Gathering, the Seven Warlords of the Sea

"Is it really that exaggerated? Thirty-eight years have passed since the battle at God Valley. That guy should be a middle-aged man like Kaido by now, or an old man."

"Don't be careless. He has the Lineage Factor of the Ope Ope no Mi and possesses research capabilities no less than Vegapunk's. Immortality is only a matter of time for him."

"However, I didn't expect even this person to possess such strength. If it weren't for his carefree personality, the future of this world would be truly unpredictable..."

Jaigolusia Satan sighed, then turned his gaze to the back of Figarando Green.

"His demeanor and strength undoubtedly best represent those of Celestial Dragons, but limited by his age, he cannot yet handle problems with the maturity of an adult..."

"Therefore, the God's Knights, the strongest force under our command, will be handed over to you for personal command, Figarando Garin Saint."

With a nonchalant expression, Figarando Garin nodded slightly, his expression bearing a striking resemblance to Shanks in the image, except for the scar on his left eye.

"Since it's a request from the Five Elders, how could I dare to refuse? But that child is proud and arrogant, after all, he inherited their bloodline..."

Bang!

The coffee table was overturned, and the Five Elders all looked displeased. Figarando Garin, realizing he had spoken out of turn, remained silent, and the atmosphere fell into silence.

"In any case, he is the best candidate to destroy the Four Emperors, end the era, and extinguish the flames of revolution. He must become the Celestial Dragons ' strongest sword!"

Faced with the dilemma thrown at him by the Five Elders, Figarando Garin repeatedly shook his head.

"From the first moment I met him, I knew he was the kind of guy who wouldn't listen to anyone, let alone someone weaker than him. He was practically a living Ancient Weapon."

"It's quite difficult for me to guide this kind of person without leaving a trace..."

"Sigh, if we hadn't been in such a rush and had obtained Vegapunk's Authority Chip first, things wouldn't have become so complicated. The self-destruct device I left inside him would probably have been erased by him."

Jaigolusia Satan's words left the other Five Elders horrified.

"The end of an era is just around the corner. Hopefully, nothing will go wrong at this crucial moment..."

Izambalon V. Nassuro looked worried, while Jaigolusia Satan shook his head slightly.

"That one is his after all... there shouldn't be any problems. Even among the Celestial Dragons, there are very few who can compare to Doflamingo."

"Some animals in nature also know how to care for their families; his answers in etiquette class also..."

"The answer can be fake. We do not have the power he possesses, nor do we know how he depicts the world. At necessary moments, we must be extremely vigilant."

"The shadows that shrouded the conference room were the source of their confidence to talk so loudly," Marcus Mazsan said in a loud voice.

However, the Five Elders and the two commanders of the God's Knights were unaware that at that moment, inside the Flower Room, a child with a tender appearance had a glint in his eyes and swallowed five grapes in one gulp.

"Young Master, please don't eat too fast, be careful not to choke."

The maid, who looked very much like Imu, whispered words of advice. The child remained silent, only glancing around at the Flower Room blooming flowers and lush grass.

"Eternal blooming is nothing but decay behind it. Even the most beautiful flowers will eventually wither. Nothing can last forever."

The maid, terrified and frozen in place, was at a loss. The child, bored out of his mind, watched as countless particles of light dissipated into the air.

"No, no, we must report to Lord Imu immediately..."

Just as the maid was about to leave, her watery eyes suddenly trembled, her whole body twisted and contorted, and she finally disappeared among the Flower Room.

"I... M... Lord!"

At the Marine Headquarters, in a small town under Marineford, squads of naval personnel were on high alert, their expressions tense.

"Will... will it really come?"

"Stop chatting here, these guys are all vicious pirates, they're here!"

The numerous naval personnel all turned their gazes toward the warships, where a figure in a pink cloak, with a mysterious smile on his lips, strode into the conference room with an exaggerated gait.

Behind him, a large, burly man followed silently, carrying books in his arms.

"Heavenly Yaksha, Donquixote Doflamingo; Tyrant, Bartholomew Kuma!"

Before the group could react with surprise, another warship docked at the shore. Moonlight Moriah, his body wrapped in bandages, snorted and stepped into the conference room.

"Gecko Moriah, how did he become like this?"

"I heard they were defeated by the Straw Hat Kid who appeared in the East Blue..."

The next moment, a strange laugh rang out, and several men whom the naval soldiers had never seen before led a group of subordinates from the naval warship toward the group.

"Hahaha! This is the Marine Headquarters? It's really impressive. I'll build a base like this someday."

"We were able to enter Marine Headquarters safely entirely thanks to the captain's name, Wess!"

Although we don't know who he is, we can roughly determine his identity based on his recent title Seven Warlords of the Sea.

"Blackbeard, Marshall D. Teach."

After a long wait, a warship slowly docked at the port.

After the figure holding the long sword landed, he seemed to sense a familiar aura. His eyes were filled with coldness and anger, but he still chose to enter the conference room alone.

Who is this?

"The Surgeon of Death, Trafalgar Law, a madman who traded the hearts of five hundred pirates for the position of the Seven Warlords of the Sea."

"What a madman! Being around these guys is mentally torture... Hey, hey! What are you looking at!"

Following the gaze of their companions, whose eyes had long since turned into hearts, the stunningly beautiful woman gracefully descended the stairs, instantly captivating all the naval soldiers present.

"The Pirate Empress, Lady Boa Hancock!"

"She's the most beautiful goddess I've ever seen! I'd be willing to be your dog, quack!"

Before the commotion had subsided, the cold, indifferent sword energy pressed against their throats, jolting all the sailors who had been lost in their lustful desires back to reality.

A coffin-like boat came from afar, with its black cross sword and sharp eyes like an eagle, so that all the navy present did not dare to look at it.

"The World's Strongest Swordsman, Hawkeye, Dracule Mihawk!"

Before anyone could even marvel, a dog-headed warship slowly docked at the port, and Hero of the Marines Garp, along with Fleet Admiral Sengoku, entered the conference room.

The tense atmosphere has become even more severe at this moment.