High above the clouds, where the air was thin and the winds were fierce, a flock of thousands of seagulls wearing small postal hats and carrying satchels flew in a massive, coordinated formation. These were the News Coos, the lifeblood of the World Economy News Paper, managed by the ever-opportunistic "Big News" Morgans.
Today, their satchels were heavier than usual. The printing presses across the globe had been running non-stop for twenty-four hours, spitting out millions of copies of a special, emergency-edition broadsheet. The ink was barely dry, but the news it contained was so explosive, so utterly paradigm-shifting, that Morgans had ordered every available bird into the sky.
The headline, printed in massive, bold, blood-red letters, read:
[ENIES LOBBY ANNIHILATED! STRAW HAT PIRATES DECLARE WAR ON THE WORLD!]
Beneath the headline was a panoramic photograph taken from a distance. It showed the impenetrable Island of Justice, the pride of the World Government, completely devastated. The Tower of Law was smoking, the Gates of Justice were marred with massive slash marks, and the flag of the World Government was nothing but a burning cinder falling into the abyss.
And in the center of the front page, arranged like a pantheon of nightmares, were thirteen new, staggeringly high Wanted Posters.
As the News Coos broke formation, diving down toward the four Blues, the Grand Line, and the treacherous waters of the New World, they carried with them a shockwave that would shake the very foundations of the era.
The Grand Line - Alabasta Kingdom
Inside the opulent, sandstone walls of the Royal Palace in Alubarna, the morning sun cast long shadows across the marble floors. King Nefertari Cobra, his beard slightly longer and his face etched with the stress of ruling a recovering nation, sat at the massive oak dining table.
Beside him stood Igaram, the loyal captain of the Royal Guard, pouring a cup of hot black tea.
Flap. Flap. Thwack.
A rolled-up newspaper shot through the open balcony window and hit Cobra squarely in the forehead.
"Ouch!" Cobra grunted, rubbing his head as the paper dropped onto the table. "These birds are getting aggressive."
Igaram picked up the paper, his eyes casually scanning the front page as he smoothed it out. "Apologies, Your Majesty. It seems to be a special edition from Morgans. I shall—"
Igaram froze. The teapot in his hand tilted, pouring scalding hot tea directly onto his own foot. He didn't even flinch. His eyes bulged out of his head, threatening to break his glasses.
"Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma..." Igaram stuttered, his voice rising in pitch until it was a dog-whistle screech. "MAJESTY!"
"What is it, Igaram? Did you burn yourself?" Cobra asked, leaning over.
Cobra's eyes fell upon the headline. The blood drained from his face. "Enies Lobby... destroyed? By the Straw Hats?!"
Cobra grabbed the paper with trembling hands. His eyes darted frantically across the page, scanning the array of new bounty posters. He saw Luffy's grinning face. He saw Zoro, Sanji, Nami, Robin, Chopper, and even the giants they had met in Little Garden.
But his eyes were searching for one specific face. A face with light blue hair.
"Where is she?" Cobra panicked, his breath hitching. He flipped the paper over. He checked the margins. "Igaram! Where is Vivi?! Did she get captured?! Did the Marines take my daughter?!"
"Y-Your Majesty! Please, calm down!" Igaram stammered, pulling at his curly hair. "Look closely at the posters! Right there! In the middle row!"
Cobra's eyes snapped to the poster Igaram was pointing at.
[DEAD OR ALIVE]
[Ariel The Eagle]
[160,000,000 Berries]
The picture showed a young woman wearing a sleek, tailored black suit and a violet shirt. She was mid-air, striking a majestic pose, holding a high-tech vibranium spear. From her back, massive, glorious eagle wings were spread wide.
Cobra squinted. He leaned his face so close to the paper his nose touched the ink.
"Ariel the Eagle?" Cobra muttered. "Who is this? A new recruit? Why are you pointing at a bird-woman, Igaram? I am looking for Vivi!"
"Majesty, look at the posture," Igaram whispered, sweat pouring down his face. "Look at the fierce determination in the jawline! Look at the precise angle of that battle stance!"
Cobra stared. He analyzed the lower half of the face, the familiar curve of the lips, the regal bearing that couldn't be hidden.
Realization hit him like a physical blow.
"THAT'S MY DAUGHTER!" Cobra screamed, leaping out of his chair. He grabbed the poster, pulling it close to his chest. "By the gods! She has wings! Why does she have wings?! And a mask?! She looks like a superhero!"
Suddenly, the doors to the dining hall burst open. Pell the Falcon, the head guard, rushed in, holding his own copy of the newspaper, looking completely disheveled.
"Your Majesty! Have you seen the—?!"
"I have seen it, Pell!" Cobra shouted, tears streaming down his face in a bizarre mixture of absolute terror and overwhelming fatherly pride. "My little girl is a wanted international terrorist! One hundred and sixty million berries! She's worth more than Crocodile was!"
"We must send a diplomatic envoy!" Pell panicked, pacing the room. "We must declare her kidnapped! We must clear her name!"
"Look at her, Pell!" Cobra ignored him, holding the poster up to the sunlight. "Look how cool she looks! 'Ariel the Eagle'! That Magician boy, Ben... he disguised her to protect Alabasta! He gave her a codename so the World Government wouldn't link her to our kingdom!"
Cobra collapsed back into his chair, weeping openly. "Oh, Vivi... you are flying so high. Please, be safe. Don't fight any Admirals!"
East Blue - Foosha Village
Back in the peaceful East Blue, the reaction to the morning paper was slightly more physical.
Inside Makino's quiet seaside bar, the atmosphere was a mix of serene pride and total medical emergency. Makino hummed a happy tune as she carefully used thumbtacks to pin Luffy's new 500 Million Berry poster to the wall, right next to his first one.
"He looks so handsome in that black suit," Makino smiled, wiping a tear from her eye. "Our Luffy is really becoming a great pirate."
Behind her, Mayor Woodslap was lying on the floor, quite literally foaming at the mouth. He was clutching his chest, his cane discarded nearby, his face purple with a mixture of terror and outrage.
"F-F-Five hundred million?!" Woodslap wheezed, his eyes rolling back. "He burned the world flag?! He destroyed the Judicial Island?! This is a disgrace! A complete disgrace to the village! Our reputation is ruined! The Admirals are going to come here and arrest the entire town for harboring a war criminal!"
"Drink some water, Mayor," Makino said cheerfully, sliding a glass across the floor to him without looking away from the poster.
Meanwhile, high up in the dense forests of Mt. Colubo, inside the run-down bandit hideout, a different kind of breakdown was happening.
Curly Dadan, the gruff, terrifying bandit boss who had raised Luffy and Ace, was holding the newspaper with shaking hands.
"WAAAAAAAAAH!" Dadan wailed, massive waterfalls of tears spraying from her eyes, completely drenching the floorboards. "Our little Luffy is a big-shot criminal! He beat up the government assassins! That stupid rubber brat!"
She wiped her snotty nose with her sleeve, sniffing loudly. Suddenly, she realized her bandit subordinates—Dogra and Magra—were staring at her.
Dadan instantly stiffened, trying to put on her tough face. She cleared her throat violently.
"I... I got some dust in my eye!" Dadan roared, her face turning bright red as she pointed aggressively at them. "What are you idiots looking at?! Shut up and go scrub the floors! If any Marines show up asking about him, we don't know nothin'!"
She turned back to the poster as soon as they left, immediately returning to her ugly crying. "You better not die out there, you little idiot..."
East Blue - Syrup Village
In the peaceful, sleepy village of Syrup, life moved at a snail's pace. The most exciting thing to happen all week was a sheep getting loose in the town square.
At the sprawling mansion on the hill, Kaya was sitting in the garden, enjoying the morning breeze. She looked healthier than ever, her cheeks rosy, studying a thick medical textbook. Beside her, Merry, the loyal butler (and namesake of the Straw Hats' ship), was pouring tea.
"Miss Kaya," Merry said gently, looking up at the sky. "The news bird is approaching."
"Oh, wonderful," Kaya smiled, closing her book. "Perhaps there will be news of Usopp-san and his crew."
Three small, hyperactive blurs crashed through the garden gates. It was Ninjin, Piiman, and Tamanegi—the former Usopp Pirates.
"KAYA-ONEESAN!" Piiman screamed, waving a newspaper so wildly it was nearly tearing. "YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS! YOU HAVE TO SEE IT RIGHT NOW!"
"Boys, please, calm down," Merry chided, though he smiled at their energy. "What is the commotion?"
Tamanegi slammed the newspaper onto the garden table, knocking over a teacup. He pointed a shaking, grimy finger at the centerfold.
Kaya looked down.
There, dominating the page with an aura of absolute, terrifying power, was the poster.
[DEAD OR ALIVE]
[God Usopp]
[450,000,000 Berries]
The picture was flawless. Usopp stood tall, clad in his black suit, his falcon wings spread majestically behind him. One hand adjusted his cool black shades, the other held his transforming bow. He looked like an apex predator. A god of war.
Kaya's hands flew to her mouth. "Four... four hundred and fifty... million?!"
Merry dropped the teapot. It shattered on the stone patio. "Master... Master Usopp?"
"Read the article!" Ninjin squealed, hopping from foot to foot. "Read what he did!"
Merry, his hands shaking violently, picked up the paper and began to read aloud, his voice cracking with every sentence.
"The World Government has issued an unprecedented bounty for the sniper and Second-in-Command of the Straw Hat Pirates, now known as 'God Usopp'. Intelligence reports indicate that this individual is a weapon of mass destruction. Crimes include: the complete and unilateral destruction of Marine Base G8 (Navarone), where he reportedly detonated the munitions depot and assaulted Commander Shepherd. Furthermore, during the Siege of Enies Lobby, God Usopp publicly burned the flag of the World Government, declaring war on 170 nations. He single-handedly defeated the CP9 assassin Nero without taking a single scratch, and deployed an impenetrable, unknown technological barrier that effortlessly absorbed a Buster Call-level bombardment from thousands of Marine soldiers."
Merry stopped reading. The silence in the garden was deafening.
"He... he blew up a military base?" Merry whispered, his eyes rolling back in his head. "He declared war on the world? He is a God of Destruction?!"
"HE'S SO COOL!" The three boys screamed in unison, starry-eyed, posing like their idol. "CAPTAIN USOPP IS THE STRONGEST WARRIOR IN THE SEA! HE HAS WINGS! HE CAN BLOCK CANNONS!"
Kaya stared at the poster. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest. She looked at the long nose, the familiar face hidden behind the cool sunglasses.
She remembered the boy who used to sit in the tree outside her window and tell her ridiculous, impossible lies to make her smile. He had told her he would command thousands of men. He had told her he fought sea monsters. He had told her he was a brave warrior.
He wasn't lying, Kaya thought, a profound warmth blossoming in her chest. He was just predicting the future.
Kaya smiled. It was a beautiful, serene smile.
Then, her eyes rolled up into her head, and she fainted dead away onto the grass, completely overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of her friend's infamy.
"KAYA-ONEESAN!" The boys shrieked, running to her side.
"Medic!" Merry yelled, ironically.
The Grand Line - Drum Island
Inside the freezing, snow-covered halls of Drum Castle, Dalton sat at a heavy wooden desk, sweating profusely despite the sub-zero temperatures outside. He held the newspaper in trembling hands, terrified by the sheer scale of the Straw Hats' new bounties.
"Destroyed Enies Lobby..." Dalton muttered. "Luffy... what have you dragged yourselves into?"
The heavy oak doors to the office swung open. Dr. Kureha strolled in, wearing her usual crop top and low-rise pants, looking perfectly comfortable in the freezing cold. She took a swig from her bottle of plum sake.
"What's got you shivering, Dalton?" Kureha cackled. "Did you catch a cold? Or are you just happy to see my youthful 141-year-old face?"
"Doctorine," Dalton said nervously, holding out the paper. "It's the Straw Hats. They've been labeled major international terrorists. And... Chopper is on the list."
"Oh?" Kureha snatched the paper. She didn't care about the war or the destruction. She scanned immediately for her surrogate son.
She found his poster at the bottom.
[Cotton Candy Lover Chopper (Pet) - 80 Berries]
Dalton braced himself. He expected her to be devastated that the innocent little reindeer was now a wanted criminal.
Instead, the temperature in the room plummeted. A terrifying, demonic aura erupted from the elderly doctor.
CRASH!
Kureha kicked the heavy oak door off its hinges, embedding it into the stone wall of the corridor.
"EIGHTY BERRIES?!" Kureha shrieked, her voice echoing through the entire castle. "Are they out of their minds?!"
"D-Doctorine?!" Dalton ducked behind his desk. "Please calm down!"
"Calm down?! My brilliant, genius medical apprentice is worth less than a loaf of cheap bread?!" Kureha roared, smashing her sake bottle on the floor. "Are they insulting my teachings?! That reindeer is a master of biochemistry! He cured the Five-Day Disease! He has the medical knowledge of a god!"
She stomped over to Dalton's desk, slamming her fist down.
"I'll charge the World Government a billion berries just for this disrespect! Who is in charge of these bounties?! Do they want to know the secret of my youth?! I'll shove a scalpel so far up their—"
"Doctorine, please! It's just a misunderstanding by the Marines!" Dalton panicked, trying to physically restrain the furious 141-year-old woman before she decided to declare war on Marineford herself.
The Grand Line - A Pirate Tavern in Mock Town
In a smoky, dimly lit tavern filled with grizzled, hardened pirates in Mock Town, the atmosphere was usually tense and violent. Today, however, it was dead silent. The only sound was the rustling of newspapers and the clinking of trembling glasses.
A massive pirate, sporting a bounty of 55 Million Berries, sat at the bar, staring at the new Straw Hat posters. Sweat dripped down his scarred face.
"Five hundred million..." the pirate whispered, looking at Luffy's poster. "That rookie... he really did it. He crushed Enies Lobby. He's a monster."
"Never mind the Captain," a smaller, scrawny pirate hissed from the adjacent table, leaning in conspiratorially. "Look at the crew. Look at the roster. This isn't a rookie crew. This is a military syndicate."
The scrawny pirate slammed his finger onto the poster of Edgar D. Benjamin (100,000,000).
"Look at this guy," he whispered. "The 'Magician'. Only a hundred million? The papers say he's the tactician. He's playing the long game. The World Government is underestimating him."
He moved his finger to the posters of Dory and Brogy (350,000,000 each). "And they have the legendary Captains of Elbaf! The Giant Warriors! Who the hell manages to recruit ancient legends to carry their luggage?!"
"But that's not the scariest part," the large pirate interrupted, his voice dropping an octave as he pointed to the second-highest bounty.
God Usopp. 450,000,000 Berries.
The pirates in the tavern gathered around, staring at the poster of the long-nosed man in the black suit and mechanical wings with absolute, unadulterated terror.
"Think about it," the large pirate whispered, his eyes wide. "The World Government never hands out the title of 'God'. Ever. They despise false deities. To give him that name on his official poster... it means they are terrified of him."
"I heard a rumor," a pirate chimed in, looking over his shoulder nervously. "I heard that the captain isn't even the real mastermind. He is just the brawler. The muscle."
"What are you saying?"
"I'm saying," the pirate pointed at Usopp's poster, "that this guy is the real shadow boss. Look at his crimes! He blew up G8 Navarone just for fun! He burned the World Government flag personally! And he conjured a shield that stopped an entire army!"
"And look at his face," the large pirate shuddered. "He looks so calm. He's wearing a suit. He's not even flexing. He looks like a man who could kill you with a thought. They only gave him a lower bounty than the captain to save face. To hide the fact that this 'God Usopp' is the true terror of the seas."
"I heard he shoots lightning from his fingertips," someone muttered from the back.
"I heard he can snipe a man from a different island!"
The pirates of Mock Town collectively gulped, making a silent, unanimous vow to sail in the opposite direction if they ever saw a ship with a sheep figurehead and a long-nosed god on board.
The Grand Line - The Big Top (Buggy's Ship)
Somewhere else on the Grand Line, inside a wildly colorful circus tent erected on the deck of a pirate ship, absolute madness was unfolding.
"FIVE HUNDRED MILLION?!"
Buggy the Clown, captain of the Buggy Pirates, held the newspaper so close to his face his red nose was squishing the paper. His eyes bulged in pure, unadulterated jealousy.
"THAT RUBBER BRAT?!" Buggy shrieked, ripping the newspaper in half. "He destroyed Enies Lobby?! The island I was too smart to ever go near?! And now he's a bigger name than me?!"
"Captain Buggy!" Mohji the Beast Tamer cried out, holding the other half of the paper. "Look at this one! The sniper with the long nose!"
Buggy snatched it. He stared at the majestic picture of Usopp descending from the sky.
God Usopp - 450,000,000 Berries
Buggy froze. He started vibrating. Tears of sheer, blinding envy streamed down his clown makeup.
"GOD?!" Buggy roared, his head physically detaching from his neck and floating in the air out of pure rage. "They called that cowardly, long-nosed brat a GOD?! I have a red nose! I'm flashy! WHERE IS MY DIVINE TITLE?!"
"C-Captain..." Cabaji the Acrobat sweated nervously. "He has wings... and he blew up a Marine base..."
"HE COPIED MY FLASHY STYLE!" Buggy screamed, reattaching his head to his body and stomping around the tent. "I can't let this stand! This is an insult to the great Captain Buggy! We must act! We must show the world who the REAL pirate is!"
Buggy grabbed a sword and pointed it dramatically out the tent flap toward the ocean. His eyes burned with a reckless, borderline suicidal intensity born entirely out of spite.
"Set sail, men!" Buggy commanded, striking a pose. "We're not going to let some East Blue rookies steal our thunder! We're going to do something so grand, so flashy, it'll make Enies Lobby look like a children's tea party! SET COURSE FOR MARINE HEADQUARTERS! WE'RE GONNA ATTACK SENGOKU DIRECTLY!"
The entire Buggy pirate crew—famous for their blind, idiotic loyalty—erupted into cheers.
"YEAAAH! CAPTAIN BUGGY IS FEARLESS!"
"HE'S GOING TO INVADE MARINEFORD TO SHOW OFF!"
"CAPTAIN BUGGY IS THE TRUE GOD OF PIRATES!"
In the background, Mohji and Cabaji clung to each other, their faces completely drained of color. He's going to get us all killed just because he's jealous of a nickname, they thought simultaneously.
The New World - The Moby Dick
The colossal flagship of the Whitebeard Pirates cut through the rough waves of the New World. On the massive main deck, surrounded by his "sons," sat Edward Newgate, the strongest man in the world. Whitebeard was hooked up to his medical machines, but his eyes were sharp, drinking from a massive sake bowl.
Marco the Phoenix, his First Commander, flew down from the crow's nest, landing gracefully on the deck. He held a freshly delivered newspaper in his hand.
"Pops," Marco said, his usual lazy drawl replaced by a tone of genuine disbelief. "You're going to want to see this. The world is turning upside down."
Whitebeard grunted, setting his bowl down. "What is it, Marco? Did Kaido break another island?"
"No, Pops," Marco unfolded the paper and held it up. "It's Ace's little brother."
Whitebeard leaned forward, his massive eyes narrowing as he took in the red headline and the staggering bounty of 500 Million Berries assigned to Monkey D. Luffy.
"He destroyed Enies Lobby," Marco reported, shaking his head. "Declared war on the World Government. Burned their flag. Wiped out CP9."
"Gurararara!" Whitebeard threw his head back and laughed, the sound vibrating the very timbers of the Moby Dick. "That cheeky brat! He doesn't do things by halves, does he? Just like his grandfather!"
"It's not just him, Pops," Marco pointed to the other posters. "Look at his crew. The swordsman and the cook are pushing 300 million each. But look here."
Marco pointed to the posters of Dory, Brogy, Oimo, and Kashii.
Whitebeard stopped laughing. His eyes widened slightly. "The Giants of Elbaf? The Blue and Red Ogres? They are sailing under a rookie's flag?"
"It seems so," Marco nodded. "And look at this one. The sniper. 'God Usopp'. 450 Million. The report says he destroyed a Marine base and possesses some kind of advanced, unknown technology."
"Gurarara..." Whitebeard smirked, a deep rumble of respect in his chest. "Ace was right to be proud of him. The boy isn't just gathering a crew; he's gathering an army of monsters. A Magician, a God, and the Titans of Elbaf. The seas are going to be very interesting."
The New World - An Unnamed Winter Island
The snow was falling heavily, but the bonfire roaring in the center of the Red Hair Pirates' camp kept the cold at bay.
Shanks, the red-haired Yonko, was currently nursing a massive hangover, lying on his back in the snow with a bottle of booze resting on his chest.
"Captain," Benn Beckman walked over, kicking a snowball at Shanks' head. "Wake up. News."
"Ugh... my head..." Shanks groaned, sitting up and rubbing his temples. "What is it? Did Mihawk come back to complain about his wine?"
"Better," Beckman handed him the newspaper.
Shanks blinked away the sleep. He looked at the paper. He saw the straw hat. He saw the grin. He saw the numbers.
[Monkey D. Luffy - 500,000,000 Berries]
Shanks froze. His hangover evaporated instantly. A massive, brilliant smile broke across his face, stretching from ear to ear.
"LUFFY!" Shanks roared, leaping to his feet. "HE DID IT! HAHAHAHA! HE ACTUALLY DID IT!"
The rest of the Red Hair Pirates gathered around, looking at the paper over Shanks' shoulder.
"Five hundred million!" Lucky Roux whistled. "He's not a kid anymore, Boss."
"He destroyed Enies Lobby!" Shanks cheered, dancing a little jig in the snow. "He declared war on the world! That's my boy! I knew he had it in him!"
Suddenly, a loud, choking gasp came from the other side of the fire.
Yasopp, the crew's legendary sniper, had just picked up the second page of the bounty posters. He was staring at it, his eyes wide, his jaw slacked, a half-eaten piece of meat falling from his hand into the snow.
"Yasopp?" Shanks noticed his sniper's paralysis. "What's wrong? You look like you saw a ghost."
Yasopp slowly turned the paper around for the crew to see. His hand was trembling so violently the paper rattled.
[God Usopp - 450,000,000 Berries]
"That... that's my son," Yasopp whispered, his voice cracking.
"WHAT?!" The entire crew shrieked.
"Your kid?!" Lucky Roux yelled. "The one with the long nose you never shut up about?!"
"He's... he's worth 450 Million?!" Yasopp screamed, clutching his head. "He destroyed a Marine base?! He's called 'GOD'?! MY SON IS A WEAPON OF MASS DESTRUCTION?!"
Yasopp fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face. "Banchina... our little boy... he's a bigger threat than half the captains in the New World!"
Yasopp looked up at the sky, weeping openly. "I'M SO PROUD! AND SO TERRIFIED! HE'S GOING TO GET ASSASSINATED! BUT HE HAS WINGS! WHY DOES HE HAVE WINGS?!"
Shanks threw his head back and laughed until his sides hurt. He grabbed a massive barrel of booze and hoisted it onto his shoulder.
"LISTEN UP, BOYS!" Shanks roared, his voice echoing across the winter island. "OUR BOYS ARE MAKING WAVES! THIS CALLS FOR A CELEBRATION! BANQUET! OPEN THE GOOD RUM!"
"YEAAAAAAH!" The Red Hair Pirates cheered, immediately forgetting their hangovers and diving back into the booze.
Marine Headquarters - Marineford
In the highest office of Marineford, the atmosphere was exactly the opposite of a banquet.
Fleet Admiral Sengoku slammed his fists onto his desk so hard the mahogany cracked down the middle. His face was purple with rage, the veins in his neck throbbing dangerously.
"HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?!" Sengoku roared, the sound echoing down the hallways of the fortress. "HOW DOES A CREW OF ROOKIES DESTROY ENIES LOBBY?!"
Standing in front of the desk, looking nervous, was Commodore Brannew.
"S-Sir," Brannew stammered, wiping sweat from his brow. "The reports are comprehensive. It wasn't just the rookies. They had the Giant Warrior Captains. They had unknown technology."
Sengoku turned his fiery gaze to the second poster. "And this... this 'God Usopp'. He destroyed G8 Navarone?"
"Y-Yes sir," Brannew swallowed hard. "Commander Shepherd reported that a winged man matching this description descended upon the base, stole classified materials, and blew up the munitions depot before flying away at supersonic speeds."
"A monster," Sengoku hissed. "This crew is a syndicate of monsters. We must mobilize the Admirals. They cannot be allowed to reach the New World. Get me Garp! That idiot needs to take responsibility for his family!"
Brannew flinched, taking a step back. "S-Sir... Vice-Admiral Garp isn't here. As soon as the initial reports of the Enies Lobby raid came in yesterday, he commandeered his battleship and set sail for Water 7 without authorization!"
Sengoku stared at Brannew. His eye twitched violently.
"HE DID WHAT?!" Sengoku screamed, grabbing a Den Den Mushi and dialing furiously. "GARP! ANSWER THE SNAIL!"
Water 7 - The City of Water
Meanwhile, on the bustling streets of Water 7, oblivious to the screaming snail in his coat pocket, Vice-Admiral Monkey D. Garp was having a fantastic morning.
"BWAHAHAHAHA!"
Garp stood outside a local bakery, holding the freshly printed newspaper in one hand and a giant bag of rice crackers in the other. He was laughing so hard he was crying, wiping away tears with a massive, calloused hand.
"Did you see this?!" Garp roared to his terrified Marine subordinates who were standing at attention behind him. "My grandson! He burned the World Government flag! He punched Lucci through a wall! That's my blood! He's causing a real ruckus!"
Bolo-bolo-bolo! Bolo-bolo-bolo!
The Den Den Mushi in his pocket was practically vibrating with Sengoku's rage.
Garp casually pulled it out, looked at it, and tossed it to a nearby Marine Ensign. "Tell Sengoku I'm busy eating crackers!"
"V-Vice Admiral! We can't tell the Fleet Admiral that!" the Ensign panicked.
"Bwahahaha! Sure, you can!" Garp tossed a cracker into his mouth, crunching it loudly. He looked up toward the towering Galley-La headquarters, where he knew the Straw Hats were currently present.
He cracked his massive knuckles, a wide, terrifying grin spreading across his scarred face.
"Alright, men!" Garp announced. "Let's go say hello to my idiot grandson and break a few walls while we're at it!"
The era was shifting. The balance of power was breaking. And at the center of it all was a small caravel and a crew completely oblivious to the legendary fist currently marching toward their front door.