Grand Line, Sabaody Archipelago.
Human Auction House No. 1.
"You said… you want to kill me?"
Saint Charlos froze, his face twisting with disbelief and rage. The golden pistol in his hand trembled.
Then he burst into hysterical laughter.
"Hahahaha! Are you insane, commoner?!"
"I am a Celestial Dragon! Saint Charlos! A descendant of the Creators!"
"In this world, even the air you breathe is bestowed by us! And you dare threaten me?!"
He hadn't even grasped who stood before him.
In his warped mind, no one would ever dare touch a Celestial Dragon on Sabaody. Even an Admiral would kneel.
"CP0!" Saint Charlos shrieked, pointing the pistol straight at Tobirama.
"Seize him! Break his limbs! I want him as my mount!"
"And that woman—strip her and bring her here!"
Stella trembled violently in Tobirama's arms, clutching his clothes, tears falling uncontrollably.
"Please… don't…"
Tobirama gently patted her back, calm and unhurried. Then he raised his eyes.
The tomoe within his Rinnegan rotated slowly, radiating a chilling cruelty.
"At first, I planned to simply swat a fly," he said.
"But your mouth is too filthy."
"If you want to see limbs broken…"
"Then we'll start with your dogs."
His gaze swept across the CP0 agents preparing to move.
In the next instant, eerie black flames ignited without warning.
Screams rang out—but only briefly.
When the flames vanished, the CP0 squad was gone, leaving nothing behind.
The auction house fell into absolute silence.
Disco collapsed where he stood. Several nobles fainted on the spot.
Only Saint Charlos remained, staring blankly at the empty floor, his arrogance draining away into pure terror.
"My guards… where are my guards?!"
"You—what are you?!"
Before he could react, Tobirama disappeared.
A heavy boot came down with overwhelming force.
Saint Charlos was slammed into the ground, his weapon shattered, his bubble helmet bursting apart. He wailed, thrashing helplessly.
"So this is a 'Creator,'" Tobirama said, looking down at him with open disdain.
"Why do you scream like livestock?"
"P-please… let me go…" Charlos sobbed, tears and mucus streaking his face.
Hatred boiled inside him, but before he could even form the thought—
"You want revenge?" Tobirama said coldly.
"Waiting for an Admiral?"
The pressure on Tobirama's foot increased, silencing him.
"Your thoughts are obvious," Tobirama continued.
"I was going to end this quickly."
"But that would be far too merciful."
He lifted his head, gazing into the air beyond the ceiling.
"I want the whole world to see."
"To see what the 'gods' look like when they face death."
"Worldwide broadcast."
The air vibrated.
Across the seas—Marine bases, civilian homes, pirate ships—every screen went dark at once.
Then an image appeared.
A silver-haired man stood calmly, one foot pinning down a sobbing Celestial Dragon.
Saint Charlos wailed into the camera, begging incoherently for mercy.
The world went silent.
Marineford.
Sengoku stared at the screen in horror. The cup slipped from his hand and shattered.
"That's Sabaody…!"
His face drained of color.
"He's broadcasting it… to everyone…"
Technicians rushed in, frantic.
"We can't stop it! All signals are locked!"
Sengoku sank back into his chair.
Meanwhile, in Mary Geoise, the Five Elders stared in fury as Tobirama's image filled the chamber.
"Is this the god you chose?" Tobirama asked calmly.
Saint Charlos screamed beneath his foot.
"Watch carefully," Tobirama said.
"Watch your authority crumble."
Back in the auction house, Tobirama faced the camera.
"Louder," he ordered.
Under terror and illusion, Saint Charlos broke completely, sobbing and debasing himself before the world.
Tobirama finally stepped back.
He guided Stella forward.
"This woman," he said evenly, "is mine."
"And you—"
Golden chakra gathered in his palm, brilliant and unforgiving.
"This is your judgment."
"For every life you trampled."
"Execution begins."