POV Change
Somewhere inside Mary Geoise, inside a flower room, someone—no, something—could be seen. Whoever they were, they seemed to be playing inside the flower room, butterflies fluttering around them.
They were enjoying their time. Nature surely was beautiful.
This person was none other than the ruler of the world.
The one who sat upon the Empty Throne.
The leader of the Gorosei, the one who gifted the Holy Knights immortality.
Lord Imu.
As they were enjoying themself, their brow furrowed slightly.
Something was off.
Something was wrong in Imu's world.
"What trespass is this?" Imu murmured, their voice calm yet sharp. "This gate was not meant to stir."
The confusion in their voice was evident.
This Abyss portal was meant to remain closed for a long while. It was their own private passage, one they alone could command—summoning whom they willed.
None could enter without their permission.
And yet, for some reason, it was lighting up.
As Imu drew closer—
A dense Haki flooded the flower room.
Not enough to bring the ruler of the world to their knees; they had once endured Joy Boy's Haki before.
But it angered them.
Greatly.
"Who dares profane Mu's dominion?" Imu's voice echoed, cold and absolute.
The Haki began to take shape.
Imu could see it clearly.
The Voice of All Things—will given form.
Someone's Haki fused into one coherent existence.
Since all things were bound through Haki, this intruder had made a copy of themself—a reflection of their own vibration, their will made manifest.
Imu knew of only one people capable of such mastery.
"You..." Imu whispered.
"Oh, greetings, Your Majesty," the clone said, offering a mocking bow, a smile carved into its shadowy lips.
"Thou seemest ill at ease to behold me," Kairo continued lightly. "Doth my presence trouble thee so, pookie?"
Though it bore no true features, it resembled a being formed entirely of shadow.
"Thou shalt not address Mu with such insolence," Imu said, fury seeping into their voice. "Thou art but a blemish upon Mu's world."
Kairo smiled wider. Rage-baiting Imu was far too entertaining.
"Then let us speak plainly," Kairo said, his gaze sharpening. "You slaughtered my people—though they committed no sin."
"Thy kind were an imperfection," Imu replied coldly. "And imperfection must be erased, that Mu's world may stand whole."
Kairo's smile vanished.
"Then hear me well, Your Highness. Guard thy secrets tightly—for when I claim them, the whole world shall behold thy filth."
"Dost thou threaten Mu?" Imu's Haki flared violently. "Thinkest thou a mere whelp may unravel Mu's design?"
"That is no threat," Kairo replied calmly. "It is inevitability. I shall find the bearer of that fruit—and when I do, every hidden truth thou hast buried shall be laid bare."
Imu's Haki surged, ready to erase the impudent rat from existence.
But Kairo was already fading.
"Until then," his voice echoed, "remain upon thy throne. When next we meet, I shall bring Him with me."
That day, in Mary Geoise, the king of the world felt true anger for the first time in ages.
The last one who dared such defiance had been respectfully put in a pack.
This Lunarien would be no different.
Now, it was time to hunt.
Imu's gaze fell upon the severed head left behind.
This bastard had the audacity.
Meanwhile, Kairo's expression was ice-cold.
A Den-Den Mushi rested in his hand, recording everything—the slaughter of the Navy, the Holy Knight's words, all of it.
"I'm sure a certain bird would love this," he said quietly.
Big News Morgans would hear of what happened today—before the Navy could spin their propaganda.
This was a war of information.
And as a shinobi whose clan possessed technology eight hundred years beyond the current era, Kairo could move information faster than any low-ranking grunt ever could.
With that, Kairo teleported to Iceburg.
"I have a favor to ask," Kairo said, breaking the silence.
Iceburg stiffened. "What is it?"
"I have a deal for you," Kairo continued. "In exchange for you sending this to Morgans—Big News Morgans—you gain leverage over the World Government."
Iceburg frowned. "Leverage? That sounds like a good way to get myself sniped."
Kairo cleared his throat.
"Your city has the eyes of the world. It's bustling—crowded. Many witnessed what happened today. And with the Sea Train, news will spread regardless."
Iceburg listened closely.
"The World Government will attempt to contain it. They may brand survivors as terrorists. But if the truth is revealed—the real events—the damage to their image will be catastrophic."
Iceburg understood now.
He could play the mediator.
Publicly correct the Government's narrative, appear righteous, and in doing so extort vast resources under the guise of cooperation.
The Government salvages part of its image.
Iceburg gains power, funding, protection.
And if he were to conveniently disappear afterward?
All eyes would turn to the World Government.
They would be forced onto the back foot.
Exactly where Kairo wanted them.
And yes, Kairo had called the leader of the world Pookie, that wasnt him, that fucking soul in his body was affecting him more than he thought.
Oh well, he could manage.
A/N
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