Are You Calling For Help? Then I Will Shout Too

Garrett Island

Finn disembarked with his crew, a determined light in his eyes. Alongside him were Tashigi, Kuina, Robin, Momousagi, and Smoothie—the main combatants prepared to face any challenge. Hina, commanding the 1,000-strong Marine Women's War Department, took charge of clearing the battlefield, ensuring order amidst the chaos.

During their voyage, Finn had distributed advanced Marine Six Styles training manuals to his crew. Though only a few weeks of practice had passed, they had grasped the basics, enough to integrate Shave and Moonwalk as auxiliary combat techniques.

Behind Finn, 5,000 Marine soldiers marched in formation, bolstering the already formidable force.

On the high ground, Shanks awaited, his crimson hair a beacon against the sky.

"Finn, you finally made it," Shanks called out, his voice tinged with menace.

Finn halted, looking up. "Shanks. Have you been waiting just for me?"

A smirk curled across Shanks' lips. "I didn't expect you'd show up yourself. I figured you'd send Admirals instead—maybe two, at most—but here you are with three. Quite the surprise."

"Surprise?" Finn countered, his tone calm yet mocking. "Or maybe it's shock?"

Shanks' grin widened. "Including you, there are four Admiral-level fighters here. That's quite the display of strength. But," he leaned forward, a glint of malice in his eyes, "do you have any idea what's happening at Naval Headquarters right now?"

Finn's expression remained unchanged. "Oh? So that's what makes you happy—thinking you've outmaneuvered us?"

Before Shanks could respond, Finn clapped his hands. A figure emerged from the Marine ranks—it was Kizaru.

"Marshal, at your command," Kizaru said, stepping forward.

Shanks frowned, scanning the assembled forces. "Kizaru's here. But where are Akainu and Aokiji?"

Finn smirked. "They're... busy. None of them came."

Shanks' eyes narrowed. "What nonsense is this? My intelligence is flawless! All three Admirals boarded your fleet!"

With a sly grin, Finn gestured to Kizaru. "Do a little trick for our friend here."

Kizaru chuckled and stepped back. In a swirl of motion, his form shifted—it was Bentham, the Clone-Clone Fruit user.

"Surprise!" Bentham declared, striking a dramatic pose.

Shanks' jaw tightened, his fury barely contained. "What kind of sick joke is this?"

Bentham transformed again, mimicking Akainu and Aokiji in turn, his theatrics eliciting gasps from both allies and enemies.

Shanks clenched his fists. "Finn, you're a deceitful bastard! But no matter. Without real Admirals, you've walked into your doom!"

As if on cue, an army of pirates surged forward, accompanied by masked figures who emerged from the surrounding buildings. Five of them wore black, faceless masks, their auras radiating power.

"These," Shanks announced, "are agents of the World Government's CPO Plus division. The five masked ones possess Admiral-level strength!"

Nervous murmurs rippled through the Marines, yet Finn remained unfazed.

"That's it?" he asked, his tone dripping with derision.

Shanks' face darkened. "You're arrogant, Finn. Let's see how long that lasts."

The air grew tense as Shanks turned to the CPO agents. "It's time. Begin!"

"Wait!" Finn's voice rang out, stopping Shanks mid-motion.

"What? Finally scared?" Shanks sneered.

"Not at all," Finn replied, spreading his arms theatrically. "But if you've brought this many reinforcements, it'd be rude not to match you."

Shanks scoffed. "You have more help? Where?"

Finn opened his system interface with a smirk. "Right here. Heroic Spirit Summoning: Ten consecutive draws."

The battlefield stilled, anticipation thick in the air, as Finn's summoning ritual began.