One Piece: Rinnegan Is My Golden Finger.

Red-Haired Shanks stood silently, his expression blank as the power in his arm surged. He tried to overpower Chiga, but despite channeling the strength granted by Whitebeard's blessing, it wasn't enough.

Chiga didn't even flinch. With a simple flick of his wrist, he sent Shanks hurtling backward through the air like a ragdoll.

On the other side of the battlefield, Akainu, Aokiji, and Kizaru forced their respective opponents back and regrouped at Chiga's side. Their eyes narrowed as they observed the altered Shanks—his appearance, drastically different, now veiled in mystery.

"He's changed," Akainu muttered.

Kizaru, ever curious, raised a hand and fired a focused beam of light. But the laser was instantly absorbed by the diamond-shaped sigil in Shanks's palm.

"What…?" Aokiji raised his hands, releasing a burst of frost, while Akainu followed with a torrent of molten magma. Both attacks vanished the moment they touched the mark—devoured without a trace.

"Stop," Chiga said calmly, raising his hand.

His eyes locked on the symbol in Shanks's palm. He had seen something similar before. The ability to absorb energy—it reminded him of the Preta Path. And that realization stirred something darker in his thoughts.

If that mark truly mirrored Preta's power, then it could only mean one thing—this world's Ten-Tails might be the origin of all Devil Fruits.

A chilling possibility.

"Sakazuki, Borsalino, Kuzan," Chiga said, his voice resolute. "Go. Support the rear battlefield. I'll handle this."

The three Admirals looked stunned.

"You're going to fight them alone?" Kizaru asked.

"Red-Haired's power is a direct counter to Devil Fruit users," Chiga replied, "which puts you all at a disadvantage. Let me take it from here."

His voice allowed no argument. Though reluctant, the Admirals nodded and withdrew, offering final words of caution before disappearing into the chaos.

Their arrival at the rear turned the tide almost instantly. The Marines surged forward, overpowering the enemy forces. Whitebeard turned, seeing his crew falter—and immediately tried to charge forward to assist.

But Chiga stepped forward and blocked their path.

"Your opponent… is me."

The Four Emperors—Whitebeard, Big Mom, Kaido, and Shanks—exchanged brief glances, then attacked from four sides simultaneously.

Tension rose. Even spectators held their breath.

Chiga stood unmoving, then suddenly, two additional arms sprouted from his shoulders, while his original arms extended outward. With a calm, almost dismissive grace, he caught each Emperor's strike midair.

Their momentum stopped. All four froze in disbelief.

Whitebeard stared at him, eyes wide. "What… what are you?"

Chiga's gaze remained fixed. "It's an honor, truly—being targeted by all Four Emperors at once."

Kaido scoffed, muttering under his breath, "Of course. Because you're Uchiha Chiga."

Chiga's lips curled into a slight smirk. Then his Rinnegan pulsed, and a massive Shinra Tensei erupted, sending all four Emperors flying backward.

Shanks rolled to his feet and retrieved Griffon from the ground. His expression was grave.

"Don't hold back," he warned the others. "If we do… we die here."

Understanding the severity of the situation, Whitebeard, Big Mom, and Kaido nodded and unleashed their full Devil Fruit powers. Together, the Four Emperors launched a combined attack aimed at Chiga.

Chiga responded in kind. Dark violet energy surged from his body, forming a colossal, half-bodied Susanoo. The titan stood five hundred meters tall, its terrifying form dwarfing everything around it.

The Emperors' attacks struck Susanoo's chest and vanished, ineffective.

Then Susanoo grew further—legs, wings, and an imposing height that surpassed one thousand meters. Chiga stood within the diamond-shaped chamber in its head, his gaze cold and detached as he looked down like a god descending upon mortals.

Three of the Four Emperors had never seen anything like it. The sheer scale of the figure stunned them into silence.

Then came the footsteps—slow, thunderous echoes as the Susanoo advanced.

Shanks swallowed hard. "Don't just stand there! Stop him!"

He slashed a red crescent-shaped arc of energy from Griffon. Whitebeard followed with a devastating shockwave. Big Mom and Kaido joined forces, releasing a Haoshoku Haki-charged combined blast.

The triple assault struck the Susanoo, halting it momentarily.

For a moment, they thought they'd succeeded.

Then Susanoo moved.

Chiga calmly unsheathed a massive energy-forged katana from its side and swung. A towering violet slash cleaved through the battlefield, tearing across the ice and reality itself.

Space fractured. Escape was impossible.

Shanks stepped forward first, lifting Griffon defensively. The strange white markings across his face flared. Whitebeard, Kaido, and Big Mom followed suit, bracing for the onslaught.

BOOM!

The sky screamed. The earth cracked. A tremendous explosion rocked the battlefield.

When the smoke cleared, all Four Emperors were still standing—but barely.

They were bloodied, exhausted, and grievously wounded.

Their weapons told the rest of the story:

Griffon bore a large crack near its tip.

Murakumogiri's handle had split apart.

Kaido's club was reduced to splinters.

Napoleon, once imbued with Big Mom's soul, now sat lifeless—a mere hunk of metal.

Even the Emperors themselves were trembling. Their breathing was ragged, their wounds deep. Every fiber of their beings ached.

The world, for a moment, seemed to go quiet.

Shanks dropped Griffon, its blade clanging against the shattered ice.

"So this is your real power…" he said bitterly, lifting his head toward the towering figure above. "You were never even serious before."

Chiga chuckled, folding his arms.

"What kind of adult gets serious when playing with children?"

The insult hung in the air. None of them could speak. They looked at their shattered weapons… and accepted the truth.

They had been utterly, completely outmatched.

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