Luffy Haki Marineford ›

A ripple of black and red lightning arced across his pupils. It wasn't taught. It wasn't controlled. It was raw, furious, and pure. The Conqueror’s Haki didn't erupt from his body in a wave—it bled out of him, like smoke from a dying star.

Marineford. Luffy has just watched Ace fall to Admiral Akainu. His body is broken from repeated uses of Gear Second and the strain of Impel Down. He has nothing left—except his will. The scaffold shattered.

"Monkey D. Luffy," Kizaru drawled, his usual sing-song tone gone. "You are truly... terrifying." luffy haki marineford

And deep within Luffy’s own mind, where the world had gone dark and the sound of the sea was fading, a voice echoed. A voice of drums. A voice of liberation. A voice that sounded like the crack of dawn.

His sandals dug into the cracked ice. His chest heaved, stained with his own blood and Ace’s. The tiny, ragged straw hat hung around his neck, a ghost of the promise he’d made. Every instinct in his body screamed for him to fall. His muscles had torn. His organs felt like burnt paper. A ripple of black and red lightning arced across his pupils

And something inside him snapped .

In the bay, Vice Admiral Momonga raised his sword to block an incoming pirate, but his arm froze mid-swing. His horse stumbled. A thousand yards away, on the walls of the fortress, a rookie marine clutching his rifle suddenly went cross-eyed. His knees buckled. Foam touched his lips. Thud. Then another. Then a hundred. It was raw, furious, and pure

For two years, he had been surviving on guts and instinct. The roar of the animals in the Gray Terminal. The growl of Lord of the Coast. The snarl of the wolves on Rusukaina. He had always roared back. But this was different. This wasn't the cry of a fighter.