The pirates sat and forgot, and they really believed the nine truths and one lie.

Nika was kicked to death by Admiral Kizaru. For the middle and lower-level navy, it was undoubtedly a crucial victory, reversing the downward trend in the fight against pirates.

The battle between the admirals and the elite pirate cadres seemed to be going back and forth, but in fact, in most cases, the admirals had not used their full strength and had not shown the determination to defend justice even at the cost of their lives.

On a battlefield in Marinford, smoke and ice intertwined into a cruel picture. Mirajane, who had turned into a demon, was surrounded by a purple magic halo.

The demon wings behind him stirred up a strong wind, and every dive was carried with a determined killing intent as he attacked the tall figure fiercely.

As the admiral of the Marine Headquarters, Aokiji was extremely agile under the fierce attack of the demons.

He kept transforming into elements in advance to avoid the deadly claw attacks, or raised his hands to condense a thick ice wall to block the surging magic power.

The air was filled with a biting chill, and with every collision, ice chips mixed with magical light flew everywhere.

"Hu... Hu..." Mirajane was breathing heavily. The demon form gave her great power, but it also greatly consumed her physical strength.

What was even more deadly was that the temperature around her was being rapidly lowered by Kuzan's ability. Her movements began to become a little slow, and she felt a slight stiffness in her joints.

She had to get close. Only by closing the distance and using her fists filled with domineering aura could she truly hurt this natural ability user.

"Die!" Mirajane screamed, her wings flapping violently, her body like lightning, instantly approaching Kuzan, and her fist wrapped in dark domineering power tore through the air and hit Kuzan's face.

There was a hint of surprise in Kuzan's eyes, as if he didn't expect that the other party could burst out with such speed in such low temperature.

He tilted his head slightly, and his fist grazed his ear, causing a strong breeze that stung his cheek.

At the same time, he lightly tapped his fingers, and a cold breath instantly wrapped around Mirajane's arm.

Crack...Miraje's arms were quickly covered by a layer of solid ice. She roared, and her magic burst out to shatter the ice, but the moment she broke free, Kuzan had already retreated several meters, with his hands in his pockets, looking at her indifferently.

"Tsk, what a troublesome freezing ability," Mirajane shook her numb arms, feeling the coldness constantly eroding her will and body.

Just as she was about to attack again, Kuzan's voice, with a hint of doubt, sounded, clearly penetrating the noise of the battlefield: "A woman like you...you have never been a pirate for a day before, right?"

Kuzan looked at Mirajane, and his observation Haki could vaguely sense that this woman did not have the fierce aura of someone who had been in the sea for a long time. "Why do you want to involve yourself in this war that has nothing to do with you? Are you threatened by the Golden Lion?"

These words were like a key that suddenly opened the gate of memory that had been forcibly frozen in Mirajane's heart.

The rage in the demon's eyes on her hideous face was instantly replaced by immense sadness and resentment. The overwhelming hatred almost turned into tangible flames, burning her silver pupils brightly.

"Nothing to do with it? Hahaha..."

Mirajane let out a shrill laugh, with a sobbing tone in her voice, "It has nothing to do with me?!"

She stared at the cloak on Kuzan that represented absolute justice. The tears in her eyes could no longer be suppressed. They slid down along with the magical halo around her body, but were frozen into ice crystals the moment they fell.

"I once... also had a home! A warm home that was not rich but full of laughter"!

Mirajane's voice choked, and his huge demon body even hunched slightly because of the pain of memories.

"There was artillery fire, artillery fire everywhere, crying, shouting. When I came back outside, there was only ruins left, nothing left"!

"It's this uniform," Mirajane pointed at Kuzan, her voice sharp and piercing, "It's you, the navy, who destroyed everything I have! Why do you say this war has anything to do with me?"

Kuzan was silent. He looked at the woman in front of him who had completely turned into a demon because of hatred, and he understood.

It was a similar thing again. He had seen it more than once in his naval career. Under absolute justice, there would inevitably be innocent victims.

This is true for O'Hara, and it's probably also true for this woman's hometown. The Navy really owes her an apology.

A complex emotion flashed through Kuzan's heart, including helplessness and a barely perceptible sigh.

But no matter how sorry I am, this is Marinford, the battlefield of the war at the top. The outcome of the war is related to the world situation and there is no room for personal feelings.

“I see.”

Kuzan's voice returned to its previous calmness, even colder, "I feel your hatred, but that's it."

He had no time and no reason to show mercy.

As soon as he finished speaking, Kuzan's right arm instantly transformed into an element, becoming crystal clear, and extremely cold air gathered madly, "Ice Gloves..."

What was even more frightening was that the ice gloves were quickly covered with a layer of dark and shiny armed color domineering, and a sense of oppression as heavy as a mountain and as sharp as a knife instantly locked onto Mirajane.

It is a move that combines the essence of the ice fruit's coldness, top-notch armament Haki, and even the fierce boxing inherited from the navy hero Garp.

Mirajane sensed the fatal crisis, and her demon instinct made her pour all her magic power and domineering power into her right fist, roaring and attacking forward.

boom--! ! !

A huge roar sounded, and the demon's fist and the ice fist covered with armament color collided fiercely.

However, the gap in strength was hopeless. Mirajane's domineering aura shattered like glass in front of Kuzan's more powerful and condensed armament color. She could clearly hear the wailing from her arm bones!

Mirajane screamed miserably as the demon's huge body was knocked away by an irresistible force.

But this wasn't the end! The moment she was knocked back, the extreme cold energy from Kuzan's fist spread like a living white python, madly spreading along her arm.

Crack, crack... The ice instantly covered her demonic body at a speed visible to the naked eye, completely engulfing her.

Bang! The completely frozen demon Mirajane fell heavily onto the broken ground, making a dull sound.

Inside the ice crystal, the purple magic light quickly faded, and the hideous demon form dissipated like the receding tide.

In the blink of an eye, a beautiful woman with dazzling silver hair appeared in the ice.

The expression of anger and sadness on her face was eternally frozen in transparent ice, like a beautiful and desolate sculpture.

Kuzan slowly walked to the ice, looked down at Mirajane who was trapped inside, was silent for a moment, and finally lowered his eyes, turned and walked towards another battlefield.

Only the beautiful ice sculpture remains, telling the silent sorrow and hatred in the war-torn Marinford.