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[RNZO] Ch 299: The Marineford
🕑 Added 2025-06-20 19:21:07 +0000 UTC— — — — — —
"Yeah, yeah, the great Zoro is about to set sail." Renzo rolled his eyes and gave Zoro a light smack on the head.
"Remember, I packed a bunch of stuff in your space ring, but the most important things are the healing tags and senzu beans. Don't waste them!"
"Got it, got it! I'll make sure not to waste anything! I'm gonna say goodbye to Sensei and Kuina first!"
Zoro grinned and took off running.
That very afternoon, he couldn't wait any longer and set sail on a small wooden boat.
You'd think he was scared Renzo might change his mind or something.
"Haha… that kid. He's been itching to get out there. Let's see how big of a wave you can make on the Grand Line, Roronoa Zoro."
Renzo chuckled softly.
Although he was planning to wipe out the Celestial Dragons and most of the World Government, he wasn't planning to step in and take over their power himself—at least not right away.
That kind of thing takes time. There were just too many factions with too many interests, and in a world like this, people were way too ambitious. Trying to force things into order through pure strength wouldn't work, at least not quickly.
That kind of cleanup? Better to leave it to Dragon and his clones.
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The next morning, after breakfast, Renzo turned to Kuina.
"I'm heading to Marineford. Wanna come?"
"Huh?" Kuina blinked. "Marineford? That's the Navy HQ, right? What for? I mean, we're not pirates or anything, but it's not exactly a place you can just drop by for a visit."
Renzo waved it off like it was nothing. "Doesn't matter. There's nowhere we can't go. I need to have a chat with Garp."
"Ohh… that old man, huh?" Kuina's eyes lit up. "He looked like a solid fighter when I saw him last time. Might be fun to spar with him."
Her strength had skyrocketed lately, and she was itching to test it out on someone strong.
"Haha, whatever you want."
Renzo laughed and shook his head.
Off to the side, Koshiro looked at the two of them and spoke up. "I don't know what business you have at Navy HQ, but… be careful, both of you."
He knew Renzo had met Dragon recently. He knew there were countless secrets surrounding the young man. But he'd never pried.
He had no ambitions of his own. His only wish for his students was that they live peacefully and get the lives they wanted. That was enough for him.
"You got it, Sensei," Renzo smiled. "There's nothing in this world that can threaten me or Kuina anymore."
Koshiro just laughed and shook his head.
"Alright. Let's go."
...
Ten minutes later, Renzo wrapped an arm around Kuina's waist, and with a whoosh, the two of them vanished from the dojo.
A heartbeat later, they reappeared on the Sabaody Archipelago.
Without stopping, Renzo locked onto Marineford's location using his space abilities and teleported again.
He swept the area with his spiritual sense—sure enough, Sengoku, Tsuru, Garp, and even all three Admirals were in the same meeting room.
"Oh? Perfect. Everyone's in one place."
Grinning, Renzo teleported himself and Kuina straight into the room.
"Who's there?!"
Sengoku and the others jumped to their feet in alarm, their eyes locking onto Renzo and Kuina. Everyone's presence flared—ready to fight at a moment's notice.
But Renzo didn't even flinch.
He casually waved his hand, activating his domain: Takamagahara over the room, locking the entire space within multiple layers of barriers.
It all happened in the blink of an eye.
Only then did he look at Garp and grin. "Yo, Grandpa Garp! Long time no see. Thought I'd drop in for a visit!"
"Hahahaha!"
Garp broke into hearty laughter. "So it's you, brat! I was wondering who had the guts to teleport right into Navy HQ."
Then his expression hardened. "So tell me, what the hell are you doing here? Don't play dumb—you know this is Marineford. And what was that just now? Space-type Devil Fruit ability?"
Sengoku didn't relax at all. His brow stayed furrowed the whole time.
"You know them, Garp?" he asked, eyes still cold.
A stranger appearing out of thin air inside the Navy's war room? That was grounds enough for arrest.
He was seriously considering whether to detain them right here and now—maybe even send them straight to Impel Down.
"Haha, yeah. I met this kid back when I was stationed near my Village. We spent some time together. Didn't I tell you? He's a total freak of nature."
Garp didn't even bother to hide it.
Then he turned to Renzo. "Alright, brat. Spit it out. What are you here for? If you don't explain yourself, I'm not stopping them from throwing you in a cell."
"Heh."
Renzo chuckled calmly. "Relax. I came here for legit reasons."
"I'm planning to wipe out the Celestial Dragons and the Five Elders. After that, I want the Navy to help keep order across the seas—at least until a new world government is in place."
"Of course, if you're interested, you're welcome to be part of the rebuild. How much influence you end up having is up to you."
"Oh—and just so you know, I spoke to your son Dragon a few days ago. He's already agreed to work with me."
"So, what do you say? You in or not?"
Now that he was strong enough, Renzo didn't see the need to play games or beat around the bush with the Navy.
Either way, his plan probably wouldn't move forward without first knocking some sense into Garp and the others.
Honestly? He'd always kind of wanted to see what it felt like to beat the hell out of Garp, Sengoku, or one of the Admirals.That had to feel amazing, right?
Sengoku: "???"
Garp: "Huh?"
Aokiji: "Oh? That's… quite the declaration."
Kizaru: "Ara~ Ara~… sounds like this is gonna be trouble."
Akainu: "Fleet Admiral. Permission to engage?"
Smoke was already rising from Akainu's body. His fists had turned into molten lava as he locked eyes on Renzo, ready to strike at any second.
Even Garp was looking pretty grim now. He glared at Renzo, equal parts frustrated and helpless.
"Do you even realize what you just said, kid? Wipe out the Celestial Dragons and the Five Elders? Sure, I've always wanted to do that too—but do you know what it means?"
"…Also, how's that brat Dragon doing?"
"GARP!"
Sengoku's face darkened instantly as he turned toward Garp. "Are you seriously cracking jokes at a time like this?"
"Ahaha… sorry."Garp rubbed the back of his head with an awkward laugh.
Sengoku, now stone-faced, gave the order: "There's nothing left to discuss. Take them down."
The moment the words left his mouth, the Admirals didn't hesitate.
"Hell Hound!"
Akainu launched a massive lava fist straight toward Renzo and Kuina.
BOOM!
But to their shock, the attack stopped dead—just over a meter from Renzo. It was like it had slammed into an invisible wall in midair.
Even worse, the lava rebounded off the barrier and splattered back toward Akainu, Garp, Aokiji, and the others.
"Ice Age!"
Aokiji reacted immediately, freezing the molten lava in place before it could hit anyone.
"Sakazuki, hold it!"
"...Tch. Fine," Akainu growled, reluctantly withdrawing his magma.
He glared at Renzo. "You got guts, kid. How about we step outside and settle this?"
There was no way he could fight properly in here—and more importantly, that barrier had taken his full-power strike without so much as a scratch. That kind of defense was downright terrifying.
Renzo smiled calmly. "Sure, we can change the venue. Looks like you guys won't be convinced until I beat it into you."
The way he said it—so confident, so smug—it nearly made Akainu lose it again.
Then Renzo snapped his fingers.
SNAP!
"…Huh?"
"What the hell?"
"…Oh no."
Suddenly, everyone looked around in confusion.
The meeting room was gone.
They were now standing on a completely unfamiliar island.
"The Calm Belt?" Vice Admiral Tsuru quickly scanned the surroundings and made a rough judgment.
The sky was unnaturally still, and the sea on the horizon was perfectly flat—no wind, no waves, no movement at all.
That's when her expression turned grim.
Because the nearest Calm Belt to Marineford was thousands of kilometers away.
And they'd been brought here instantly. All of them. Together. Without even realizing what was happening.
That was terrifying.
"Kid… you really do have a powerful space-type Devil Fruit, don't you?" Garp looked at Renzo with a mix of disbelief and a pounding headache.
That kind of power was a serious problem. Because it meant they couldn't do anything about him.
He could teleport anyone, anywhere, with zero warning. He didn't need permission. He didn't need prep time. He could just—go.
And if he wanted to escape? Yeah, good luck stopping him.
Worse yet, what if Renzo decided to teleport them into a volcano? Or deep under the sea? Or anywhere they couldn't survive?
Once that thought crossed their minds, everyone on the Navy side went silent.
Their faces darkened.
This guy wasn't just powerful. He was a walking nightmare.
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