Legacy of the Six Paths Senjutsu

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"Whether it's true or not, Rocks has now fallen in the Valley of the Gods, and we... should withdraw," Golden Lion said, his voice calm as his arms folded behind his back, gaze unflinching amid the fading chaos.

Though they hadn't unearthed Uranus—the mythical weapon that had driven them here under Rocks' command—the battle's outcome had taken an unexpected turn in their favor. The tyrant was dead. With his death came the collapse of the oppressive grip he'd held over their lives. That alone was victory.

Even without Uranus, the shackles were broken.

"Yeah, it's time to go," Whitebeard agreed, hoisting his halberd onto his shoulder, the glow of distant flames reflecting in his stormy eyes, their flicker echoing the unrest still simmering across the bloodstained landscape.

Without another word, the remaining core members of the Rocks Pirates began moving toward the colossal flagship—a vessel once feared as a harbinger of destruction across the Grand Line. Though their captain had fallen, the ship remained, still brimming with the ill-gotten treasures plundered from Celestial Dragon vaults, shadow markets, and the wreckage of defeated pirate crews. With Rocks gone, no one stood between them and his amassed fortune.

Amid the looting and uneasy silence, a familiar tone rang sharply in Ayr's mind.

> "Ding! Congratulations to Host—Fairy Eye Progress increased by 400 points!"

As the synthetic voice faded, a translucent interface expanded into view across Ayr's vision, displaying a cold string of numbers and a stark summary of his evolution:

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Host: Ayr

Haki Mastery:

Armament Haki: 1250 / 4000

Observation Haki: 1240 / 4000

Conqueror's Haki: MAX

Bloodline: Sage Body (MAX)

Swordsmanship: Great Swordsman

Special Ability: Fairy Eyes – 400 / 6000

Current Phase: Early Stage

Unlocked Powers: Tengai Shinsei, Full-Body Susanoo

Note: Additional Fairy Eye abilities and a special lottery draw will unlock upon full progression.

Tailed Beast Powers:

Kurama: Tailed Beast Bomb, Tailed Beast Transformation, Kurama Chakra Mode, Full Kurama Mode – All Unlocked

Seven Tails: Unlocked

Eight Tails: Unlocked

Ten Tails: Pending Synchronization with All Preceding Tailed Beasts

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Even with this fierce encounter under his belt, the 400-point leap in Fairy Eye progress was only a fraction of the path ahead. The road to 6000 remained long and brutal.

"It'll take time before I peel back the next layer of the Fairy Eye's sealed abilities," Ayr murmured, dispersing the panel with a flick of his will. The statement wasn't defeatist—it was calculating. A grin played on his lips as he recalled Tengai Shinsei's raw force, a technique that once belonged to the feared Madara Uchiha. And that was merely the surface.

There was more to come.

He turned away, quietly rejoining the others as they scoured through the final remnants of Rocks' violent legacy.

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Far from the firelit center of the Valley of the Gods, the air held no smoke—only silence.

Though the central battlefield had dissolved into destruction, its outer regions remained untouched by the worst of the carnage. Here, near the sacred fringes of Celestial Dragon territory, the ground was cracked but not scorched, and amidst that eerie stillness, a different struggle played out.

Gathered in that perimeter were the battered survivors of the elite Marine force—Garp, Zephyr, Crane, Kong, and the last of their command-tier veterans. This was no retreat born of cowardice; it was a tactical withdrawal from a field of chaos where clarity had vanished.

Their mission, though partially successful, had devolved into something far grimmer.

Zephyr's bruised fist shook violently as he stared toward the distant, blackened horizon.

"That damned cannon barrage... Byrnndi World." His voice dripped with venom. "That lunatic was summoned by the World Government itself—and then turned his fire on everyone!"

The betrayal had cut deeper than any blade. Once seen as a temporary ally, Byrnndi World had unleashed a merciless assault. His Thick-Thick Fruit, the Mocha Mocha no Mi, allowed him to condense matter into hyper-compressed cannonballs, each detonation mimicking the power of an earthquake. He had used it without discrimination—targeting Marines, Rocks Pirates, even Roger's crew.

"He didn't come to aid us," Zephyr spat as he collapsed onto a broken stone pillar, armor cracked and soaked in blood. "He came to wipe the slate clean—every dominant force on the sea. Kill them all."

Crane, arms folded tight across her chest, cast a sharp look toward the smoke-shrouded horizon. "This is why pirates—any pirate, no matter the banner—cannot be trusted. Not even the ones the Government brings into their fold."

At first, the shift in momentum had seemed hopeful. Roger's betrayal of Rocks had tipped the battle, and his crew's decisive strikes ensured Rocks' downfall. But when those same men turned on the Marines—blocking their final strikes against Ayr—their support turned into betrayal.

"They beheaded Rocks and then shielded his monsters," Zephyr growled, fists tightening until blood welled beneath his nails.

Garp said nothing at first, but his silence was deafening.

"That bastard World nearly wiped out half our force," Zephyr continued, rage barely held in check. "And we still didn't get Ayr. All that destruction—and the monster walks free."

"He didn't just survive," Crane said coldly. "He evolved. The strength he unleashed… none of us had seen anything like it."

Garp's gaze dropped to the fractured earth, his voice a low murmur of regret. "Three of our top-level officers are down. We call this a win, but the cost…"

He slammed his fist into the dirt, cracking the stone beneath it.

"If Roger's dogs hadn't interfered," Zephyr said, grinding his teeth, "we would've killed Ayr. Zhenwu and the Black Bat had him. Kong pushed him to the edge."

But in the end, Ayr had endured, and that endurance had cost the Marines far too much.

"If he had died here," Zephyr muttered, "maybe... maybe we could've accepted what we lost."

The bitterness in his voice was matched only by Garp's grim nod.

"I swear," Garp growled, his voice sharpened with conviction. "The next time I meet Ayr—Impel Down or death. I'll drag him there myself."

Before either could continue, Kong hobbled forward, his frame trembling under the weight of wounds inflicted by Ayr's Conqueror-infused Susanoo. His hand clutched a makeshift crutch fashioned from a splintered tree trunk, and every step left a smear of blood in its wake.

Despite the brutality of his injuries, Kong's unbreakable will kept him standing.

"Has anyone seen Sengoku?" His voice, weak but clear, landed like a hammer.

The others froze.

Garp turned sharply, scanning the perimeter. There were five: himself, Zephyr, Crane, Kong, and a few bloodied sub-commanders. But Sengoku—one of the pillars of the Marine force—was missing.

A pulse of Observation Haki flared from Garp. The landscape offered no reply. No signature. No breath. No hint of life.

"…Sengoku?" he called again, lower this time, as if speaking the name louder might shatter something inside him.

Zephyr's expression darkened. "He was still engaged when we pulled back. He didn't regroup."

"Maybe he was caught in Byrnndi World's attack," Crane whispered. "Or struck down by the remnants… he could have fallen in the middle of the blast radius."

Silence followed—thick and cold.

Garp's jaw clenched. His eyes trembled. Sweat beaded on his temple despite the cooling air.

"No," he said hoarsely. "Not Sengoku. He wouldn't fall so easily."

But his voice lacked conviction. He was trying to convince himself.

The image of Sengoku—comrade, brother-in-arms, war hero—fighting alone amidst collapsing terrain, swallowed by waves of destruction, began to claw at the edges of their minds.

Zephyr took a step back, eyes hollow. "If Ayr had a hand in this... if that monster's final strike took Sengoku…"

Tengai Shinsei. Full-body Susanoo. The collapsing cliffs. The shockwaves that shattered the sky itself.

If Sengoku had stood in the heart of that—

"No," Crane interrupted again, though her voice shook. "He could still be alive. Injured. Delayed. Hidden."

But the lie didn't settle.

None of them truly believed it.

There, in the silent valley scarred by gods and monsters, a darker truth began to bloom. The absence of confirmation was no comfort. The unknown carried its own cruelty.

And in that space between doubt and despair, a single question echoed in every heart:

What if Sengoku really did die here?

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