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The half-day wait was a study in controlled tension. The Vortex Pirates did not pace or fret; they honed their edges.
Zoro meticulously cleaned his blades, the soft scrape of cloth on steel a counterpoint to the eerie silence that had fallen over the ravaged island.
Nami recalibrated her Clima-Tact staff, her other hand's fingers dancing over the dials with a meteorologist's precision.
Nojiko sat in a perfect lotus position, her breathing so slow and measured she seemed not to breathe at all, her mind a vast, empty range waiting for targets.
Robin stood at the edge of the destroyed dock, her gaze fixed on the horizon where her past trauma was sailing towards her in the form of ten battleships.
Then, they came.
On the horizon, a line of dark specks grew with terrifying speed. Ten massive Marine battleships, their white sails like the wings of avenging angels, flanked by five larger command vessels.
The Buster Call. The World Government's ultimate sanction, the very specter that had haunted Robin's every waking moment for twenty years, was here.
"Finally. Here." Zoro stood, a fierce grin splitting his face as he saw the ships.
Ragnar, who had been observing the approaching armada with detached interest, spoke without turning.
"No one is to use their Angelic forms. Morgans will be broadcasting this. Let the world see our strength, but not our divinity. Yet."
"Morgans? Is he here?" Kuro adjusted his glasses, a flicker of surprise behind the lenses.
As if summoned by the question, the air in front of Ragnar shimmered. A large, translucent projection of the giant, newspaper-reading albatross, or more like, Angel of Propaganda Morgans, materialized, his image flickering with his power.
"Kahahahaha!" his booming laugh echoed across the bay. "Greetings, Captain Ragnar! With my special power, I could link the whole world as you know, so be bold Captain! The whole world will witness this historic feat! The day a single pirate crew faces down a Buster Call! Kahahaha!"
Ragnar gave a slight, almost imperceptible nod. "Do your job." He then turned to his crew.
"Begin the harvest." With that final, chilling command, he took a seat on a piece of rubble, the water at the edge of the dock beginning to churn and pulse around him, rising and falling in a rhythm that was both unnatural and deeply ominous.
The broadcast went live. Images of the pristine Marine fleet and the lone, defiant figures on the ruined dock of Enies Lobby flashed across millions of screens and projection snails across the globe.
Soon the battle began….
The first volley from the Buster Call fleet was a thunderous roar. Dozens of cannonballs, large enough to level city blocks, screamed towards the island.
Bartolomeo stepped forward, a manic grin on his face. He crossed his fingers. "BARRIER-BARRIER NO MI: IMPERIUM WALL!" A colossal, shimmering green dome erupted, encapsulating the entire dock area.
The cannonballs impacted with a sound like a thousand church bells being struck at once, but the barrier didn't even shudder.
They exploded harmlessly against its inviolable surface, the smoke clearing to reveal Bartolomeo laughing hysterically.
"Is that all you shitty Marines have?! My Captain's view can't be blocked by trash like you!"
"Barrier devil fruit user. All ships, focus fire! Break through!" On the flagship, Vice Admiral Momonga's face tightened.
Before the order could be fully relayed, Wyper raised his Burn Bazooka. "You think your wooden toys can stand against God's judgment?" He fired, but it wasn't a seastone shell. It was a concentrated blast of his own Logia-level lightning, a technique honed on the Upper Yard.
A spear of pure, white-hot electricity lanced across the water, striking the lead battleship's main mast. The wood didn't just burn; it vaporized in a flash, the electrical charge cascading through the rigging and deck, electrocuting dozens of marines in their heavy armor.
Zoro was already a blur. He didn't even wait for the ships to get closer. "Santoryu Ogi: Sanzen Sekai," he murmured, and unleashed a storm of slicing air projectiles.
But these weren't the large, single waves of before. There were hundreds of smaller, razor-sharp crescents of green energy that shredded sails, severed ropes, and carved deep gouges into hulls, crippling the fleet's mobility before they could even properly form a battle line.
Marines began attempting to land on the island via small boats. They never made it to shore. Kuro, using Silent Step, became a phantom. One moment a boatload of marines was rowing hard, the next, silent slashes opened throats, and the marines slumped over, their boat drifting aimlessly.
He moved so silently, so quickly, that to the watching world, it looked as if the marines were simply… dying on their own.
Robin stood firm, she was like a beautiful statue of vengeance.
"Cien Fleur: Guillotine," she whispered.
A hundred arms bloomed along the sides of a nearby Marine ship, forming two massive, interlocking walls of hands. With a sickening, collective CRUNCH, they slammed together, crushing the entire midsection of the vessel like a tin can, sending splinters and bodies flying.
Nojiko, her halo still present but dormant, didn't need a rifle. She pointed, and spheres of solar energy shot from her fingertips. "Snipe: Light Flare Barrage."
Each sphere split in mid-air, arcing with impossible precision to strike marine gunners in their crow's nests, detonating powder kegs, and piercing the armored viewports of the command ships, taking out helmsmen and officers with terrifying efficiency.
Isabella, who had been quietly humming, decided to join the symphony. She closed her eyes, and her Whisper ability, unused for so long, unfurled like a poisonous flower.
Her voice, a subliminal frequency, slipped into the minds of the marines on two adjacent ships. To one group, she whispered the image of their comrades betraying them, planning to steal the glory.
To the other, she implanted the certainty that the ship next to them was already captured by pirates wearing marine uniforms. The result was instant chaos.
The marines opened fire on each other, screaming accusations and fighting a brutal, close-quarters battle while the Vortex Pirates watched, a civil war born of a single, gentle song.
Nami, her Angelic form restrained, was still the Master of Weather. "Tornado Tempo: Grand Vortex!" She spun her Clima-Tact staff, and the sea between the fleet and the island began to churn.
A massive waterspout formed, sucking up two of the smaller battleships and spinning them like tops before dashing them against each other, the sound of shattering timber a grim percussion in the symphony of destruction.
Meanwhile, the World was watching….
The broadcast was being watched with rapt, disbelieving attention across the globe.
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Whole Cake Island…Big Mom, surrounded by her children, paused with a massive cake halfway to her mouth. "Mamamama~! Such delicious chaos! That Ragnar! He sits there like a king while his toys break the Navy's best! I want him! Get me a wedding cake prepared! And find out if he likes strudel!"
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Wano Country, Onigashima…Kaido, guzzling from a gargantuan gourd of sake, let out a ground-shaking roar of laughter.
"WORORORO! NOW THIS IS A WAR! Look at them! They're playing with the Buster Call! That green-haired brat's swordsmanship... and that Ragnar... the water... he's planning something big. This is the kind of madness that topples the world!" He took another deep drink, his eyes alight with destructive glee as he saw the bubbling water.
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The Moby Dick…. Whitebeard watched from his throne, a rare, grim smile on his face. "Gurararara! Sengoku, you fool. You've unleashed a tiger to catch a wolf." He glanced at his sons.
"Look closely! That's the new age, right there! Not just brute force, but strategy, unique powers, and a captain who commands absolute loyalty without even lifting a finger!" Marco the Phoenix whistled. "That barrier guy is no joke. And their sniper... yoi, she's something else."
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Red Force….Shanks was not smiling. His expression was grim, his eye/ were fixed on Ragnar, sitting calmly amidst the carnage. "He's not just strong, Beckman," he murmured to his first mate.
"He's deliberate. Calculated. This isn't a brawl; it's a statement. And that water... he's gathering it. This isn't going to end with the fleet's destruction." Benn Beckman nodded, exhaling a cloud of smoke.
"The balance is shattered, Captain. What will we do?"
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Amazon Lily…..Boa Hancock watched, her usual disdain replaced by intense intrigue. Her eyes were locked on Ragnar.
"He doesn't even move... such confidence... such power..." she whispered, a faint blush on her cheeks. "To command such monsters while remaining so... composed. And he is... remarkably handsome."
Her sisters stared at her in shock,was just a handsome face and a declaration of war to celestial dragons enough to charm their sister?
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Sabaody Archipelago….Shakky, wiping a glass in her bar, let out a low whistle. "Rayleigh, you seeing this?" The Dark King sat at the bar, his eyes wide.
"I am... I'm seeing the legend of Gol D. Roger being eclipsed in a single afternoon. That swordsman... he's already at a level it took me decades to reach. And their captain... I can't even read his Haki. It's like a calm, bottomless ocean."
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Somewhere in the grand line, on the golden merry Luffy was bouncing up and down, his mouth wide open.
"SUGOI! THEY'RE SO COOL! THAT BARRIER GUY! AND THE LIGHTNING GUY! AND THAT ZORO'S GOT THREE SWORDS TOO! I WANT TO FIGHT THEM!"
Sanji fumed, smoke coming from his leg. "That damn moss-head! Why does he look so cool? And those beautiful, strong ladies! Why are they following that brooding blue bastard in the back?!"
Usopp was trembling, his nose elongating. "T-they're destroying a Buster Call! A BUSTER CALL! We have to stay away from them! So, so far away!" Not far from Usopp, Coby, his hair longer, watched with a complex mix of horror and grim satisfaction.
"Luffy... this is the power we're up against. This is the man who made me unable to become a Marine. The World Government sent this to kill him... and he's using it as a global advertisement."
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Marineford….Garp was uncharacteristically silent, his fist clenched around a rice cracker, crushing it to dust. Sengoku had his head in his hands.
"They're toying with them," he muttered. "This is a humiliation." The strategist Tsuru, her face like etched stone, added, "And the worst is yet to come. Look at their captain. He's preparing his move."
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En Route to Enies Lobby….Aokiji, riding his bicycle over the ocean, saw the broadcast on a small transponder snail. He stopped, his lazy demeanor gone.
"Oh... this is bad. This is really bad." He started pedaling faster, a trail of ice forming behind him. "Spandam, you idiot... what have you unleashed?"
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Marineford Offices….Kizaru watched the broadcast, his lips forming a silent 'Ooooh~'. "So scary~." Akainu who was also there smashed his fist through his desk.
"ABSOLUTE JUSTICE WILL NOT BE MOCKED! I WILL BURN EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM TO ASHES MYSELF!"
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Mary Geoise, The Room of Power….The Five Eldars watched in stony, furious silence. The one with the blonde beard finally spoke, his voice dripping with venom.
"This 'Sea Scourge'... he is not just a pirate. He is an ideology. He must be erased. Immediately."
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The North Blue….Trafalgar Law watched from the Polar Tang, his crew silent around him. "I see, this is who... our competition is... formidable." He smirked.
"The world is certainly getting interesting."
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Kid Pirates….Eustass "Captain" Kid laughed uproariously. "DESTROY IT ALL! SHOW THOSE MARINE DOGS THEIR PLACE!"
Killer, beside him, simply nodded, the spinning blades on his hands whirring faster.
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Hawkins Pirates…..Basil Hawkins calmly laid out his tarot cards. "The probability of the World Government surviving the next decade... has dropped to 11%. The Tower. The World. And... The Hanged Man. Fascinating."
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Dressrosa….Donquixote Doflamingo sat on his throne, grinning widely.
"FUFUFUFU... THE HEAVENS ARE SHAKING! THE CELESTIAL DRAGONS MUST BE SCREECHING IN THEIR PALACES! GO ON, RAGNAR! TEAR IT ALL DOWN! THE MORE CHAOS, THE BETTER FOR MY BUSINESS!"
The destruction of the Buster Call was methodical, brutal, and utterly one-sided. Within an hour, the ten battleships were burning, sinking wrecks.
The five Vice Admiral flagships were crippled, their commanders either dead or desperately trying to rally a broken force. The sea was littered with debris and bodies.
Robin stood panting slightly, a sheen of sweat on her brow, but her eyes were clear. A vast, cavernous emptiness inside her, once filled with the cold dread of the Buster Call, was now simply... empty. The ghost had been exorcised. She looked at Ragnar, her gratitude immeasurable.
Seeing the task was complete, Ragnar stood. The water around him, which had been churning violently, suddenly went still.
He raised a hand, and with a sound like tearing silk, a rift opened in the air itself. From this portal of shimmering light, the obsidian form of the Tidereaver was pulled forth, settling gracefully into the water beside the dock.
Without a word, the crew understood. They boarded immediately, their movements crisp and efficient.
The worldwide audience was confused. Were they leaving? Just like that? After such a victory?
But then, they saw it. The sea around Enies Lobby, for miles in every direction, began to move. It wasn't a current or a wave. It was as if the entire ocean floor was tilting.
The water began to recede from the island, pulling back hundreds of meters, revealing the barren, scarred seabed. Soon, a piece of information from his bounty poster, flashed in a million minds at once, Water Logia.
Ragnar, standing on the deck of the Tidereaver, began to float upwards. He rose slowly, majestically, into the air, as if ascending an invisible staircase.
As he rose, the seas obeyed his silent command. The water that had pulled away began to rise. Not as a wave, but as a wall. A wall that grew and grew, blotting out the horizon, dwarfing the very concept of a tsunami.
It was a cataclysm in slow motion. A mountain of water, blue and green and terrifyingly silent, lifted into the sky. It towered over the remains of Enies Lobby, casting the entire island into a deep, aquatic shadow.
The reactions were instantaneous and universal horror.
Ordinary citizens in coastal towns screamed, falling to their knees as if the wave was coming for them next.
Big Mom cackled with glee. Kaido roared in approval. Whitebeard's smile vanished, replaced by a look of profound respect for the sheer scale of the power. Shanks' face was stone, his worst fears were confirmed.
"He's not just going to sink it... yoi... he's going to erase it." On the Moby Dick, Marco whispered.
Sengoku watched, numb, as the symbol of the World Government's absolute justice was about to be washed from the map by a single man.
Ragnar, high in the air, made a gentle, pushing motion with his hand.
The mountain of water fell.
It didn't crash; instead, it descended. It was slower than nature, more deliberate, and thus infinitely more terrifying. It engulfed the courthouse, the bridges of hesitation, the ruins of the fortress, the sinking ships of the Buster Call, everything.
There was no dramatic explosion, just the inexorable, crushing weight of the entire ocean being placed upon one spot.
When the water finally settled, swirling and chaotic, Enies Lobby was gone. Not destroyed, but erased. The circular waterfall now poured into an even emptier, deeper hole, a water-filled crater where an island had once been.
The Tidereaver turned and sailed away, a black speck on a now-calm sea, leaving behind a stunned, terrified, and forever-changed world. The Sea Scourge was no longer just a pirate. He was a force of nature. And he had just rewritten the rules of the game.