Whether by coincidence or fate, Fisher Tiger ultimately couldn't pull through.
He had just been carried onto the warship by Stoloberry and, before he could even be treated, he breathed his last breath.
In the One Piece world, where everyone seems to be able to bounce back from the brink, this seemed a bit absurd; his death felt somewhat casual.
But in reality, Fisher Tiger already had lingering injuries from his time in Mary Geoise, was hit by a major attack from Borsalino, and then tried to struggle and escape, only to be slashed twice by Stoloberry.
With this, even the event from the original work where he refused a blood transfusion didn't have a chance to happen; he was just gone.
However, in the original work, Jinbe likely really did escape.
After all, even if the World Government wanted to select a Shichibukai, there was no reason to pick one from Impel Down, right?
It is hard to say how big of a butterfly effect the total annihilation of the Sun Pirates will cause.
If Jinbe can't get out in the future, then there's no way Arlong and the others will get out either.
If that happens, Belle-Mere might not die, and Nami's personality might become different from the original work.
Blake, who was in Mary Geoise, was unaware of this. If he had known, he likely would have intervened.
The reason he didn't just bring Nami back with him during his last trip to the East Blue was that he wanted her to develop as much like the original work as possible and eventually cultivate a similar personality.
Blake learned the news of the Sun Pirates' destruction from the next day's newspaper, though he didn't take it too much to heart.
Although the World Government's control over the sea isn't great, Fisher Tiger had no background, no real power, and wasn't even human, so dealing with him was relatively easy.
If it weren't for Borsalino slacking off, this guy should have been captured two or three years ago.
Blake put down the newspaper and glanced at Koala, who was training.
The Little girl's destiny had been completely changed.
Fisher Tiger is gone, the Revolutionary Army is gone, and she herself has become a Glint-Glint Fruit user and a physical combat expert. It can be said that everything is completely messed up; she might as well stay by his side as one of the Battle Maids from now on!
On the training ground, Mandy was diligently teaching Kuina swordsmanship.
With a casual wave of the rapier in her hand, she precisely parried Kuina's slash, the cold air condensing on the blade without dissipating.
Kuina's breathing was a bit ragged, but the focus in her eyes had not diminished in the slightest.
"Too straight."
Mandy's cold, calm voice rang out.
Kuina immediately understood and adjusted her wrist slightly, giving her next strike a subtle, almost imperceptible curve.
"Mandy!"
Blake's voice caused both of them to stop:
"Some training swords will be delivered tomorrow afternoon. Keep an eye out, and tell them if anything needs to be modified."
Although he seemed to be speaking to Mandy, his gaze fell on Kuina.
Ever since he brought Kuina back, Blake would occasionally assert his presence like this, just so the Little girl wouldn't forget who she was supposed to be loyal to.
The Shimotsuki family came from Wano Country, and Genzo's training of Kuina had always followed the ways of Wano Country.
According to the logic of Wano Country in this world, if she continues to be influenced this way, Kuina will become increasingly loyal, eventually becoming die-hard loyal.
After giving his instructions, Blake turned his gaze to the other side.
Kaya kicked the sandbag hard, emitting a dull thud.
"Wrong!"
Koala reached out to steady the swaying sandbag:
"Your power dissipated before it even made contact with the target."
"You need to do it like this—"
She demonstrated a side kick, her movements clean and crisp:
"Did you see that?"
"You have to send the power out, not just yell it out halfway through."
Kaya took a deep breath and nodded vigorously.
Kaya was still the same feisty Little girl as before, but ever since she saw Koala training last time, she had been sticking to her, hanging on Koala's every word.
It wasn't hard to understand the Little girl's thoughts; she simply wanted to become like her.
Not far away, Sugar was practicing shuttle runs while holding several balls.
Blake watched for a while and noticed that Sugar's physical fitness was improving rapidly, so such simple training had limited effect on her. He then called out:
"Sugar!"
"Go to the storage room later and find that box of spare weighted wristbands. Use those for training from now on."
The Little girl was startled, nearly falling to the ground, and instinctively hugged the balls in her hands tighter.
Blake was speechless. As expected of an expert who could be scared into fainting in the original work; she could be frightened just by having her name called.
He touched his chin, feeling that this definitely wasn't his problem. He was such a kind person, how could he possibly scare a Little girl?
Shaking his head, Blake stopped paying attention to the timid Little girl and turned to the other side of the training ground, his eyes immediately turning into dead fish eyes.
Hancock's long, slender leg, carrying terrifying power capable of shattering space, came crashing down.
Kalifa did not retreat in the slightest; her arm instantly transformed into churning, scorching magma, and she threw a punch.
Boom!
Heat rose, but neither of them gave an inch, their gazes clashing in the air like sparks.
"Sister, I'll help you!"
Alpha was anxious and leaped up, rushing towards Hancock.
"Despicable!"
Marigold waved her arms, and two surging fire snakes whistled as they coiled towards Alpha, then she turned her head and said to Hancock:
"Sister, leave this woman to me!"
Although Alpha was the youngest, her physical combat skills were already quite solid.
She retreated nimbly, avoiding the bite of the fire snakes.
"As expected, you two are such rude women!"
Hancock turned her head, made a look of disdain, withdrew her long leg, brushed back her jet-Blake hair, and her face was full of disgust:
"You woman, stay away from me, it's scorching hot."
"I should be the one saying that."
Kalifa adjusted her glasses, a cold light reflecting off the lenses:
"A hot-tempered woman like you, if it weren't for His Highness, who would want to get close to you?"
"What did you say?!"
Hancock's willow-leaf brows arched in anger.
"That's right! Just like that!"
Kalifa was equally confrontational.
Blake was long accustomed to their infighting.
In the past, he might have intervened, but after such a long time, he had gotten used to it.
Just then, Blake's eyes narrowed slightly; his Observation Haki seemed to have spotted something interesting once again.
Deep within Mary Geoise, in the Figarland family estate, Garling was sitting on a chair, legs crossed, holding a Den Den Mushi.
The Den Den Mushi was connected, emitting a soft "click."
Garling's fingers tapped lightly on the back of the chair, and his voice transmitted from the receiver:
"You haven't returned for so long; has the sea you've been pining for really tied you down like this?"
Shanks's voice came from the Den Den Mushi, carrying a laid-back tone like the sea breeze:
"Yeah! The wind here really feels free."
"But you personally reaching out to me, it can't just be to check where I am, right?"
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