Onepiece: I Am Aizen, The Strongest Admiral

"Gu la la la la!!!"

Whitebeard's signature laughter echoed across the ship as he finally withdrew his Conqueror's Haki.

Aizen, standing unfazed, simultaneously retracted his Reiatsu, allowing the Moby Dick to settle from its earlier tremors.

"That power... It's not Conqueror's Haki, but it's every bit as strong as Pops' own!" one of the captains murmured, his expression a mix of awe and unease.

The assembled commanders exchanged wary glances. Aizen's precise display of dominance had elevated his standing in their eyes—far beyond what they had initially anticipated.

Defeating World Destroyer Waldo had already been a monumental feat, but this calm, calculated display of strength and precision? It unsettled even the most battle-hardened among them.

"Marine brat, you're bold!" Whitebeard's deep, resonant voice boomed across the deck. His sharp eyes locked onto Aizen, brimming with both interest and caution.

From his throne, the strongest man in the world studied Aizen with growing intrigue. He had witnessed countless young upstarts challenge him over the years, yet something about this Marine was different.

"Interesting. You're far more entertaining than that red-haired brat on Roger's crew," Whitebeard muttered under his breath, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

The comparison made sense. The young red-haired pirate he referenced would one day become one of the most feared and respected Yonko. Now, standing before him, Aizen carried a similar air of untapped potential—but with an edge of danger that felt far more immediate.

"Pops," Hunter Shadow, captain of the First Division, stepped forward cautiously. His rugged face bore a hint of concern as he addressed Whitebeard directly. "What should we do? This Marine... he's dangerous."

Hunter Shadow, nicknamed "Rhino," was no fool. His towering frame and ancient Zoan powers made him one of Whitebeard's strongest captains, but even he could sense the storm brewing around Aizen.

Aizen, unfazed by the conversations and glances surrounding him, calmly pushed up the square-rimmed glasses perched on his nose. The reflection of the sunlight obscured his eyes, leaving his true intentions unreadable.

"I came here to visit, as I stated before," Aizen said, his tone calm yet firm. "However, I heard that any visitor to the Whitebeard Pirates must bring wine. Since I am Marine, I thought it fitting to offer my own tribute... in Marine fashion."

With that, Aizen slowly drew his Zanpakutō, its blade catching the sunlight as it pointed directly toward Whitebeard.

The deck fell into stunned silence.

"This Marine brat... is he serious?!"

The disbelief among the Whitebeard Pirates was palpable. A mere Marine officer—a student, no less—was openly challenging Whitebeard, the strongest man in the world, on his own ship?

The audacity was staggering.

Whitebeard, however, simply grinned, his eyes narrowing with interest.

"Gu la la la! This brat's got guts!" he roared, his laughter booming once more.

But beneath his amusement lay a flicker of irritation. For all his magnanimity, Whitebeard could not ignore such a blatant provocation.

"Pops," Hunter Shadow spoke again, stepping forward protectively. "Should we handle this? There's no need for you to..."

Whitebeard raised a hand, silencing his captain. His eyes remained locked on Aizen.

"You've got nerve, brat," Whitebeard said, his voice heavy with authority. "But stepping onto my ship and pointing a blade at me... that's a dangerous game to play."

"And yet, here I am," Aizen replied coolly.

The calm defiance in Aizen's tone was enough to make even the boldest pirates present shift uncomfortably.

Whitebeard's smirk widened. Despite his annoyance, he couldn't help but admire Aizen's audacity. Few had ever dared to stand before him with such composure—fewer still lived to tell the tale.

"You remind me of that red-haired brat," Whitebeard said, leaning forward slightly. "But unlike him, you seem to already know how to back up your words. Let's see if you can back up that blade."

The tension on the deck was palpable as Whitebeard's words echoed. Aizen had made his move, and now the Whitebeard Pirates waited to see how their captain would respond.

For Aizen, this encounter was just another calculated step in his plan—a plan that would soon ripple across the New World.