Whitebeard slammed his bisento against the deck. "Don't misunderstand, Marco. He didn't awaken that power just now. That power has been sleeping since the day he was born. He didn't learn it." The Emperor’s eyes narrowed. "He remembered it."
For two years, he had been surviving on guts and instinct. The roar of the animals in the Gray Terminal. The growl of Lord of the Coast. The snarl of the wolves on Rusukaina. He had always roared back. But this was different. This wasn't the cry of a fighter.
"So you have it too, boy." Marco helped his father stand, watching the lightning fade from Luffy’s eyes. "Pops... he just knocked out half the army." luffy haki marineford
This was the silence of a King.
Not broke. Snapped into place.
Luffy’s fingers twitched in the ice water. His heart beat once. Then twice.
That was the first sign. Not the tremors from Whitebeard’s fists, but a pressure that came from within the bay. The marines on the front line stopped cheering. Their mouths hung open, but no sound came out. Their eyes, wide and white, stared at the rubber boy standing knee-deep in the bloodstained water. Whitebeard slammed his bisento against the deck
His sandals dug into the cracked ice. His chest heaved, stained with his own blood and Ace’s. The tiny, ragged straw hat hung around his neck, a ghost of the promise he’d made. Every instinct in his body screamed for him to fall. His muscles had torn. His organs felt like burnt paper.