A Deal with Imu

Between Holy Land Mary Geoise Thrones of Mary Geoise

"Trade?"

Imu's voice echoed between the empty Thrones, his Rinnegan eyes of reincarnation narrowing slightly as if he had heard the most absurd joke in the world.

For eight hundred years, no one has ever dared to discuss "deals" before Him.

"I can sense it--"

Imu spoke slowly, his voice carrying an undeniable air of authority. "You can leave here at any time."

"I can't stop you."

"But that doesn't mean you have anything... worth talking to me about a 'deal' with."

Roy, hands in his pockets, stared directly into those crimson eyes. "If I told you..."

"Could I catch Joy Boy's container and take care of it completely?"

--boom!!

In an instant, the air around the Throne trembled violently, as if the air itself had frozen, and a deathly silence descended, as if time had stopped.

Imu leaned slightly forward on the Throne, his pupils suddenly contracting to pinpoints.

What you're trying to say is...

His voice was so low it was almost inaudible. "That Gum-Gum Fruit?"

Ancient afterimages appeared in the void, and countless pursuits and failures over the past eight hundred years flashed through the air.

Imu's voice gradually lowered, tinged with suppressed anger. "In every era, the World Government has been trying to reclaim it."

"But it has never succeeded—it has been like this for eight hundred years."

He coldly looked down at Roy: "I don't think this can be a bargaining chip between you and me."

Roy chuckled softly at his words, slowly raising his head, a hint of provocation flashing in his eyes. "What if I told you..."

"This era..."

Will He Awakening?

His voice suddenly rose, like a thunderclap. "Awakening to the legendary— Human-Human Fruit, Mythical Zoan!"

"Nika Form!!"

"Boom!!"

The entire space around the Empty Throne instantly twisted and shattered, Imu's figure could no longer remain calm!

The pitch-black shadows spread like a tide, and His body suddenly swelled, transforming into a colossal demonic shadow that enveloped the entire Throne.

The towering crown vanished, bat-like wings unfurled with a roar, a sharp tail lashed out like a spear, and a scarlet spear with an arrowhead materialized in his hand!

"Roy--!"

His voice was no longer an ethereal whisper, but a roar that shattered the void, "How much do you really know?!"

"Whoosh--!"

The crimson spear Sky Splitter, piercing Roy's heart in an instant!

However, the spear tip merely pierced through Roy's body, as if it had struck a phantom.

Roy's figure swayed slightly, as if he were in another dimension, completely unaffected.

He glanced down at the undamaged front of his shirt, his smile deepening.

"How?"

He raised his eyes and stared directly into Imu's angry, crimson eyes of Rinnegan.

"This deal..."

"Are you going to do it or not?"

The heavy Throne room doors slowly opened, emitting a deep rumble.

Roy emerged from the shadows, his Justice Coat Hunting Roar in the breeze, his footsteps ringing out clearly in the empty corridor.

Outside the door, the Five Elders and the Saint Garling had been waiting for a long time.

The six men had cold, stern faces and varied expressions, yet all of them carried an undeniable complexity in their expressions.

--They have clearly received Imu's will.

"Yo~"

Roy grinned, his tone flippant, as if he had just stepped out of an ordinary Tea Party.

"Everyone's here! You guys are really giving us face!"

However, no one responded.

An indescribable sense of oppression filled the air, like the deathly stillness before a storm.

Finally, Saint Saturn slowly took a step forward, his aged body releasing an aura of pressure as strong as an iron wall.

His voice was deep and cold as iron. "We will obey Lord Imu's orders."

He slightly raised his head, his gaze meeting Roy's, a dangerous glint in his aged yet sharp eyes. "But..."

The air in the corridor suddenly froze, as if even breathing was frozen.

"Don't go too far, Roy."

A deathly silence fell over the surroundings, with only the sound of the wind whistling through the gaps in the corridor.

Roy did not respond, but simply walked slowly past the Five Elders with an air of composure.

His steps were steady and composed, as if he were not walking at the pinnacle of world power, but casually strolling down an ordinary street.

Only when he reached Saint Garling's side did he slightly turn his head, a meaningful smile playing on his lips, "You—"

Roy's voice was light, yet every word was like a nail. "You'd better keep an eye on that wild child of yours who's been running around outside..."

"He didn't have anything good in mind..."

"Whoosh!"

Before he finished speaking, Roy's figure vanished abruptly, leaving only six people standing silently in the long, silent corridor, each with a different expression.

Saint Nusjuro's fist clenched suddenly, veins bulging, and he gritted his teeth in a low voice, "Why... why would Imu Im agree to his conditions?!"

After a long silence, Saint Saturn slowly uttered, "This is not something we can question."

Saint Garling, however, kept his gaze fixed on the direction where Roy had disappeared, his brows furrowed and his eyes filled with an unprecedented solemnity.

Marineford 'Fleet Admiral's Office

The heavy curtains Hunting Roar in the night wind, and the atmosphere in the office felt oppressive and frozen.

"Bang--!"

Garp slammed his fist down on the desk, and the hard wood shattered instantly, sending splinters flying!

This was the third table he had smashed.

"It's been so long!! Not a single word!!"

His roar made the windows vibrate and tremble, his aged face etched with anxiety and rage.

Zephyr stood to the side, veins throbbing on his forehead, his voice low and urgent. "Roy... has never been out of contact for this long before!"

"The Navy cannot lose him!!"

He suddenly looked up, his gaze piercing Sengoku like a knife. "Sengoku! It's time to make a decision!!"

Even the usually calm Crane didn't say anything to dissuade him at this moment. He just stood aside with his brows furrowed and his expression solemn.

Warship and Kizaru, Kuzan had rushed back earlier, both wore grave expressions and silently watched Sengoku.

Fleet Admiral's Sengoku, crossed his arms and rested them against the bridge of his nose, his eyes as cold as an eagle's, his entire being seeming to weigh down a mountain.

He was about to speak—

"Whoosh!!"

Space suddenly distorted, and a figure stepped out from the void, his Justice Coat fluttering in the wind.

It was Roy.

Behind him followed Sakazuki, whose face was ashen.

"Roy!!"

Garp and Zephyr rushed forward almost simultaneously, grabbing his shoulders from either side.

"Are you alright?! Those bastards upstairs didn't lay a hand on you, did they?!" Garp's voice trembled unusually, and his eyes were slightly red.

Zephyr looked extremely anxious, and even his eyes were trembling.

Roy reached out and gently patted the two elderly people's arms, his tone relaxed. "Don't worry, I'm fine."

His gaze passed over the two men and met Sengoku's eyes directly.

Sengoku gazed at Roy, his eyes trembling slightly. His tense shoulders finally relaxed, and he exhaled deeply, slowly uttering four words:

"It's good that you're back."

The room fell silent for a moment, with only the sound of everyone breathing.

Roy looked around, his gaze sweeping over each person's face, and finally, he slowly spoke:

"But..."

I may be away for two years.

"--?!!"

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