Fish-Man Island waters.
A battlefield of pure carnage.
Gales screamed across the sea as the ocean itself howled in agony.
"Father!! Wake up!!"
Monkey D. Dragon was drenched in blood, the deep-green cloak that symbolized the Revolutionary Army's leader torn to shreds. He swung his Wind Sword again and again as his awakened Storm-Storm Fruit distorted the sky and sea. Thousands of cyan wind blades surged forward like a raging grinder, each one layered with top-tier Armament Haki—power said to be able to cleave even the Red Line.
This was Dragon at full strength.
A force that rivaled the Four Emperors and shook the world.
Yet standing before him was a single man.
His father.
"Kill."
Monkey D. Garp, restored to his absolute peak, showed no emotion. His eyes were pitch-black, filled only with obedience to his master's will.
He neither dodged nor countered with technique.
He simply clenched his fist—and punched.
Boom!!!
The air compressed into a visible mass, bursting forward like a divine cannon. Dragon's storm domain shattered instantly. Wind blades, Haki, momentum—everything collapsed under that single strike.
Dragon was blasted backward, crashing through the wreckage of multiple warships before finally collapsing amid debris.
He coughed violently, blood spilling freely.
Despair.
No matter how refined his techniques, no matter how powerful his Haki…
Against the Marine Hero at his peak, one punch was enough.
"So this… is Father at his strongest…" Dragon laughed bitterly.
Only now did he truly understand the monsters Roger and Rocks had once faced.
"It's over, traitor."
Garp appeared above him in an instant—so fast that even Observation Haki couldn't track it.
Both fists tightened, Armament Haki surging and overflowing with crackling black lightning. The surrounding space warped under the pressure.
This was the culmination of a lifetime.
"Bone Fist — Secret Technique — Infinite Galaxy."
Boom!!!!!!
The strike fell.
For a heartbeat, the world went silent.
Then a blinding flash swallowed the sea.
A circular shockwave erupted outward, flattening everything in its path. The surrounding waters were driven away, exposing the seabed itself. Ships vanished. Armies disappeared.
When the light finally faded—
Only a vast crater remained.
Garp stood at its edge, his Justice coat snapping in the wind.
At the bottom lay nothing but a shattered Wind Sword.
Monkey D. Dragon, leader of the Revolutionary Army—
Gone.
---
High above, aboard the Uchiha starship.
Tobirama Senju sat on his throne, slowly swirling his wine glass as he observed the aftermath.
"Tsk… how ruthless," he remarked calmly.
"To strike down your own son. Truly worthy of the title 'Hero.'"
With Dragon dead, the farce should have ended.
And yet—
Tobirama's gaze shifted.
There were still a few "flowers" on this battlefield worth preserving.
His eyes locked onto several figures:
Belo Betty, flag still clenched in her hands.
Ginny, battered but unbroken.
And members of the Donquixote Family—Baby 5, Monet, and Viola.
"Letting you die down there would be a waste," Tobirama said lightly.
He reached out.
Amenotejikara — Group Displacement.
In a flash, the women vanished from the battlefield and reappeared on the spacious deck of the Uchiha starship, surrounded by lightning-clad Valkyries.
"Welcome," Tobirama said indifferently.
"Compared to turning into dust below, kneeling here is the better option."
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Below, chaos erupted anew.
Among the Seven Warlords' faction, Donquixote Doflamingo staggered upright, using his String-String Fruit to stabilize his damaged body. The shockwave had nearly finished him.
"Dragon is dead… the Emperors are gone…" he muttered, terror filling his hidden eyes.
"This world… is finished."
Then he saw it.
Baby-5. Monet. Viola.
Standing unharmed on Tobirama's ship.
Doflamingo froze—then laughed.
"So that's it… my only way out."
His fingers twitched.
"Parasite String."
Invisible threads shot out, seizing nearby allies. In an instant, former comrades turned their blades on one another.
"Doflamingo?! Have you lost your mind?!" someone shouted.
"Allies?" Doflamingo sneered.
"Don't insult me."
He cut them down without hesitation, then turned toward the sky.
Kneeling.
Prostrating himself completely.
"Great Uchiha Emperor!" he cried, voice overflowing with submission.
"These women are my offerings! I beg Your Majesty—accept this dog!"
The battlefield fell silent in disbelief.
Shameless.
Utterly shameless.
Yet Tobirama laughed.
"Interesting," he said.
"Trash, but practical."
"Very well."
His voice descended like a verdict.
"Doflamingo, I appoint you as the Empire's… Underground Black Market Manager."
"Guard the filth for me."
Doflamingo's face lit up with manic joy.
"Thank you for your boundless mercy! Woof!"
Thus, the alliance collapsed completely.
Dragon was dead.
Garp was enslaved.
Doflamingo knelt.
And the rest… were nothing more than debris waiting to be swept away.