Akainu's mood was foul.
A few minutes ago, he'd felt something impossible—like his very soul had been stripped bare, every secret peeled open and put on display. No walls. No privacy.
It was violating.
He'd quietly asked a few other admirals if they'd felt it too—Mouse, Doberman, even Smoker.
Same answer.
Which meant… if someone ever dug out the times he'd snuck into Red Romance and requested Technician No. 8, his Navy career was finished!
Irritated and uneasy, and finding no trace of Ace anywhere, Akainu decided to drown his nerves in liquor.
But the instant he stepped into the tavern—his brain simply stopped.
A blonde maid with horns and a long green tail.
A gray wolf drooling over roasted lamb—clearly not Mink Tribe.
Two hulking demons sniffling in the corner, hugging and whispering apologies.
And a stunning woman calling him "a fine specimen" the moment he walked in.
His sense of reality cracked at the seams.
He didn't even register that Rayleigh was sitting right there.
"Ronn," Akainu growled, wary eyes scanning the room, "what the hell is going on here?"
He could feel the danger rolling off these creatures; every instinct told him to stay sharp.
"Relax, Mr. Akainu," Ronn said with a calm smile. "They're just guests. Harmless, really."
As if on cue, the Holy Master, Demon Dragon, and Gray Wolf all turned toward Akainu, baring their teeth in what they thought were friendly smiles.
The scene was… horrifyingly sincere.
Rem winced. Ram turned away.
Akainu hesitated, then finally walked to the counter and sat down.
Tohru approached with a polite smile—tail discreetly tucked away this time—and set a bottle in front of him.
"Your drink. Please enjoy."
Akainu gave a curt nod and poured himself a glass.
As always, he drank in silence.
No wasted words. No glances.
Just one glass after another, eyes fixed on the amber surface.
Across the bar, Keisha's brow arched suddenly. "Oh…"
"So that witch has already begun spreading her depraved little gospel of 'decadence and freedom,' has she?"
Ronn merely smiled, saying nothing.
It wasn't his place to gossip about clients—especially those two.
Keisha sipped her drink thoughtfully.
"In that case," she murmured, "this world will make a fine experiment."
"Will it sink into the madness of unrestrained freedom," she mused aloud, "or will order and justice bring it peace?"
That question—the eternal war between justice and corruption—was why she and Liang Bing had battled for ten thousand years.
If her doctrine had taken root here, then Keisha would not simply stand by.
Her divine law forbade directly ruling over lesser civilizations—but she could guide them.
And right in front of her sat the perfect vessel for her justice.
"Don't overdo it," Ronn warned gently.
When Liang Bing had set Doflamingo loose with her philosophy of depravity, Ronn had already been curious.
What would happen if Keisha's ideal of divine justice took root in the same soil?
Which would humanity choose?
Keisha smiled faintly. "I'm not as stupid as that witch."
Then she turned to Akainu, crossing her long legs, her gaze soft yet commanding.
"Young man, I like your sense of justice."
"Now that the seed of corruption has been sown, justice must rise to suppress it."
Akainu looked up from his glass—expression flat, eyes deadpan.
Another lunatic.
Couldn't she just say things normal people say?
Keisha caught his thoughts easily and chuckled. "Oh, I see. You don't understand. The Navy hasn't yet realized Morgana's ideology has begun infecting your world."
"Simply put," she continued serenely, "I need someone to spread the true order of justice."
"Among the Navy, only you catch my eye. Well—Sengoku, twenty years ago, had potential too. 'Justice that reigns supreme.'"
"But since taking command, he's turned to balance and compromise."
Her voice sharpened. "Pathetic."
"What kind of soldiers does an age produce, hmm?"
"Your justice is pure, Sakazuki.
Carry it.
Spread it.
Let it burn away every stain of corruption across this ocean.
Let righteous order light the world."
Her tone was calm but radiant—like a priestess reciting scripture, her god being Justice itself.
Akainu just… stared.
He stretched out his observation haki, probing—
and found nothing. No power. No aura. Just a normal woman.
His jaw tightened. Veins bulged on his forehead.
A normal woman lecturing me on justice?
And "young man"? Again?
He was fifty-three, damn it!
Old enough to be her father!
He exhaled through his nose, turned toward Ronn.
"I don't recall there being a mental asylum on Sabaody," he muttered.
"Where'd she escape from?"
For a heartbeat, silence.
Then—
"Pfft—HAHAHA!" Rayleigh nearly choked on his drink.
"Oh, Sakazuki… I'll bring flowers to your grave this time next year."
The Holy Master's face twitched. He patted his son's shoulder solemnly.
"Son, remember this: when you travel, never talk nonsense. You'll get yourself killed."
The Heart-Softening Spray was still in effect; the Demon Dragon sniffled and nodded tearfully.
"Yes, Father…"
Ronn sighed behind the bar. "She's from another world."
Akainu blinked.
Great. Another one.
Today was cursed.
First his mind had been invaded, now a self-proclaimed angel wanted him to evangelize justice.
Keisha shook her head with a soft sigh.
"According to your 'Blue Star's' terms… I hadn't wanted to reveal myself."
"I hoped to speak to you as an ordinary woman."
Her voice hardened. "But now—"
With a low hum, white wings burst open from her back.
Her white-and-gold dress melted into black armor streaked with crimson light,
a red cloak flaring behind her without a whisper of wind.
Sanctity and dominance exploded through the tavern,
the pressure sweeping through the air before focusing entirely on Akainu.
A light punishment for his insolence.
Under that crushing presence, his face flushed crimson.
His breath came ragged.
"T-Tenshi…?" he gasped.
Angels—weren't they supposed to be myths?
Now one stood in front of him.
And in that instant, Akainu felt something inside him crack.
His worldview—built and hardened over fifty years—shattered like glass.
Now he understood.
She wasn't crazy—she was recruiting.
A divine missionary looking for a prophet of justice.
Keisha smiled sweetly.
"Well? Do I still look like a madwoman?"
Akainu swallowed hard. "N-no… you don't."
Then he jabbed a finger toward the two demons weeping quietly in the corner.
"But since you're an angel—why haven't you killed them yet?"
The Holy Master and his son froze.
"???"
"Hold on," the Holy Master croaked, raising both claws.
"First of all—secondly—and lastly…"
"I didn't offend anyone!"
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