You Two, Have a Fight
Holy Land Mary Geoise
At the summit of the Red Line, shrouded in mist, a golden dome reflects the brilliance of the heavens, and the Celestial Dragons' palace complex floats above the clouds.
At this moment, deep within the Holy Temple, in the "Room of Authority," the Five Elders sat at the five corners of a rectangular table.
The air was thick with the smoke of Cigars and a somber atmosphere, while the candlelight flickered, illuminating faces that had remained steadfast through the changing times.
A stack of the latest classified documents lay open on the table, the photograph on top of it strikingly visible in the light.
Two charred corpses blackened by lightning, and a CP0 agent severely burned, his body wrapped in bandages, undergoing emergency treatment.
The silence lasted only three seconds.
"That's outrageous!!"
"Bang--!"
Saint Nusjuro slammed his fist on the table in fury, causing the gold-rimmed teacup to shatter from the vibration. Shards of the shattered tea spilled onto the floor, and scalding tea trickled down the edges of the documents.
A drop of light fell onto the photograph of the corpse scorched by lightning, producing a barely audible hissing sound.
His face was ashen, and his voice echoed through the dome, "They have completely lost all fear of our authority!!"
"They even dared to lay a hand on CP0, our most loyal eyes and blades!"
"This is not just rebellion, it's blatant provocation!"
Saint Shepherd Ju Peter slowly raised his head, his golden eyebrows revealing a gaze as cold as ice.
"Punk Hazard..."
"A few days ago, violent energy fluctuations were detected in that sea area."
The dispatched CP reconnaissance team failed to gather any intelligence, Vegapunk...
He paused, his eyes turning cold. "There's a problem too."
With a heavy thud, the dull metallic sound of Saint Warcury's scepter echoed across the ground.
"The Navy—" he growled in a low voice, "Is completely out of our control!"
"Sakazuki, Roy... those 'wild dogs,' they've now become wolves biting their master!"
He abruptly rose to his feet, his cloak billowing, and roared, "And with the demise of the Pirates, the old order is crumbling!"
"Those 'countries' actually have people who dare to refuse to pay the Heavenly Tribute?!"
He gripped the scepter tightly with both hands, his anger almost igniting the air.
"Why should those ants refuse God's charity?!"
His words boomed through the hall, echoing between the golden walls and reliefs. Saint Mars slowly raised his hand, stopping his roar; his voice was hoarse, yet steady and powerful.
We must take action.
His gaze swept over the photograph on the table, and he said, word by word:
"In the past two years, although Roy has not taken any direct action, his troops have been frequently active, almost secretly reshaping the entire naval structure."
At this point, the four of them turned their heads almost simultaneously, their gazes falling on the last person at the end of the long table.
--Scientific Warrior God of Science and Defense Figarland Saint Garling.
He was still wearing those sunglasses, his hands clasped together, sitting quietly.
The candlelight reflected a cold light off his glasses, obscuring his eyes but conveying a sense of oppressive pressure that seemed to pierce the heart.
After a moment, he slightly raised his head.
"I see."
A fleeting glint of malice flashed in his eyes behind the sunglasses. "Since they've chosen to break away from God's order—"
"Then let them witness the 'God's Wrath' once again."
The wind blew in through the high window.
The flickering candlelight cast five overlapping shadows, intertwined on the world map in the center of the round table, like five fingers firmly grasping the entire ocean in their palms.
And this palm—
It is slowly tightening.
Mary Geoise Holy Knights
Light streamed through the heavy stained-glass dome, casting its glow on the platinum-paved floor, making the entire hall appear solemn and cold.
--The headquarters of the Holy Knights.
This is an area within the Holy Land that even ordinary Celestial Dragons dare not tread upon casually. They possess the right to judge Celestial Dragons and are known as "God's Razor."
Shamrock sat on the long steps, sunlight falling on his upper body and illuminating his cold and sharp face.
He was quietly sharpening the longsword at his waist, the blade gleaming in the golden light, its edge reflecting his slightly narrowed eyes.
Cold and focused, yet unable to conceal a hint of restlessness.
Footsteps came from the end of the corridor.
Shamrock frowned slightly, his hands continuing their work, but he simply raised his eyes and spoke softly:
"What's wrong? Is something the matter?"
His tone was flat, but beneath that indifference lingered a simmering resentment.
The person stopped behind him.
Red-Hair fluttered in the wind, sunlight streamed through the high window, illuminating the deep red strands of hair, making them look like blood or the setting sun.
--The current Commander of the Holy Knights, Saint Shanks.
He gazed silently at his elder brother, the light in his eyes indescribably complex.
It was neither anger nor hatred, but more like an inescapable sense of helplessness.
He stood beside Shamrock, remained silent for a few seconds, and then spoke in a low voice:
"That matter,"
His tone was low, carrying an unusual seriousness and a hint of suppressed emotion.
I hope you—don't do it.
Shamrock's hand paused for a moment.
The sword's edge trembled slightly in the air, the sound crisp yet as cold as shattering glass.
He slowly raised his head, a cold, ambiguous smile playing on his lips.
"Shanks Saint,"
He said coldly, "Since when have you been able to interfere with the Five Elders' arrangements?"
"Or are you saying you intend to defy even the will of God?"
At that moment, the air seemed to freeze.
Shanks' expression remained unchanged; he simply gazed silently at the other man.
Marine Headquarters Marineford
The last rays of the setting sun shone on the Harbor of the Marine Headquarters.
The giant ship slowly approached the shore, its flags Hunting Roar in the wind.
Sakazuki stood at the foreground of the deck, his cloak billowing in the wind, while Enel leaned lazily against the railing, munching on fruit and humming a tune.
"Tsk--It's such a hassle to come back by boat~"
Sakazuki glanced at him. "Stop talking nonsense and come with me to the meeting."
The Warship slowly entered the harbor, and the soldiers on the dock stood in formation to salute, raising their flags high.
They stepped onto the Flagship and headed straight for the Marine Headquarters meeting room.
--The heavy door was pushed open.
Inside the meeting room, the lighting was soft yet solemn.
At the center of the long table, Sengoku sat upright in the Head Seat, his white hair neatly arranged, his face composed.
On the left—Tsuru, Borsalino, Gion, Tokikake, and others took their seats in that order;
On the right are high-ranking Navy officers such as Garp, Zephyr, Kuzan, and Roy.
When Sakazuki and Enel entered, everyone nodded slightly in greeting.
Sakazuki remained calm, bowed slightly in acknowledgment, and then sat down next to the crane.
Enel didn't have a formal seat; he simply leaned casually against the wall at the back of the conference room.
Sengoku gently tapped the table, and the "thump" sounded like a deep bell, instantly bringing everyone back to their senses.
He looked around, his expression unusually serious.
"Gentlemen, the main topics of today's meeting of high-ranking military officers are—"
He paused, then said in a low, firm voice, "The choice of Fleet Admiral."
The entire arena fell silent. Everyone exchanged glances. Garp paused in his Senbei motion, while Kizaru and Roy simply smiled at each other.
Sengoku continued, "A successor to the Fleet Admiral will be chosen from among Sakazuki and Kuzan."
A few low gasps rippled through the conference room.
Sengoku's gaze swept back and forth among the crowd, as if he was suppressing something. Suddenly, a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
That smile sent a chill down everyone's spine.
"I'm old, I'm too lazy to think about it, so I've made a decision."
"Let's do as Roy suggests."
"Huh???"
Roy was stunned, and almost jumped off his chair.
"Hey! Fleet Admiral, you promised you wouldn't mention me!"
Pretending not to hear, Sengoku cleared his throat and continued to announce in a solemn tone:
"Sakazuki, Kuzan-- "
"You two~"
Let's fight!
The air froze instantly.
The meeting room was completely silent, then the next second—
Garp "poof--" spat out shavings of Senbei.
Zephyr slammed his hand on the table, almost making Kizaru burst out laughing, Gion's teacup trembled in surprise.
Even the usually serious crane touched its forehead with its hand, a rare occurrence for it.
"What?!!"
Many mid-ranking naval officers exclaimed in surprise.