One piece: I,Akaino will not die easily

Marineford, as the symbol of justice, the solemn Navy Headquarters was filled with the blaring of alarm bells today.

"Vice Admiral! Vice Admiral Sakazuki!! Fleet Admiral Sengoku has requested to activate the Buster Call, targeting Ohara. Please proceed to the military port immediately!" The messenger, a Navy soldier, spoke with a tone that betrayed both panic and shock. After all, this was the Buster Call—a devastating operation authorized by the World Government and executed by the Navy Headquarters. It delivers indiscriminate destruction to the signaled area, wiping out everything from fragile human bodies and vegetation to sturdy buildings, fortifications, and mountains. The military operation is powerful enough to erase every trace of the targeted location.

The Vice Admiral before him, wrapped tightly in a cloak with a Navy hat under his hood, was one of the key combat forces involved in this strike.

"V-Vice Admiral?" The young Navy soldier called out again, seeing no response. The Vice Admiral remained seated upright in his chair, seemingly stunned. This young soldier couldn't help but recall the rumors about this general within the Navy—upright and impartial, with no trace of leniency, a soldier among soldiers, a true iron-blooded warrior. Could his panicked reporting earlier have offended the Vice Admiral? Cold sweat began to run down his back at the thought, though he had no idea that the Vice Admiral sitting before him was just as overwhelmed.

"Buster Call? That sounds so familiar. Vice Admiral? It seems like they're talking to me? Wait... Sakazuki?!" A string of familiar terms finally made him realize, "Crap, have I been reincarnated?!"

".........."

".......... I was just reading some post on a book forum, and now I've somehow transmigrated. What do I do? Waiting for help online."

Thankfully, he wasn't fighting alone. The experiences of countless transmigrators before him told him that, at times like these, he had to stay calm. Phrases like "Who are you? Who am I?" were absolutely forbidden. Keeping his expression neutral, the cloaked Vice Admiral slowly lifted his head, his eyes locking onto the increasingly sweaty messenger. With tightly pressed lips, he said, "Understood. Lead the way."

The messenger, relieved, saluted crisply, turned around, and left in one smooth motion, as though he had just faced a ferocious beast.

The messenger, carrying a service rifle, walked briskly, quickly exiting the Navy fortress. Following closely behind him was a towering, burly middle-aged man standing about three meters tall. Even amidst the tense atmosphere and hurried personnel within the fortress, soldiers along the way still stopped to salute him.

In view was a crescent-shaped harbor with dozens of warships anchored. Soldiers dressed in uniforms emblazoned with the kanji for "Justice" were busy loading ammunition and supplies onto the ships. These ships, which resembled the sail warships of the 16th and 17th centuries, had wooden decks reinforced with thick steel plating. The outer layers were coated with navy-blue waterproof paint, and their hulls were lined with rows of cannons. These were the most robust and offensive warships built by the exclusive shipyard of Water 7, their quality beyond question.

Ten warships, each manned by nearly a thousand elite soldiers, were commanded by a Rear Admiral as deputy commander for each vessel. The fleet's overall command was shared by five Vice Admirals from Headquarters.

This was the terrifying force capable of obliterating an entire island—the Navy's Buster Call.

Some warships already had officers on board waiting for deployment orders. A tall, curly-haired man wearing a deep blue headscarf adorned with the seagull insignia stood on the deck, waving toward them. Even without speaking, his towering figure naturally drew the attention of others. "Sakazuki" remained cold and aloof, saluting toward the curly-haired man without breaking his stride as he headed toward the messenger's designated ship. The curly-haired man, seemingly accustomed to this, shrugged slightly and returned to coordinating operations aboard the ship.

While the sailing warships weren't as massive as the modern battleships and cruisers of the transmigrator's previous world, in this world, these ships were absolute behemoths, the pinnacle of naval firepower.

As Sakazuki boarded the colossal warship, a military officer came forward to report on the situation. "Vice Admiral, sir! The basic ammunition and supplies have been fully loaded. Rear Admiral Onigumo is currently counting the soldiers and inspecting pre-battle equipment... Vice Admiral, sir, do you need to rest? Medic! Call the ship's doctor over."

The officer, a captain, stopped mid-report as he noticed Vice Admiral Sakazuki suddenly frown and clutch his head. Perceptive, the captain immediately halted his report and stepped forward to support the nearly three-meter-tall Vice Admiral. However, standing at just 1.8 meters himself, the captain's actions appeared almost comically disproportionate.

Perhaps it was the repeated bombardment of keywords or the familiarity of the people and scenes. Finally, the memories of this body's previous owner came flooding in like a tidal wave. The chaotic memories manifested as an intense headache. Enduring the pain, Sakazuki waved off the captain, stopping him from calling the ship's doctor. "The mission is urgent. Find me a cabin to rest in." The captain dared not disobey and promptly helped Sakazuki to the nearest cabin to rest, notifying Rear Admiral Onigumo of the emergency situation immediately after.

Now, with a space to himself, the transmigrator could finally begin sorting through the chaotic stream of memories.

The year was 1497 of the Sea Circle Calendar. Gol D. Roger had conquered the so-called "Impossible" Grand Line. The following year, in 1498, Roger, known to the world as the Pirate King, surrendered to the World Government and was executed in Loguetown of the East Blue.

But Roger's execution did not bring about the end of chaos, as the World Government had hoped. Instead, his final words ignited the Great Pirate Era.

Now, it was 1500. His colleague, Jaguar D. Saul, had released a criminal he had captured—Nico Olvia. In response, Fleet Admiral Sengoku had decisively activated the Buster Call targeting Ohara. (In Sakazuki's original memories, it was Sengoku who issued the Buster Call, not Spandine. Just as Kuzan later granted Spandam the authority for a Buster Call, the Navy Headquarters still recorded it as an order from Admiral Kuzan.)

As the flood of memories merged and settled, the transmigrator came to a sorrowful realization:

"I... I am Sakazuki!!!" The future Marine Admiral known as Akainu, one of the Navy's three Admirals, Fleet Admiral, and one of the most despised characters in One Piece. Readers and viewers who wanted to crush his head could circle the Earth five times.

The year 1500 of the Sea Circle Calendar—Vice Admiral Sakazuki has arrived!!!