Sea Circle Calendar, Year 1513.The gears of the world's fate began to turn faster beneath the surface.
Donquixote Doflamingo—who had personally gunned down the only blood relative left to him in this world—leveraged his former status as a Celestial Dragon to swiftly secure a seat among the Seven Warlords of the Sea.
Using that privilege, he led the entire Donquixote Family in force into the New World, fixing his predatory gaze on the kingdom of Dressrosa.
Not long after, through a meticulously orchestrated conspiracy—combined with the terrifying ability of his String-String Fruit, which allowed him to manipulate others at will—Doflamingo seized control of an entire nation without spilling a single drop of blood, officially beginning his reign.
That same year, in the latter half, a major incident shook the Marines as well.
The training vessel led by then–Marine instructor Z, carrying a full complement of recruits, was ambushed by pirates within the operational waters of G-10 Base.
At the critical moment, disaster was narrowly averted only because Enel, thanks to his vast, far-reaching Mantra—his "heart-net"—detected the danger in advance and rushed in to provide support.
But this incident enraged one man.
Gern Reginald Sigmar, newly returned to the New World, was furious.
In a fit of cold, controlled wrath, Gern personally led his直属部队—the infamous "Catastrophe" Division—and unleashed a merciless, large-scale purge across the surrounding seas.
The indiscriminate brutality of that operation sent shockwaves across the ocean.
Even titans like Whitebeard, Kaido, and Big Mom were forced to take notice.So too were regional overlords—among them the ruler of Pirate Island itself, the great pirate Wang Zhi, who chose to temporarily abandon his stronghold and retreat rather than clash head-on.
For a time, the name G-10 became synonymous with terror once more.
Time flowed on.
Two years later—Sea Circle Calendar, Year 1515.
In Water 7, the genius shipwright Iceburg, together with seven master shipbuilding families, founded the Galley-La Company.
At the same time, the World Government's secret intelligence unit, CP9, infiltrated the organization from within, covertly coveting the blueprints of the Ancient Weapon Pluton.
Elsewhere, in the Florian Triangle, the musician of the Rumbar Pirates—Brook—had his shadow stolen by the Warlord Gecko Moria, condemning him to wander the darkness for years to come.
Meanwhile, far away in the West Blue, Nico Robin finally set sail, officially entering the Grand Line.
The following year—Sea Circle Calendar, Year 1516.A year destined to be carved into history.
"Red-Haired" Shanks, leading the Red Hair Pirates, rose with overwhelming, unmatched ferocity.
One by one, he tore territory from the jaws of three entrenched giants of the New World:"Beasts" Kaido, BIG MOM Charlotte Linlin, and even Wang Zhi, who had only recently returned to Pirate Island.
In the climactic battle on Carlero Island, Shanks defeated head-on a vice admiral of G-10 Base—the man known as "The Devil," Douglas Bullet.
With that monumental victory, and a bounty soaring to 4,489,000,000 Beli,Shanks was crowned—beyond dispute—the youngest Emperor of the Sea.
Thus, the Four Emperors of the New World were formally established, standing in stark, world-shaking balance with the Marines' era of the Four Admirals!!
Soon after, Sea Circle Calendar, Year 1517, three years before Monkey D. Luffy would set sail—
Portgas D. Ace began his own voyage.
That same year, by the whims of fate, he unexpectedly obtained the Flame-Flame Fruit, a Logia-type Devil Fruit, and his power skyrocketed.
He swiftly founded the Spade Pirates, rising through the Grand Line like a blazing comet and becoming the most dazzling supernova of the next generation.
His greatest feat came just before entering the New World:single-handedly defeating one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea—"Hana-zar".
It marked the first recorded defeat of a sitting Warlord since the system's creation!
To make matters even more shocking, Ace subsequently refused the World Government's invitation to become a Warlord himself.
From that moment on, the name "Fire Fist" Ace thundered across the seas, heralded as the strongest newcomer of the new era!!!
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Sea Circle Calendar, Year 1519.Two years after Ace set sail—and his first year officially entering the New World.
New World. G-10's sphere of influence. Slalrock Island.
"Fire Fist!!"
A colossal, blazing fist of flame roared forward, carrying the overwhelming momentum to incinerate everything in its path.
Yet the fire—powerful enough to blast through a warship—was split cleanly down the middle by Haki, dispersing to either side.The scorching air stirred a few strands of white hair.
In the next instant, a carrot-shaped dagger, its blade fully coated in Armament Haki, tore through the flames and shot forward with terrifying precision—aimed straight at Ace's face!
Ace's pupils shrank.He hadn't expected his flames to be pierced so easily.
A surge of danger screamed through his instincts. He arched backward to his absolute limit, his waist bending nearly ninety degrees.
The dagger's tip screamed through the air, slicing past just above the bridge of his nose.
"So fast!"
In that fleeting moment of shock, a white figure appeared at the very end of the dagger's trajectory—moving at a speed Ace couldn't even comprehend.
A slender hand shot out, gripping the dagger's hilt before its momentum had fully faded.
Then—borrowing its force—she leapt.
Her long legs exploded with power utterly at odds with her cute appearance. Her body spun gracefully in midair.
Her right leg rose high like a battle axe, Armament Haki instantly hardening her heel—
And with the crushing weight of a falling meteor, it came down toward Ace's unsteady form!
"Rabbit Kick · Falling Moon!!"
BOOM!!!!
A heavy, muffled impact echoed.
Ace didn't even have time to preemptively disperse into flames. The Haki-coated heel smashed brutally into his shoulder blade.
Agonizing pain tore through his body. His throat tightened, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out.
He was sent flying uncontrollably, crashing through the walls of two already-ruined buildings before finally being buried beneath shattered stone and debris, kicking up a sky of dust.
Lightly, she landed.
Lipo brushed nonexistent dust from her clothes. Behind her, the tip of her snow-white tail swayed gently.
Years had passed. The little rabbit girl from before had grown much taller, the childish roundness fading from her features.
Yet her distinctive white fur, her gradient pink eyes, and the carrot-shaped sling bag—hand-sewn by her grandmother—remained exactly the same.
Lipo gazed at the rubble, her face still wearing that harmless, innocent smile. Her eyes and lips curved like crescent moons as she spoke in a bright, cheerful voice:
"Sorry~But as you are now, you're still not qualified to meet Gern."
The slightly matured Lipo stood there—sweet, deadly, and utterly unyielding.