The [Killing Battlefield] That Shook Everyone!
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"It's freezing… h-hiss—!"
A shudder ran through the bodies of the Marines aboard the warships.
Their teeth chattered, breath visible in the air.
The temperature had plummeted, causing frost to creep over the wooden decks.
This was the terrifying nature of Logia abilities—
They didn't just grant power; they directly altered the environment itself.
Carl and Kizaru, however, remained unaffected.
At their level, unless they were directly struck by an attack, environmental shifts had little effect on them.
But on the warships opposite them, the situation was completely different.
The Marines stationed there were drenched in sweat, their uniforms sticking to their bodies.
Some were even removing their coats.
They were caught in Akainu's heatwave—an unbearable scorching force radiating from the battlefield.
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BOOM!
On Punk Hazard, waves of icy blue and crimson magma collided violently.
The island was like a battlefield between two ancient monsters, locked in a death match.
—
The temperature in the surrounding sea continued to shift erratically.
And then—
Another shockwave erupted from the island.
A devastating aftermath attack blasted outward—
—sending debris and elemental forces sweeping toward the warships!
—
Several Vice Admirals immediately reacted, intercepting the attack.
BOOM! BOOM!
Flames and ice clashed against their defenses.
However—
Even blocking the remnants of an Admiral's full-power attack was no easy feat.
Only Gion (Momousagi) and Tokikake (Chaton) managed to hold their ground.
The others—
The gap between Vice Admirals and Admirals was simply too vast.
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RUMBLE…
Like a volcanic eruption, massive boulders—
—coated in thick layers of ice—
—were sent flying in all directions!
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"Hmm~"
Kizaru lazily scratched his head, watching the chaos unfold.
"That's scary… Looks like we'll have to step back."
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Carl, still lounging on his chair, barely reacted.
He remained unmoved, as if the destruction before him was nothing more than a passing breeze.
"…Then step back," he said casually.
Kizaru gave him a side glance.
"Huh?"
His eyes twinkled with amusement.
"The old man said so… But Carl, you still haven't made a move yet."
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Carl exhaled deeply, as if annoyed.
"Ha! I knew you were thinking that," he muttered, clicking his tongue.
He leaned forward slightly.
"Why don't you do something, old man?"
Kizaru simply pouted.
"Well~ I'm not really suited for that kind of thing."
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CRACKLE!
The air shifted.
Suddenly, Carl's eyes flashed a deep crimson.
An overwhelming wave of killing intent burst forth—
—spreading in all directions like a blood-drenched tide!
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[Killing Battlefield]—Activate!
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Kizaru's eyes narrowed slightly.
He had never seen Carl use this ability before.
"…Oh?"
His usual lazy demeanor shifted slightly, tinged with curiosity.
On the other warships, powerful figures took notice.
Sengoku. Garp. Tsuru.
Their gazes all snapped toward Carl.
Even Sengoku, who had been about to order Kizaru to intervene, hesitated.
Now—
There was no need.
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A chilling transformation spread across the battlefield.
The ocean itself was changing.
The previously frozen and boiling waters suddenly calmed.
It was as if a drop of ink had been spilled into a clear ocean—
Slowly spreading until everything was dyed red.
—
The entire sea… turned blood-red.
—
Scarlet murderous aura seeped into the air—
—forming an invisible barrier.
The incoming shockwaves, debris, and elemental energy—
—were completely blocked.
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The surrounding Marines gasped in shock.
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"…What the hell is this?!"
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Even the Admirals and Vice Admirals were caught off guard.
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Kizaru wiped his chin, inspecting the strange phenomenon around them.
"What a terrifying killing intent~"
He muttered.
It wasn't just Haki.
It wasn't just Logia-like power.
—
Carl was literally shaping the battlefield itself.
—
Unlike a Logia user, who transformed the environment through elemental force—
Carl had warped reality through pure killing intent.
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It was a phenomenon no one had ever seen before.
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Just like Crocodile, whose combat power peaked in the desert—
Most Logia needed specific terrain to fight at full strength.
Aokiji and Akainu were exceptions.
Their power was so immense that they could alter the battlefield anywhere.
And now—
Carl had just proven that he could do the same.
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Even Sengoku, who had seen countless battles, felt his expression shift slightly.
This wasn't normal.
This wasn't human.
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"Carl is… not a Logia."
His voice was low.
"But he's doing something even Logia can't do."
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Gion (Momousagi) stood nearby, her golden eyes wide with shock.
She clenched her sword, staring at the battlefield in disbelief.
"This is…"
Her voice trailed off.
The rumors…
The whispers about a 'monster' hidden within Marine Headquarters…
At first, she had dismissed them.
But now—
She finally understood.
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The Vice Admiral beside her, Tokikake (Chaton), sighed and scratched his head.
"Well… I guess those rumors were true after all."
His eyes remained fixed on Carl.
"That's not a rookie…"
He muttered.
"That's a monster."
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"…You're getting old, Chaton."
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A vein bulged on Gion's forehead.
"WHO'S GETTING OLD?!"
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BOOM!
Gion's fist smashed into Tokikake's face, sending him flying backward!
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"Pfffft—hahaha!"
Garp threw his head back in laughter, arms crossed over his chest.
"Looks like this brat's getting better and better!"
His voice was booming.
Sengoku remained silent, his gaze locked onto Carl.
At this moment—
For the first time in years, he felt something rare.
A sense of unease.
Carl wasn't just strong.
Carl wasn't just dangerous.
—
Carl was something else entirely.
And now—
Everyone on the battlefield knew it.
Sengoku's Eyes Burned With Satisfaction
Sengoku observed Carl intently, his expression a mix of approval and anticipation.
With Carl's rise, the Marines' future combat strength was no longer in jeopardy.
For years, there had been a dangerous gap between the older generation of Marines—Garp, Sengoku, Zephyr, and the Admirals—and the new blood.
Even the most promising officers—Smoker, Hina, Vergo, and Drake—could not yet stand on the same battlefield as true monsters.
They were strong, but they lacked the absolute dominance needed at the highest level.
But now—
Carl's mere presence was enough to fill that void.
Even the Vice Admirals stationed nearby, veterans of countless battles, couldn't hide their satisfaction as they watched him.
They saw something rare—
A Marine who wasn't just strong, but a game-changer.
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Kizaru's neutral faction—sometimes referred to as the Balance Faction—had always held an interesting position in the Marines.
Neither hawk nor dove, they never actively antagonized the other sides.
Carl, as Kizaru's protégé, enjoyed the same immunity.
Regardless of political stance, no one in the Marines would dare offend him.
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Carl exhaled slowly, a faint wisp of smoke escaping his lips.
"Ten days, huh?" He stretched lazily, speaking with mild amusement.
"Father, do I really have to keep this thing up the entire time?"
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"Well~"
Kizaru tapped his chin thoughtfully, his usual lazy smile unchanged.
"It's probably about the same~"
Then, his lips curled slightly.
"But that shouldn't be a problem for you, right?"
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Carl didn't respond.
Instead, he simply leaned back, settling into his reclining chair.
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Ten Days.
All he had to do was wait.
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The Truth Behind[Killing Intent Battlefield]
His ability—[Killing Intent Battlefield]—wasn't a Devil Fruit technique.
It wasn't even a unique form of Haki.
Rather, it was an advanced manifestation of Observation Haki (Kenbunshoku), similar to the Internal Destruction of Armament Haki (Busoshoku).
Both abilities operated on a fundamental level, shaping their surroundings through pure willpower.
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But unlike Armament Haki, which was external, Carl's Killing Intent Battlefield was something he could fully control.
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More importantly—
It had no energy consumption.
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That meant ten days of continuous activation posed zero burden on him.
It was simply a passive extension of his presence.
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BOOM!
The battlefield rumbled.
The island twisted between extremes—
Freezing cold.
Burning heat.
Again. And again.
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The first day. The second day. The third day.
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Many of the Marines on the warships couldn't take it anymore.
Exhausted from watching the battle, they retreated to their cabins, leaving only the highest-ranking officers awake.
But on the island, the battle did not weaken.
If anything—
It only intensified.
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Punk Hazard had been completely transformed.
Not a trace of its original landscape remained.
The climate had been entirely rewritten.
Even the skies above were no longer the same.
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Carl let out a long yawn, still lying in his recliner.
At this point, it felt like watching a movie that had been playing for days straight.
His eyes were beginning to dull from sheer repetition.
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"Well~"
Kizaru raised an eyebrow, his voice carrying its usual drawling tone.
"If you can't take it, just go to sleep~ The old man will keep watch."
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Carl waved his hand lazily.
"No need."
He reached into his coat, pulling out a cigar, and lit it with a flick of his finger.
It wasn't mental exhaustion.
Just visual fatigue—
Watching the same battle for so long had become boring.
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But then—
Carl's gaze flickered.
"…It's almost over."
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The battlefield was changing again.
The terrifying elemental clashes—magma and ice—had subsided.
Instead, the battle had shifted to pure martial combat.
No longer a test of fruit abilities, but a clash of Haki, endurance, and sheer willpower.
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Time passed.
Hour by hour.
Minute by minute.
The two massive auras on the island were beginning to weaken.
Finally—
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Morning came.
The first wisps of sunlight fell upon the sea.
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Then—
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BOOM!
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A deafening roar split the air.
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"KUZAN!!!"
"SAKAZUKI!!!"
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The entire battlefield shook one final time—
—before falling into absolute silence.
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The Fight Was Over.
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Sengoku's voice thundered across the deck.
"Polusalino! Carl! Get them out of there!"
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Most Vice Admirals couldn't even approach the battlefield.
The lingering magma and freezing cold made it impossible for an ordinary officer to survive.
Only those with extreme endurance—or a means to bypass the terrain—could enter.
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"Understood~"
Kizaru's body flickered, vanishing at light speed.
Carl stepped forward—
—then vanished in an instant.
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Arriving at the battlefield's center, Carl took a deep breath.
His eyes widened slightly.
"…Damn. These two went way too far."
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Aokiji and Akainu were barely recognizable.
Bloodied. Burnt. Frozen. Scarred.
Their bodies had been pushed to the absolute limit.
—
Carl nearly mistook them for Patrick Redfield at first glance.
But the worst part—
Aokiji had lost a leg.
Even a top-tier Logia user could sustain permanent injuries.
This was the ultimate proof of how far they had gone.
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Carl and Kizaru each lifted one Admiral and carried them to the hospital ship waiting nearby.
Meanwhile, the fleet began to retreat at maximum speed.
The Vice Admirals remained on high alert, their defenses surrounding Marineford like an iron fortress.
At this moment—
Marine Headquarters was at its weakest.
Two of the three Admirals were incapacitated.
Even Carl, Momousagi, and Chaton were ordered to remain on standby at headquarters.
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The results were in.
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The battle had lasted ten days and ten nights.
And the victor—
Sakazuki (Akainu).
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Carl sat in Kizaru's office, lost in thought.
Smoke curled from his lit cigar as he exhaled.
"So… Sakazuki is the new Fleet Admiral."
Kizaru glanced at him, noticing his distant expression.
"What's the matter, Carl~?"
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Carl didn't answer immediately.
Then, after a long pause—
He muttered.
"…Kuzan is going to leave, isn't he?"
And if that was true—
Then that meant only one thing.
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The Great Military Draft Was About to Begin.
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