"As long as we cut off that channel, we can weaken their fighting power to a great extent."
Fujitora suddenly raised his head, his sightless eyes "looking" toward the direction of the New World.
His cane sword tapped lightly against the floor, and an invisible wave of gravity spread outward, making the documents on the table tremble slightly.
"So many powerful people gathered under one man…"
His voice was low, like muffled thunder.
His Observation Haki pierced through the curtain of rain, as though he could see scenes thousands of miles away.
The banquet on Onigashima.
Germa's laboratories.
The unrest on the far side of the Red Line.
"Where, exactly, is this sea going to flow?"
Fujitora slowly lifted his head.
His face was cold and calm, like a weathered statue that had endured endless storms yet remained unshaken.
Those already sightless eyes seemed even deeper now, as if they held countless secrets.
They slowly "gazed" toward the distant and mysterious New World.
He held that unique cane sword in his hand and lightly touched its tip to the floor.
In the next instant, a strange force quietly spread outward from the point of contact, forming an invisible yet immensely powerful gravity wave.
The wave rippled like circles spreading across water, expanding rapidly in every direction. Wherever it passed, even the air seemed to compress and twist slightly.
The neatly arranged documents on the table began to tremble under the influence of that power, the papers rubbing against one another with faint rustling sounds, as if whispering of the great change that was about to arrive.
"So many powerful people gathered under one man…"
Fujitora's voice was deep and heavy, like thunder rolling through the clouds, carrying a force that made the heart tighten.
Every syllable seemed to carry the weight of a thousand tons, echoing through the silent room.
At the same time, his powerful Observation Haki passed through the dense rain like invisible feelers stretching into the distance.
In his mind, clear scenes gradually emerged.
On Onigashima, a grand and luxurious banquet was taking place, laughter, wine, and fine food intertwined together, yet beneath it all, hidden currents were surging.
Inside Germa's laboratory, advanced machines flashed with eerie light while scientists busied themselves with unknown experiments.
Their focus and the tense atmosphere revealed how unusual everything had become.
And on the far side of the Red Line, faint unrest could also be felt, with the noise of crowds and the clash of weapons blending into a chaotic wave.
"Where, exactly, is this sea going to flow?"
Fujitora murmured again, a trace of worry and confusion showing in his expression.
He knew very well that behind these seemingly isolated events, there might be an enormous conspiracy capable of changing the entire balance of the pirate world.
And what role would he play in this era of rising storms?
The road ahead was full of unknowns and challenges, but his gaze remained firm.
He was already prepared to face whatever came.
...
Inside the conference room, the scattered discussions that had filled the air suddenly stopped.
The entire space went quiet in an instant, so silent that even a needle dropping to the floor could have been heard clearly.
Everyone's gaze focused in the same direction.
Fujitora held his cold, imposing cane sword, its tip steadily pointing toward the sea chart spread out on the table.
On the chart, the core territory of the mysterious and powerful Eternal Divine Kingdom was clearly marked.
At that critical position, Ron's silhouette stood out sharply, like a silent declaration of challenge.
Around it were the symbols of Kaido, Big Mom, and Whitebeard.
Those marks, each representing the power of an Emperor, hung over that stretch of sea like heavy storm clouds, making everyone feel an invisible pressure.
In that tense atmosphere, Ryokugyu Aramaki slowly spat out the grass root he had been chewing for a long time.
His eyes showed firmness and boldness.
As a Woods-Woods Fruit ability user, strange natural power surged around him.
In an instant, countless thick vines burst out from the cracks in the conference room floor like flood dragons emerging from the sea, growing wildly with vigorous life force.
"Let me go."
Ryokugyu Aramaki's voice was loud and powerful, breaking the brief silence.
He continued laying out his plan.
"With my ability, after entering the Eternal Divine Kingdom's territory, I can grow a 'Demon Forest' there. That forest will become a natural barrier, completely cutting off their land connections and forcing them to struggle on both ends."
As his words fell, the wildly growing vines began weaving together with clever precision, gradually forming an exquisite miniature terrain map.
The map vividly displayed the complex plant-spreading routes between the islands of the Grand Line, presenting the ecological arteries of the entire sea before everyone's eyes.
However, Momousagi clearly did not agree with this proposal.
Konpira suddenly slid three inches from its sheath, and a sharp burst of sword energy erupted like lightning cutting through space, severing Ryokugyu's carefully grown vines at the roots.
She lifted her chin slightly, her eyes filled with confidence and urgency.
"Too slow."
Her slender fingertips gently brushed across the blade, feeling the cold metal as she spoke decisively.
"In my opinion, we should form a special decapitation unit. I'll lead it myself and launch a direct surprise strike, catching them off guard."
"No!"
Sengoku slammed his palm down on the table, the massive sound echoing through the silent conference room.
His expression was heavy, his brows locked tightly as he warned them sternly.
"Moving against Ron rashly right now would be no different from declaring war on three Emperors at once! That would trigger an unprecedented war across the sea. The consequences would be unimaginable."
Magellan, the usually silent Warden of Impel Down, suddenly spoke.
His masked face showed little emotion, but a drop of poison quietly fell from the edge of the mask, making a faint sizzling sound.
He slowly uttered three words.
"Use the SSG."
Those simple words seemed to possess a strange power, freezing the already tense air in an instant.
A sharp reflection flashed across Kizaru's sunglasses, which had been resting lazily on the bridge of his nose, as if the term had stirred something in him.
The coffee in Aokiji's hand froze solid in that same instant, proof of just how heavy the impact of those words was.
Sengoku frowned, his face filled with concern.
"That plan is still in the experimental stage. There are far too many uncertainties and risks."
Magellan remained unmoved.
Poison continued seeping from the edge of his mask, corroding three clear letters into the floor.
SSG.
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