have changed.
He's just more mature and composed than his two brothers, with a sense of maturity that comes from weathering many storms.
Among the three sworn brothers, Sabo was probably the most intelligent and resourceful.
Sabo, born into nobility, lacked the innate roughness of his family and had undergone a systematic cultural education. In his eyes, Luffy and Ace were probably not much different from illiterate people.
In the end, most things in this world are decided by force; the pens of intellectuals won't kill anyone.
Edward Newgate, with his white beard, also looked up and gazed at the unbelievably joyful white figure in the sky.
When I first met Luffy on the Moby Dick, this boy wearing a straw hat still bore a strong resemblance to Roger.
That pursuit of freedom and disregard for rules is simply inherited from the same lineage. Garp's sons and grandsons are all inextricably linked to One Piece.
But now Whitebeard can sense that Luffy has already forged his own path.
"That old bastard Garp..."
The white-bearded man chuckled softly, his laughter unreadable, whether it was mockery or sentimentality. "With a good son and a good grandson, even if this old man died right now, he'd probably die with a smile on his face."
To die laughing?
Whitebeard's gaze involuntarily swept over his children who were fighting bloody battles in front of him, and a sense of heaviness quietly swept through his heart.
Almost none of his sons were capable of taking on the responsibility on their own.
Everyone has become accustomed to the strong banner of the old man, and after more than 20 years, they have forgotten that the path of piracy can never end well.
Once Whitebeard, the banner of the old era, falls, who will be able to support the giant ship that is the Whitebeard Pirates?
The reasons Roger accepted Ace were twofold: first, the boy had good character and talent, possessing a pure, fiery passion and loyalty; and second, he was Roger's biological son.
Although the Roger Pirates and the Whitebeard Pirates had clashed many times, these were mostly just friendly exchanges and did not actually damage their relationship.
After a match, the two sides would often sit together and drink, a testament to the mutual respect between strong individuals.
Anyone with a discerning eye in the Whitebeard Pirates could probably guess that Edward Newgate wanted to groom Ace.
The idea is that he can shoulder the responsibility of the Whitebeard Pirates in the future, and Ace's bloodline as the "son of the Pirate King" will not cause too much resentment among his other brothers and sisters. After all, he is the descendant of a man that even their father acknowledges and admires.
As for Marco's personality, he is not a leader who is suitable for expanding territory and navigating the turbulent times of the new era. He is more suited to be an old minister who assists a new master and a steward who stabilizes the rear.
Unfortunately, time was not on Ace's side.
If Blackbeard Teach hadn't betrayed Ace, and if Whitebeard had lived another ten years, he could have protected Ace with his vast wings for those ten years.
If he had used his life experience and wisdom to teach Ace for ten years, Ace might have grown to the point where he could stand on his own.
But that's impossible now; time is not on the Whitebeard Pirates' side.
The wheels of history roll ever onward, eventually crushing those who passed through the old era, no matter how glorious they once were.
"Dad..."
A melodious and clear female voice, like a clear spring flowing under the moon, gently rang out beside the white-bearded man.
With light and steady footsteps, a figure walked step by step to the side of the white-bearded man, whose body was as majestic as a mountain.
This is a woman, and her appearance is very unusual.
Her entire appearance could almost only be described as snow.
Her long, waist-length white hair, like the purest new snow, fluttered gently in the night breeze, and even her eyebrows were delicate and silvery-white.
She was dressed in an exquisite white kimono adorned with light blue cherry blossom patterns, an outfit that clearly indicated she came from Wano Country.
This is a stunning beauty with an exceptional aura. If you were to rank the beauties of the One Piece world, she would definitely be in the top ten.
The natural nobility that comes from her noble birth, and the resilience she gained after experiencing great changes in her family and country, are perfectly blended in her. This beauty is not only in appearance, but also in a kind of temperament that comes from within.
But what's most impressive is her eyes.
Her eyes were almost entirely a pale, translucent white, like crystal covered in a thin layer of frost. But she wasn't blind; it was a special case of atavism.
The white-bearded man lowered his brows, his eyes filled with deep pity as he looked at the younger man beside him.
He originally didn't want her to come out; he didn't want this daughter of his old friend to experience any more storms or be tainted by even a trace of blood.
Whitebeard's voice softened, a rare occurrence, "Hiyori will still need your power. I don't want you to get hurt, so just do what you can..."
Hiyori Kozuki stretched out her pale but not thin hand and gently lifted her white beard, her huge hand covered with calluses and scars, rough as a rock.
My childhood memories of being on the Moby Dick were very happy times.
Father (Oden) is still here, everyone is still here, sailing carefree on the free sea, but unfortunately, everything is gone forever.
Hiyori's voice was soft, yet unusually firm, "Dad, this is my own choice, and it's time to face some things."
Behind her followed two Mink warriors, Nekomamushi, the leader of the Mink Clan, and Inuarashi, who served as her most loyal guards.
Their eyes were gleaming with determination, and they were determined to protect the last vestiges of the Oden bloodline. To them, Hiyori was their new lord.
Meanwhile, Luffy, who was floating in the air, also noticed the woman dressed entirely in white who had suddenly appeared next to Whitebeard. He stared at her with wide eyes and curiosity.
Luffy tilted his head. "That older sister is so strange!"
Could it be that the other person has some connection with Nika?
Why is this woman named Hiyori also dressed entirely in white?