On the training ground of a certain Marine branch in East Blue, the morning sun shone on the neatly arrayed shoulder insignia of the new recruits.
Horn Dale, the burly Branch Vice Admiral, was waving the latest issue of the Marine novel "justice dawn," his dark face flushed with excitement.
"Soldiers! This is what true justice is!" His booming voice scattered the seagulls by the training ground, and the hardcover book in his hand gleamed with gilded light under the sun.
As the pages turned, an illustration showed Kaido kneeling before the Marine flag, bowing in submission.
The eyes of the lined-up new recruits sparkled, their training uniforms still dripping with sweat from their morning run.
A red-haired youth couldn't help but shout, "Vice Admiral! Can you read us the part where Vice Admiral Garp suppressed Red Hair?"
Horn Dale grinned, flipping to the dog-eared page: "'Garp's iron fist, imbued with Armament Haki, Shanks hastily raised his sword to parry, but heard griffon give a pained whimper—'"
His voice suddenly rose an octave, mimicking Garp's tone, "'Brat! Your era will end before it even begins!'"
The new recruits erupted in cheers, some throwing their military caps into the air in excitement.
In the sandbag area by the training ground, several soldiers were imitating the move from the novel where "Akainu's single blow melted through Kaido's dragon scales," their fists thudding against the sandbags.
"See that?!" Horn Dale slapped the novel's cover hard. "This is the true power of the Marine!" He pointed to the rising sun on the distant horizon. "When you complete your training, maybe you'll be able to participate in battles like this!"
In the ranks, a young soldier with round glasses quietly pulled out a notepad from his pocket and wrote on it: "When I catch Straw Hat, I'm going to personally put Sea Stone handcuffs on him, just like it says in the novel..." His gaze was terrifyingly fervent, completely oblivious to the frowning expression of the instructor behind him.
The training ground's broadcast suddenly played Marineford's morning bugle call.
All the soldiers immediately straightened their backs, but their eyes remained glued to the novel in the Vice Admiral's hand. Horn Dale looked at these hot-blooded young men with satisfaction, as if he could already see them sweeping through battlefields in the future.
"Attention, all!" He snapped the book shut. "Two extra hours of training today! If you want to achieve the justice in the novel, start by throwing ten thousand punches!"
"Yes, sir!" The new recruits' replies made the training ground's iron fence hum.
Their marching footsteps were as uniform as war drums, and everyone in their hearts fantasized about the day they would become the heroic generals from the novel.
...
In the "Old Sailor" tavern on the farthest edge of the New World, empty wine bottles and leftover fish bones were scattered on the greasy wooden tables.
In a corner, an old Pirate with graying hair and beard sat alone, the scar over his left eye and his severed right arm silently recounting past bloodshed.
The Marine novel "justice dawn" lay open on the table, turned to its most exciting chapter—Garp single-handedly suppressing Red-Haired Shanks.
"Heh... hahaha..." The old Pirate suddenly let out a hoarse laugh, drawing the attention of several young Pirates nearby.
His calloused fingers caressed the illustration of Garp's majestic figure on the page, and a mocking glint appeared in his cloudy single eye.
"The Marine only dares to dream in novels." He took a strong swig of liquor, then suddenly "rip" tore off the entire page.
The sound of the tearing paper was usually unnoticeable in the noisy tavern, but it instantly silenced the entire hall—because everyone clearly saw the wanted poster he had casually thrown on the ground.
It was an old item from twenty years ago, its edges yellowed and curled, but the signature "Monkey D. Garp" on it was still clear.
Even more striking was the bounty amount: 0 Belli.
"Do you know how I lost this arm?" The old Pirate swayed as he stood up, his empty sleeve dangling from his severed arm. "It was broken by this 'invincible hero' from your novel himself!"
He drunkenly kicked away the book pages at his feet, Garp's image on the fragments being crushed under his boot.
The bartender quietly wiped the sweat from his forehead; the date on that wanted poster was precisely the day after the world-shaking "God Valley Incident."
"If Garp had been half as powerful as he is in the novel back then..." The old Pirate opened another bottle of wine, the liquid dripping down his gray beard onto the wanted poster, "Roger's head would have been his long ago!"
In the corner,
A young Pirate suddenly stood up, but was desperately pulled back by his companion.
The entire tavern was silent, only the old Pirate's cold laughter echoed: "These kids nowadays, do they really think they understand the Sea by reading a few novels?"
He staggered towards the door, and before stepping out, he glanced back at the stunned young people in the room: "Wait until you see Garp's fist with your own eyes... *hiccup*... then come and discuss 'justice' with me!"
The wooden door closed with a "bang," and the sea breeze swirled the torn pages around the room.
....
In the dim hall of Onigashima, Kaido's massive body leaned against the beast-bone throne, holding the latest Marine novel, "justice dawn," in his hand.
When he turned to the illustration depicting himself kneeling in Marineford Plaza, the bulging veins on his forehead suddenly relaxed, followed by a deafening burst of laughter.
"Ugorororo... Interesting! Too interesting!" Kaido's laughter shook loose stones from the cave ceiling. He tore open his clothes, revealing his chest covered in dragon-scale tattoos. "King! Prepare thirty barrels of strong liquor! Queen! You watch me write!"
Queen:???
"Boss, I have to write too!"
"You write what? Just watch me write!"
The entire Onigashima instantly erupted.
Members of the Beasts Pirates rushed through the corridors dragging wine barrels, Queen stumbled over, Kaido kicked away the tea table in front of the throne, and liquor stained the plush carpet like blood.
"Chapter One Hundred!" Kaido's finger struck sparks on the screen. "The title will be 'Marineford Sinks Three Hundred Feet!'" He drunkenly dictated, "Write for me... that Akainu kid, while bathing in magma, I hit him with a club, sending him and his bathtub straight to the Earth's core..."
"...."
...
At the same time,
In the Dressrosa operations center, Ron was browsing the explosive data stream in the backend.
On the holographic screen, the Four Emperors' creative data intertwined and battled like four giant dragons:
- Red Hair's "Inheritance of Will" occupied the moral high ground with its delicate writing style.
- Kaido's "Marine Collapse Record" harvested traffic with its violent aesthetics.
- The Whitebeard Pirates' "Old Era Ship, New Era Declaration" resonated with nostalgic sentiment.
- The Marine's "justice dawn" had full-sea coverage through TikTok-like ad placements.
"Wait..."
Ron suddenly narrowed his eyes, his finger tracing across the empty data.
"Where's Big Mom?"
He pulled up the full network data to confirm repeatedly—in this literary frenzy sweeping the entire network, the Big Mom Pirates were strangely silent.
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