Team Fight!

New Holy Land Mary Geoise

The holy site is no longer sacred.

Mary Geoise, the pinnacle city-state that symbolized centuries of "world orthodoxy," was now as silent as a mythical graveyard.

The Celestial Dragons are long extinct.

The Golden Temple was recast into a new altar, with the "Wheel of Six Paths" engraved on its top—a symbol personally branded by Uchiha Yoru, representing judgment, faith, and the will to devour the world.

The ruler of this world is no longer a god, but a hunter of gods.

At the summit of the palace, Nagato sat serenely on the central platform, the world seemingly frozen beneath his feet. His ordinary eyes appeared to pierce through layers of clouds, gazing directly to the horizon.

"This is a world where 'navigation' forms the basis of order..."

His tone was calm, yet as weighty as a night bell.

"Pirates, the Navy, the Revolutionary Army... a three-way balance, seemingly harmonious, but fundamentally rotten."

"They have no Chakra, no Ninjutsu Sect... only wandering malice and a faith so empty it's laughable."

He paused, as if recalling something, before slowly uttering the next sentence:

"Just like that era of ninja villages we've long since abandoned... a complete deception."

Konan stood beside him, her gaze coldly fixed on the distant harbor. Ironclad warships sailed beneath the clouds, roaring like steel behemoths.

"On this sea, the definition of justice has never been in deeds, but in the flag."

Her voice was as cold as frost.

"Those who burn, kill, and plunder, once they don the cloak of 'justice,' can be hailed as heroes by the world."

"This is no different from the Ninja World of the past."

Her words caused a brief silence to fall over the room.

"Unfortunately, the Puppet Technique in this world are still at the mechanical level."

Sasori's voice rang out quietly. He was sitting in the shadows, adjusting an exquisite skeletal puppet in his hands. It was a work he had created by fusing the remains of a Marine Rear Admiral, the limbs of Celestial Dragons, and mechanical structures.

"Completely devoid of artistry."

"But the explosion is acceptable."

Deidara leaned against a broken pillar, the sea breeze blowing through him, laughing maniacally, "Gunpowder may be crude and simple in construction, relying entirely on piling up materials, but when it explodes—hmm! it still has a certain thrill, hehehe!"

Hidan brandished his three-section scythe and laughed loudly:

"Did you guys notice? These idiots actually believe in sea gods, sun gods, and some kind of sea kings! Hahahaha!"

He looked up at the sky, his laughter sharp and shrill.

"God? The only god is Lord Night God! I can't wait to smash all those damn temples to smithereens!"

"Don't smash it," Kakuzu coldly interrupted him.

He leaned against the golden pillar, clutching a stack of wanted posters he had seized from the Revolutionary Army's stronghold. He burned each of the papers, each bearing a face and a bounty, until they turned to flames and ashes that drifted between his fingers.

"The greatest advantage of this world is its 'bounty system'."

He spoke in a low voice, a hint of eagerness appearing in his eyes:

"A clearly priced head... a legal and compliant income target."

His fingertips slowly traced the rows of bounty posters, his voice a whisper, yet also a lament:

"Eighty million, one hundred million, three hundred million... These numbers are more exciting than the flow of Chakra."

His gaze finally settled on the blank reward poster at the very top, and his tone suddenly became a little hoarse:

"Unfortunately... the person who posted the bounty has already been eliminated by Lord Ye himself."

Kisame chuckled beside him, baring his fangs:

"Mr. Kakuzu, you've turned the world of One Piece into a 'profit scheme'."

"And we..."

He gazed at the distant sea of blood, where the remnants of the World Government floated at the horizon.

"We are like gods, surveying this barren, decaying land."

His words echoed throughout the palace, resounding like a divine oracle.

It's not about conquering, but about inspecting.

Examine the world they once called "free," examine their beliefs, order, and the phantoms in their collapse.

Outside the palace, Juzo Biwa sat alone on the broken steps, wiping his "Kubikiribōchō" while pouring the ashes of several naval commodores into a blood tank.

"The core material of the new weapon is not hard enough."

He muttered to himself, the blade humming softly at his fingertips.

Kakuzu glanced at him, his tone icy:

"Then keep killing."

A cold wind blew by, and above the tower, the red banner of "Xiao" fluttered in the wind, as if blood were burning.

Nagato remained seated as still as a mountain, his eyes gazing down upon the sacred site that had been transformed into an otherworldly temple, his voice low and deep:

"The World Government has been destroyed, and the remains of the Celestial Dragons are still sinking in the well at the bottom of the Holy Land."

"Now, this place is both a stronghold and a window for judging the world's last breath."

Konan stood beside him, her eyes as cold as ice.

"The world pieced together by names like Pirate King, Four Emperors, Seven Warlords of the Sea, Marine Headquarters, Revolutionary Army... is now just an empty shell."

"There is no divine body, nor a unified faith."

"They are nothing but agents of chaos."

Nagato nodded slightly, her tone as clear as a morning bell:

"Lord Ye entrusted this place to us not to await anyone's counterattack, but to conduct a thorough examination."

"Examine, adjudicate—then settle accounts."

Deidara suddenly held up a new type of bomb extracted from naval wreckage, as excited as a child:

"When those 'supernovas' arrive, I'm going to write the word 'death' on their foreheads—hahahaha!"

"How childish!"

Sasori sneered as he spoke, his Chakra Threads manipulating the new puppet to slowly rise. The new puppet was a fusion of mechanical technology, Ninjutsu patterns, and the remains of Celestial Dragons; its skeleton exposed, it was like the embodiment of a curse.

"Only the art of making corpses speak deserves to be called eternal."

Hidan paced back and forth in frustration, his scythe scraping the ground.

"How many days has it been? Not even a drop of blood!"

"Where have those idiots who believe in the sun god gone? I'm going to tear down their temples and then erect an altar to this Jashin on the ruins—hahahaha!"

"Hidan."

Kisame slowly rose to his feet, Samehada vibrating and whispering behind him.

He gazed at the end of the blood-red staircase in the distance, his tone calm, yet unable to conceal the hunting instincts within him:

"They're here."

The wind fell from the shattered dome, swept across the broken walls and pillars, and brushed against the still-dry blood-red stone steps.

--The remnants of the Straw Hat Pirates have arrived.

They walked through the ruins of the world left behind by Uchiha Yoru, as if traversing a graveyard of a collapsing era.

Zoro walked at the front, his eyes bloodshot, the three swords at his waist trembling slightly, like a bloodthirsty beast awakening.

Sanji closely behind, a cigarette dangling from his lips but unlit, his voice low and hoarse as ashes:

"This is... the last thing."

Nami gripped the weather stick tightly, Robin lowered her eyes, Usopp trembled all over but still tried his best to raise his slingshot.

Brook silently drew his sword, while Chopper clutched the medkit, knowing it was useless. Franky, clad in steel, felt a chilling hope within his chest.

They were once bearers of light, but now only shadows remain.

"No Luffy."

"No Whitebeard, no Ace, no Seven Warlords of the Sea, no Marine Headquarters."

That man... destroyed everything.

Usopp's legs trembled, but he gritted his teeth.

"We... are the Straw Hat Pirates!"