One Piece: Surrounded at Marineford? Just kidding!

Chapter 301: The word "Mom" that ignited the entire audience!

Shanks's word "Mom" ignited the entire arena, which had been dominated by Beckman.

The silence lasted only three seconds.

"Clang!"

A piercing noise ripped through the frozen air.

Yasopp's guitar slammed onto the deck, but he didn't react at all.

The chief sniper of the red-haired group had his eyes almost popping out of their sockets, and he looked like a stone statue.

He wasn't the only one.

The piece of meat with bone in his hand fell onto his crotch, but he forgot to pick it up and just stared straight ahead.

After a moment of complete silence, gasps of surprise followed.

"Are you... are you kidding me?!"

"She really is the boss's mother? She looks even younger than the boss!"

"What the hell is going on?!"

The Red-Haired Pirates were in unprecedented chaos.

Just then, a deafening laugh drowned out all the noise.

"Guralalalalala!"

"Red-haired brat!"

"Is this gift heavy enough?"

Whitebeard's words were like a heavy hammer, striking Shanks on the top of his head.

Shanks' soul was brought back by that hammer blow.

He turned his head abruptly.

His gaze was fixed on Chen Ye, who was leisurely eating grapes not far away.

There was so much in those eyes.

There was urgency, there was shock.

He was waiting for an answer.

An answer that would allow him to live a complete forty years of life.

Chen Ye pulled out a napkin to wipe his hands, and nodded slightly as he met Shanks's eager gaze.

"No doubt about it."

Chen Ye's voice wasn't loud, but it penetrated everyone's ears.

He stood up, patted off non-existent dust from his clothes, and said in a flat tone as if to say that the weather was nice today.

"Thirty-eight years ago, just before the Valley of the Gods collapsed."

Chen Ye raised his hand, his fingertip pointing towards the red-haired woman who was holding Shanks and crying.

"I just scooped her out."

The words "God Valley" made Shanks' pupils shrink to pinpoints instantly.

A bolt of lightning cleaved through his mind, illuminating those fragmented and blurry memories deep within.

The forbidden place mentioned by Captain Roger.

The island that was erased from the map by the World Government.

It buried the Rocks Pirates, and also buried countless secrets of the Celestial Dragons—a hellish place.

That was the starting point of his life story.

That's where Roger found him in the treasure chest.

The last vestige of doubt was utterly shattered by those three words.

Chenye looked at Shanks's violently heaving chest and continued in a statement of fact.

"I used a time freeze on her. So for her, any disaster was just a blink of an eye. She fell asleep in time, and when she woke up, it was now."

"Time has left no trace on her."

"So she still looks the same as she did back then, which is your mother."

The truth came out.

There are no conspiracies, no pretense, only miracles that transcend time and space.

Fiona, who was holding Shanks, calmed down a bit.

She loosened her embrace and took a half step back.

But she still gripped Shanks' sleeve tightly, as if afraid that if she let go, the tall man in front of her would shatter like a dream.

She raised her head, her tearful eyes carefully examining her middle-aged son.

Thirty-eight years.

For her, it was just a nap.

But for her children, it was a long life.

Her gaze slid from Shanks's signature red hair to the three hideous scars on his left eye, and finally settled on the empty sleeve of his left arm.

She reached out her trembling hand and touched the spot where the arm had been severed.

"My child..."

Her voice choked with emotion, filled with heartache and self-blame.

"How much suffering have you endured over the years?"

Her fingers traced the wrinkles at the corners of Shanks' eyes. Looking at that face, which was even more weathered than her own, tears welled up in her eyes again.

"How come you look... older than your mother?"

This sentence, carrying the unique complaint of a mother and the absurdity that transcends time and space, is filled with the purest and most profound maternal love.

This is a complaint.

Like the gentlest knife, it pierced through Shanks' last line of defense.

He is one of the Four Emperors, renowned throughout the seas.

He is the man with the strongest Conqueror's Haki.

He blocked Akainu's attack with a single sword during the Marineford War, confronted Kaido in the New World, and was so influential that even the Five Elders had to meet him.

In public, he is always the bold, unrestrained, and arrogant red-haired Shanks.

But at the moment.

Faced with the phrase "older than my mother," all dignity, all strength, and all domineering presence crumble.

His eyes instantly reddened.

A sour, astringent feeling shot straight from my nasal cavity to the top of my head, and I couldn't suppress it at all.

"mom……"

Shanks opened his mouth and squeezed out a hoarse, broken syllable.

next second.

Under the horrified gazes of the entire Red-Haired Pirates, their captain, the man who stood at the pinnacle of the world, suddenly buckled at the knees.

"Thump."

Shanks knelt on one knee.

He was so tall that he had to kneel down to look his mother in the eye.

Like a child who has suffered countless injustices and finally returned home, he buried his proud head deeply in Fiona's arms.

"Waaah..."

A suppressed sob escaped from deep within his throat.

His shoulders heaved violently, a sign of collapse after losing control.

Hot tears soaked the front of Fiona's dress.

He is no longer one of the Four Emperors, nor is he a great pirate.

He was just that baby who lost his mother thirty-eight years ago in the firelight of the Valley of the Gods.

Shanks' mother felt the tall man trembling in her arms, and felt his tears.

She forgot about the unfamiliar surroundings and the disorientation of time.

She gently reached out and stroked Shanks's red hair.

Just like thirty-eight years ago, when she was soothing the baby in her arms to sleep amidst the flames of war in God Valley.

Her eyes were incredibly gentle, and she softly hummed an ancient tune.

"Sleep...sleep...my darling..."

The singing was soft and gentle, carrying a power to soothe the soul.

On this sea of ​​slaughter and smoke, this lullaby seems so out of place, yet so sacred.

The surrounding pirates all fell silent.

Those burly men who usually killed without blinking an eye felt like they had a wad of cotton stuck in their throats.

Jesus wiped his eyes hard, sniffed, and spoke in a deep voice.

"Damn... this is so unfair..."

He turned to look at the figure on the ship's side, whose back was to everyone, his eyes filled with shock.

"The Time-Space Emperor... This is simply a miracle of manipulating the rules."

Bringing a person from decades ago vividly to the present, allowing this mother and son to reunite.

This method goes beyond the scope of "ability users"; it's practically a miracle.

Ben Beckman held the extinguished cigarette between his fingers, which trembled slightly.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his turbulent emotions.

As the strategist of the Red-Haired Pirates, he understood what this meant better than anyone else.

This means that Chen Ye possesses the power to reverse cause and effect and overturn time.

He looked at Chen Ye's back, his gaze filled not only with vigilance but also with an unprecedented sense of awe.

If Chen Ye wanted, he could even bring Roger, or even Rocks, back to the past...

The thought sent a chill down Beckman's spine.

Raki Lu stopped eating meat.

Watching this mother and child embrace across time and space, her eyes reddened, she sniffed hard, and let out a loud sob.

"This is so touching... Waaah... I miss my mom too."

The man next to him, Yasopp, kicked him. Although he was also wiping away tears, he cursed, "You've eaten your mother out of house and home! Don't ruin the mood!"

No one laughed.

Everyone was immersed in this heavy emotion.

Chen Ye did not turn around.

He did not disturb the mother and child.

This is their time.

Like a director who has completed a masterpiece, he chose to keep his achievements hidden, giving them absolute space.

Time became viscous.

I don't know how much time passed.

The crying in her mother's arms gradually subsided.

Shanks slowly raised his head.

His face was streaked with tears, his eyes were red and swollen, and his nose was also red. He looked somewhat disheveled, a far cry from his usual domineering image.

But he didn't rush to wipe it.

He first carefully tidied his mother's long hair, which had been ruffled by the wind, then put his hands on his mother's shoulders and stood up.

As he stood up, a fresh aura emanated from him.

It's no longer just about being domineering.

Rather, it is a more harmonious, deeper, and transparent feeling that comes after shedding a heavy burden.

The confusion and gloom in his eyes completely vanished at that moment.

Instead, there was an unprecedented brightness and determination.

That was the look in their eyes when they had found their roots and their home.