Sabaody Feast
Sabaody Archipelago Concert Opening Ceremony
Under the midday sun, the Sabaody Archipelago was bustling with activity.
On the giant stage, fountains and ribbons intertwined, drumbeats and songs echoed, and the entire archipelago seemed to be immersed in a grand carnival.
Even before the "singer" Uta appeared on stage, the opening ceremony performance had already completely ignited the audience!
High in the sky, a holographic projection unfolds, with naval flags and flocks of peace doves soaring through the heavens, etching the glory of "ending the Great Pirate Era" between the blue sky and white clouds.
The Live Broadcast Den Den Mushi this scene around the world, with people cheering and laughing through the images.
--Sabaody, with the Marine Headquarters just steps away, there's no safer place than here.
This is a celebration shared by the whole world!
However, the atmosphere in the front row of the Concert was tense at one point.
"Hey!! We were in line first!!"
"Nonsense! We arrived at 3 a. m. to reserve our spots!!"
The two fanatical fan groups were locked in a stalemate, their shouts almost drowning out the music on stage.
On one side, a furry polar bear was struggling to spread its arms wide, trying to protect its team's position.
The pink support shirt with a heart-shaped arrow piercing the chest was particularly eye-catching, and it also had two huge, flashing fans on the back with the three large characters "[UTA]" written on them.
Bepo was sweating profusely, his bear ears perked up. "Hey--this is the territory my fan club and I fought tooth and nail to defend!!"
Just as the situation was about to spiral out of control, a calm voice suddenly broke through:
"ROOM--."
The spatial ripples spread instantly, a gentle yet absolute force separating the crowd, and the clamor abruptly ceased.
A man in a navy uniform walked slowly towards them, his shadow cast by the sunlight covering the ground. He slightly raised his hand, his eyes calm.
--Trafalgar Law
Luo walked over step by step, slightly raised his hand, and spoke indifferently:
"Calm down, everyone. There are enough seats at the Concert; there's no need to argue here."
The crowd immediately quieted down and dared not cause any more trouble.
Bepo paused for a moment, then lunged forward, grabbing Law's hand with both claws, tears welling in his eyes:
"You're that Rear Admiral Doctor, aren't you! Do you understand my love for Miss Uta?!"
"Do you understand the perseverance we have in queuing at 3 a. m.?!"
Luo's eyebrows twitched, and he replied in a deep voice, "... I'm a surgeon, not a psychologist."
"Whoa--!"
Bepo burst into tears, his fur standing on end, and his wailing was loud enough to be heard throughout the entire backstage area.
The scene became comical, with members of the fan club hurriedly pulling him back and frantically trying to comfort him.
Seeing this scene, Luo's usually indifferent expression revealed a rare smile, and he said calmly:
"What a strange guy..."
He gently patted Bepo on the shoulder, his tone unusually gentle. "... Persistence isn't necessarily a bad thing."
Bepo immediately stopped crying and started laughing, his eyes shining like stars. "Doctor!! So you understand me after all!!"
Luo did not respond, but pulled down the brim of his hat and continued to maintain order.
However, a surprising thought arose in his mind, "After the Concert... perhaps I can observe this bear again."
"I don't know why, but seeing him always makes me feel at ease..."
The sunlight was bright, and the stage lights shone down as the two figures passed each other.
A cool and rational surgeon, and a passionate and straightforward fan.
During this grand celebration, an unexpected and harmonious understanding emerged.
Meanwhile, Harbor in the Sabaody Archipelago
The sea breeze surged, and the Warships in the Harbor slowly approached the shore.
The anchor chain crashed down, the deck door slowly opened, and a squad of soldiers in naval uniforms marched down in orderly formation.
Leading the way was a man wearing Rear Admiral's cloak.
He was tall and strong, his physique accentuating the lines of his military uniform, yet he casually paired it with white trousers and a pink heart-patterned shirt.
He had a cigarette dangling from his lips, and his half-closed eyes held a hint of languor, exuding a carefree yet roguish charm.
--Rosinante, currently Rear Admiral.
"Wow, this Concert is packed with people..."
He lazily exhaled a puff of smoke, a faint smile playing on his lips, but his peripheral vision caught sight of the young figure hurrying past him.
That's Baby-5.
Today she was wearing a crisp navy uniform, her waist neatly cinched, and her Ink-Colored Hair tied up, which accentuated her beautiful face.
But at this moment, her steps were somewhat hurried, and her eyes were slightly red.
Seeing this, Rosinante raised an eyebrow and smirked, saying in a nonchalant tone, "Well—if you want to see Rosinante, just ask for leave."
"They even used a security mission as an excuse to come over, is that really necessary?"
"Ah--! Rosinante!!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Baby-5's face flushed red, she paused, stomped her foot angrily, and retorted in a hurry:
"I... I didn't do it for that idiot Luo!!"
"I'm here on a security mission!! I didn't come here on purpose!!"
She clenched her fists tightly, speaking rapidly, but her voice trembled slightly with guilt.
Rosinante exhaled a smoke ring with a "whoosh," the smoke dissipating in the wind, and gently patted her shoulder.
"Alright, alright, carry out the security mission."
"However, this is just reinforcement to maintain order. Nami, Luffy, Law, and the others are all there, so there won't be any problems with order."
He paused, then gave a more meaningful smile, his tone casual. "So... go ahead~ Remember not to neglect your 'important business'."
Baby-5 was stunned for a moment, then blushed instantly, her eyes shining like stars.
She still maintained a solemn military posture and snapped to attention, giving a standard military salute.
"Thank you, sir!!"
The next instant, the figure vanished in a blur, disappearing into the wind of the Harbor.
Rosinante paused for a moment, then shook his head and laughed, flicking his cigarette butt into the sea. Gazing at the distant, bustling crowd and stage lights, he couldn't help but sigh softly:
"Young people these days... are much more frank than we were back then."
The stage was brightly Flame, and the ribbons and music brought the entire Sabaody to a climax.
Tens of thousands of spectators cheered and shouted, and the Den Den Mushi) images from all over the world were broadcast simultaneously, with the whole world sharing in this celebration.
--Just then, in the backstage Rest Room.
"Click--"
The door was slowly pushed open, and a tall figure draped in a cloak silently slipped in.
His pupils contracted sharply as he glanced at the scene.
Gordon lay on the ground, his forehead covered in cold sweat and his face deathly pale.
The figure rushed forward, knelt down on one knee to help him up, and asked urgently in a low voice, "Gordon! What happened?! Where's Uta?!"
"Hmm... Ugh--"
Gordon slowly woke up as he was patted, his eyes glazed over. When he saw who it was, he was jolted awake.
"You... you are--!"
That familiar Red-Hair slipped down the cloak and came into view.
Gordon's pupils contracted sharply, and he instantly regained consciousness, his voice hoarse but extremely urgent:
"Shanks!! Quick... stop Uta!!"
Outside the stage, the cheers of the audience were reaching their peak.
The "Songstress" is about to make her debut!