Where Is Imu?

New World, Deserted Island

The night wind howled, dark clouds obscured the moon, and the starlight dimmed.

Roy and the Saint Garling faced off across the void, as if only the two of them remained in the world.

The air seemed to freeze, making even breathing feel heavy and suffocating.

Roy's eyes were sharp, but a mocking smile played on his lips, "Imu? Ha... what is that?"

"How dare you!!"

Saint Garling's eyes narrowed abruptly, and his Conqueror's Haki erupted like a volcanic eruption, instantly turning the entire Deserted Island into a hellish atmosphere!

The long sword was drawn from its sheath, its blade jet black, exuding Haki, its cold light illuminating the night!

"How dare you blaspheme Imu Im!!"

Roy snorted coldly, the ground beneath his feet cracked inch by inch, and his Conqueror's Haki surged forth!

Two overwhelming Haki collided fiercely in mid-air, like a thunderclap, shaking the heavens and earth!

"Hey, you old geezer."

Roy sneered, his eyes flashing coldly. "I don't even know who this Imu you're talking about is. You think you can just tell me to go with you?"

Saint Garling's killing intent intensified, and his blade was about to strike!

Just as the two were about to start fighting—

"Buzz--!"

The Pentagram Array trembled suddenly, its star patterns shimmering, and a clear, distant voice entered Roy's ears:

I know you know me...

Stop pretending, come here, I'm not planning on doing anything to you yet.

The voice was utterly calm, yet it seemed to transcend life and death, and time itself; its indifference and imposing presence silenced even the wind on the Deserted Island.

Roy's pupils suddenly contracted, a look of seriousness flashed across his brows, his aura softened, and he slowly exhaled.

Seeing this Saint Garling snorted coldly, sheathing his sword but not his killing intent, his eyes still sharp and cold as a blade.

Roy chuckled, his carefree expression returning. "I'll go."

He raised his hand, ripples spreading across the space between his fingertips, "But it won't pass through your 'door'."

As soon as the words were spoken, space suddenly distorted.

Roy's figure blurred instantly, then vanished without a trace!

The Deserted Island was deathly silent. Saint Garling expression grim, slowly sheathed his blade, his voice low and menacing. "Teleportation ability, huh...?"

He looked up, gazing into the depths of the pentagram, his voice extremely low, as if reporting to some unseen being:

"Imu... he agreed."

Marineford 'Fleet Admiral's Office

The silence was broken by a heavy, rapid "click-click--" sound from a special Den Den Mushi).

Sengoku frowned and immediately reached out to take it.

The Den Den Mushi's eyes changed instantly, and Roy's deep, serious voice came through:

"Fleet Admiral, immediately recall Senior Brother Kuzan and the others. The entire navy is to regroup."

The moment the words left his mouth, the air froze.

Zephyr, Garp, and Tsuru simultaneously raised their heads, their eyes fixed on Sengoku with sharp, razor-sharp gazes.

"Roy, what's going on?!" Sengoku asked in a deep voice.

The voice coming from the Den Den Mushi was cold yet tinged with suppressed emotion. "I've caught the attention of some big shot up here... I have to go to the Holy Land."

"What?!"

Zephyr and Garp simultaneously sprang to their feet, their fists slamming down!

"Boom!!"

The entire desk shattered into dust instantly, with wood chips flying everywhere!

"Roy! You're not allowed to go!!" Zephyr roared, veins bulging.

Garp lost control of his aura, and his Conqueror's Haki exploded like a tsunami. The glass windows of the entire office shattered with a "crack," and the wind whipped up papers that flew through the air!

"Those bastards dare to touch Roy?! I'll raze the Holy Land to the ground right now!!"

"You two calm down!!"

Crane gripped the two tightly with both hands, her voice steady as iron, "Since Roy called back to inform us, it means he knows what he's doing."

He won't take risks he's not sure he can succeed at!

Roy's voice rang out again through the Den Den Mushi, tinged with laughter. "Don't worry, with my abilities, they can't lock me up."

Sengoku took a deep breath, his gaze as cold as a star, and nodded to Chao He.

Crane immediately turned around, his steps hurried, and he walked out of the office with a chilling aura to issue an emergency mobilization order for the entire navy.

Sengoku spoke into the Den Den Mushi, his voice low and resolute. "Roy, your own safety is paramount!"

"Remember, the Navy will always be your support!!"

Roy's cheerful laughter came through the Den Den Mushi: "Don't worry!"

"Click--"

Communication was interrupted, and the room fell into a moment of deathly silence.

Garp's fingers cracked, his eyes bloodshot and filled with murderous intent. "Sengoku! If anything happens to Roy... I'll slaughter the Holy Land right now!!"

Zephyr clenched his fists, veins bulging, his voice low and thunderous. "Those bastards hiding in the shadows... do they really think the Navy is their dog?!"

After a moment of silence, Sengoku slowly took off his Glasses, gently wiping the lenses with a cloth.

Yet, the look in his eyes behind the glasses was colder and sharper than anyone else's. He spoke in a low voice, but every word was like iron:

"Let's wait for Roy's message."

The ruined Hachinosu, amidst the scorching sea winds and crumbling walls, still carries the lingering scent of the "Hakai."

Kuzan and Kizaru received special orders at the same time, and their expressions instantly turned serious.

"The entire army must be mobilized..." Kuzan murmured, his gaze momentarily contorted with complexity.

"Wow... Looks like something big has happened at Marine Headquarters!"

The two exchanged a glance, then without further hesitation, quickly prepared their warships. Accompanied by the long blast of the ship's horn, they led their remaining forces back to Marineford.

Holy Land Mary Geoise Room of Authority

The candlelight flickered on the long table, around which the Five Elders sat, the air so still it seemed to freeze.

Saint Garling pushed open the door and entered, standing solemnly before the table amidst the questioning gazes of the crowd. He spoke in a deep voice, "He said he would come himself."

"Nonsense!!"

Saint Nusjuro suddenly slammed his fist on the table, his eyes blazing with fury. "Imu summoned him personally, and he dares to delay?!"

Do you really think that mere Teleportation power can disregard the majesty of Holy Land?!

On the other side, Saint Saturn tapped his fingertips lightly on the table, his gaze icy. "No... his abilities might be more dangerous than we anticipated."

Saint Warcury frowned, and said in a low voice, "If he can truly come and go freely in the Holy Land..."

Just as the Five Elders were arguing—

"Buzz--!"

The candlelight flickered suddenly, and a dark shadow appeared without any warning.

"Hey, hey, hey, it's not very polite to talk about someone behind their back!"

The voice was light and flippant, with a hint of mockery, yet it struck everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer.

Roy's figure was clearly visible in the candlelight, his Coat of Justice billowing even without wind, his hands in his pockets, as he slowly emerged from the shadows.

"What?!!"

Saint Nusjuro's pupils constricted sharply, and veins bulged on his forehead.

"No alert was triggered at all?! Not even the Imperial Guard noticed?!"

For the first time, Saint Garling's expression truly changed. His hand was already on the hilt of his sword, and horror flashed in his eyes. "Such a long distance... and they arrived so quickly?!"

Just how far has he developed his abilities?!

Saint Saturn's face darkened completely. He slowly rose, leaning on his cane. "Roy... you really gave us a big 'surprise'."

Roy, hands in his pockets, slowly walked towards the Five Elders, his smile icy, "But weren't you the ones who came looking for me?"

"Here I am!"

He stopped in his tracks, his aura turning icy. His gaze swept over the five people one by one, finally settling on Saint Saturn.

"So..."

Where is Imu?