Uchiha Clan: Across the Multiverse

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"What did you say?!"

"5 billion?!"

Everyone who heard the figure was stunned. That was an astronomical amount of money.

For the World Government to spend such an enormous sum to hire the Uchiha Security Company—wasn't that too extravagant?

"Hey, hey, hey! Why are those Uchiha Security guys here? And right above us?"

Aokiji muttered in irritation as he glanced upward. He still harbored some frustration over being injured by Akira during the Judicial Island incident.

Moreover, Uchiha Akira and Uchiha Shisui were officially wanted criminals of the World Government. Having these two standing here wasn't just an insult to Marineford but a slap in the face of the Marine Admirals.

"No helping it—it's a decision from above. Rozwald and his family made a huge fuss about it in Mary Geoise but couldn't change the orders."

Kizaru, reclining lazily with his legs crossed, trimmed his nails with a small clipper.

He, too, found it hard to understand. After all, these two had directly attacked Celestial Dragons. Yet the Five Elders still chose to hire them. Handling Rozwald's outrage had been left to Sengoku, who was utterly fed up with the ordeal.

"Hmph! Just a couple of criminals. You two couldn't take them down and ended up tarnishing the Marine Admirals' reputation," Akainu scoffed, his voice laced with discontent as he directed his ire at Aokiji and Kizaru.

Aokiji frowned, retorting sharply, "Oh, it's so easy, isn't it? If you've got the guts, Akainu, go capture them yourself."

Akainu sneered coldly. "Hmph! Once this is over, I'll deal with that brat myself and restore the Admirals' honor."

Kizaru, witnessing the bickering, maintained his indifferent attitude, as if the whole thing had nothing to do with him.

"So many people!"

Shisui couldn't help but marvel at the sight of the massive Marine forces assembled before him. Compared to this, the battles back in the ninja world seemed minuscule.

"Even Konoha couldn't muster this many troops," he remarked.

Akira responded, "And this is just a fraction of the Marine's global force. Don't forget, the World Government also has its Army and the hidden Knights. That's how they've maintained their dominance for 800 years."

His gaze shifted to Ace, kneeling on the execution platform. It was his first time seeing Ace in person. Back when he watched the anime, Ace's death had been deeply upsetting.

Now, standing in a position where he was aiding in the execution of Ace, Akira couldn't help but find the irony of fate both bitter and fascinating.

But the sorrow he once felt had long been tempered by years of personal growth. He could now look at this moment with detachment.

After all, it was simply a matter of differing positions.

Sengoku and Garp ascended the platform at that moment.

"It's decided, Garp. I'm revealing everything."

"Do what you want. I'm heading down."

Sengoku stepped forward, drawing the attention of all present.

"Fleet Admiral Sengoku!!"

"Bring me the Den Den Mushi!"

"Yes, sir!"

The device was promptly handed to him.

"I have an important announcement for everyone!"

"What?"

Many were puzzled, unsure of what Sengoku intended to announce at such a moment.

"This concerns the significance of today's execution of Portgas D. Ace!"

"Significance?"

Wasn't the execution simply a declaration of war against Whitebeard?

On the sidelines, Tsuru consoled Garp, "It's not your fault…"

"Bwahahaha! Women always know how to be gentle in times like this, eh, Granny Tsuru?"

Garp laughed loudly, feigning indifference, though his heart ached.

Turning to Ace, Sengoku asked sternly, "Ace, state your father's name!"

"Father?"

"What kind of question is that at a time like this?"

The crowd watching the broadcast murmured in confusion, unsure of Sengoku's intentions.

Ace, however, immediately understood. They knew. They had uncovered the identity he hated so much.

"My father is Whitebeard!"

"No!"

Ace shouted with intense emotion, "Yes! My father is Whitebeard and no one else!"

Sengoku, ignoring him, began to speak, addressing everyone.

"At the time, we went to great lengths to search every corner of that island because we'd heard that man's child had been conceived there.

"With scant intelligence from CP9 and the faintest of clues, we investigated every newborn child and their mothers. Yet we found nothing."

The crowd listened intently as Sengoku continued.

"That was thanks to the incredible resolve of your mother—a woman who defied all logic and imagination. Driven by an unyielding love for her child, she carried you in her womb for 20 months, deceiving not just us, but the entire world.

"Her name was Portgas D. Rouge, a woman from the island of Baterilla. Tragically, in giving birth to you, she sacrificed her life.

"Thus, one year and three months after your father's death, the child carrying the blood of the world's most notorious man was born. That child… was you."

Sengoku's voice grew louder, more resolute.

"You know who your father is, don't you?"

Portgas D. Ace… is the son of Gol D. Roger!"

"What?!"

"That's breaking news!! Send it to the main office immediately!"

"This is front-page material!"

Reporters scrambled to write as one dropped their pen in shock. "Could it be… the Pirate King's bloodline… still exists?"

The shocking revelation from Sengoku left the Marines, the spectators, and viewers worldwide in stunned silence.

Gol D. Roger, portrayed by the World Government as the epitome of evil, was the man responsible for the Great Pirate Era—a time that unleashed chaos, destruction, and suffering across countless nations.

And now, his bloodline stood before them.

"Roger's… son…"

Marineford fell silent, a heavy tension blanketing the air.

Even the three Admirals frowned, processing this monumental revelation.

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