The Broken Monk of the Grand Line

“Namo Amitabha! The Tathagata from the Western Paradise graces us with his presence…”

The Summit War.

Marine Headquarters, Marineford.

Soul-reaping Buddhist chants echoed across the entire sea.

Having usurped the Mythical Zoan: Great Buddha Model, the apostate monk Shaka transformed into a dazzlingly radiant Golden Great Buddha.

He looked down upon the 100,000 Marines present, drenched in sweat and trembling with fear: “What manner of vile demons and monsters are you? Why do you not kneel and kowtow at once before the Buddha?”

“A mere dog of the Celestial Dragons, and you presume to speak of Justice?”

“Fleet Admiral Sengoku, lay down your butcher’s knife and attain Buddhahood on the spot!”

“Hero of the Marines Garp, hesitation is defeat!”

“Aokiji, you wavering soul, utterly frail!”

“Akainu, those who do not walk the righteous path are unworthy of life!”

“Kizaru, a mere 1.8 million Berries a month? What are you risking your life for?!”

“Whoever dares to arbitrarily decide the fate of others—even if they are a god—I will strike them down before your very eyes!”

“The Five Elder Stars? Hell is empty, and all the devils are here! Go to Hell… Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon!!”