Do Whatever You Want

The roar of the battle at Marineford had subsided, leaving behind a sepulchral silence broken only by the gasps of the wounded.

King, observed from the air with wide-eyed shock at the apocalyptic landscape that surrounded them. Marineford, once a symbol of the Marine's power, now lay under a thick blanket of vegetation, stained crimson red by the blood of the fallen.

"Mr. Hashirama...?" King's voice, hoarse and trembling, sliced through the silence like a rusty knife. "Could you be some kind of God?".

His words echoed in the void, laden with a mix of incredulity that gripped his heart. The image of Sengoku, embedded in the ground by a single blow, still replayed vividly in his mind.

"...God?" Hashirama did not respond immediately. His serene gaze swept across the battlefield, absorbing the destruction he had caused. A slight sigh escaped his lips as his eyes fell on King, reflecting the depth of his wisdom and the harshness of war. "No, King. I am not a god."

King swallowed hard, feeling a lump in his throat that prevented him from uttering a single word.

Hashirama continued, his voice tinged with a subtle arrogance that was nothing but a reflection of his power, "...I am something better than a god."

A sepulchral silence took over the scene. Hashirama's words hung in the air, oppressive and irrefutable. The devastation surrounding them was an irrefutable testimony of his might.

Suddenly, a thunderous roar broke the silence. "Damn it!" roared a deep, resonant voice. "Hashirama, what do you intend to do?!"

The figure of Sengoku emerged from the depths of the ground where he had been buried by Hashirama's blow. Despite the pain coursing through his body, his eyes burned with an unquenchable fury.

"Have you forgotten where your actions led you in the past?!" A golden aura emanated from Sengoku, intensifying with each heartbeat. In an explosion of energy, he rose into the sky, disintegrating everything in his path. His power, amplified by rage and desperation, was terrifying.

Hashirama looked at Sengoku with an enigmatic smile. "Forget it?" he asked calmly. "How could I forget the madness I unleashed in the past? But if you thought you had seen me crazy before, wait to see me now that I have returned from the dead."

Sengoku wanted to respond, but the words stuck in his throat. Hashirama's overwhelming power had left him breathless, a feeling of helplessness invading his mind.

"You should not have risen!" roared Hashirama, his voice thundering across the battlefield. In the blink of an eye, his body zoomed over Sengoku, the wind whipping his face and hair.

With fierce determination, Hashirama headed towards Sengoku at an impressive speed, his right fist covered in black metal and wrapped in intertwined green lightning. The energy emanating from him was palpable, one that made Sengoku's skin crawl.

Danger! Sengoku, reacting instinctively, let out a thunderous roar. His hands rose, generating shock waves intertwined with red lightning that launched towards Hashirama like an electric storm.

Unconsciously, Sengoku crossed his arms, preparing for the inevitable impact.

In a clash, Sengoku's terrifying shockwave and Hashirama's fist collided in the air. The two forces clashed in the air, creating an explosion of light and sound that shook the foundations of Marineford. The shockwave swept everything in its path, toppling trees and hurling debris into the air.

In less than a millisecond, the shockwave abruptly exploded, unable to withstand the colossal power of Hashirama's fist.

Hashirama, seizing the advantage, continued his attack with relentless ferocity.

Something of unimaginable power struck Sengoku's golden arms, a blow that made him feel as if he were not facing a man but a force of nature.

"AGH..." Sengoku let out a cry of pain, his voice drowned out by the roar of the battle. Cracks began to form in his golden arms, spreading like a spider web as Hashirama's power penetrated his defense.

"NOOO!!" Sengoku, unable to withstand the pain and force of the impact, let out a heartbreaking scream. His arms, finally broken, exploded in a rain of blood that splattered both of them and the blood-soaked ground, disappearing his arms completely.

The ground at Sengoku's feet began to sink, unable to bear his weight. In less than three seconds, the inspector was once again embedded in the ground.

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