Chapitre 47: Water 7 War II / Unexpected Encounter
As the War at Water 7 raged on, a different kind of reckoning unfolded in the New World, the Gloria Kingdom. The execution platform stood high above the city square, a grim monument to justice as the crowd gathered in tense anticipation.
Through the crowd of onlookers, a path opened as the infamous pirate, Drought, was marched forward. His wrists and ankles bound tightly, Drought shuffled with his head bowed, his once-defiant aura replaced with resignation. Behind him walked Gordon, his posture upright, arms clasped behind his back, his stern face unreadable. On Gordon's side, like a dark shadow, was Zexer, his dark cloak concealing his features, a figure of mysterious presence. Trailing behind them came the figures of the King and Queen, their steps following behind, their expressions stern yet victorious.
The silence of the crowd was then broken by murmurs or the harsh thud of rocks hurled at Drought. Some missed, some hit, but the pirate didn't flinch. The punishment had already crushed his spirit. As he ascended the stairs to the platform, his chains rattled faintly, a sound that seemed to amplify the dread in the air.
At the top of the scaffold, Drought was forced to his knees, his head positioned forward, awaiting the execution. The King stepped forward, his voice loud and clear as he addressed the citizens of Gloria.
"This man, this scourge, has terrorized our lands, slaughtered our people, and brought ruin to countless lives. Today, Gloria Kingdom stands as one, united in delivering justice for his crimes!"
The citizens erupted into cheers, their cries of approval echoing through the square. Drought kept his head down, his lips twitching as if he wanted to speak, but no words came.
The executioner emerged, clad in a dark hood and carrying a massive axe that gleamed ominously from the dark clouds. Each of his heavy steps caused the platform to creak, the sound making Drought visibly tremble. The executioner raised the weapon high, its edge catching the light as the crowd held its breath.
The King's voice rang out, sharp and commanding. "Kill him!"
In one swift motion, the axe fell, slicing cleanly through Drought's neck. His lifeless body crumpled, and his head rolled forward. A wave of cheers erupted, a purifying release from the citizens, who shouted praises for the Kingdom's strength and justice.
Standing at the rear of the platform, Gordon and Zexer watched silently. Zexer's usual air of mystery didn't waver, but Gordon's expression shifted subtly, his brows furrowing as his instincts flared. A sharp pulse of unease coursed through him.
"Do you feel that presence?" Gordon asked quietly.
Zexer's concealed face tilted slightly, his voice a whisper. "Yeah... their presence isn't normal..."
Without another word, Gordon pulled out a Den Den Mushi. The tiny snail crackled to life. "Sir Gordon?" came the voice of a Revolutionary officer.
"Pharo, call for backup," Gordon said, his tone steely. "There's about to be a big fight..."
As soon as the call ended, Gordon tucked the Den Den Mushi away. He moved forward with deliberate steps, the air around him growing heavier with each stride. His golden Conqueror's Haki rippled outward, its pressure silencing the crowd and sending shivers through the assembly. The very ground beneath his feet groaned under the force as he reached the edge of the platform.
With his voice resonating across the square, Gordon shouted, "Who goes there? Come out! We know you're here somewhere!"
The silence that followed was palpable, broken only by the faint rustling of the wind. Then, from the shadowed depths of an alleyway, a guttural laugh rang out.
"Fuhihyihi!!! I guess we got caught!"
A large figure emerged, stepping into the sunlight. Cloaked in a tattered gray garment, the sheer size of the intruder drew gasps from the crowd. The hood obscured most of his face, but two large, curved horns jutted defiantly from its sides.
Gordon's sharp eyes narrowed. "Kaido... Ex-crewmate of the Rocks Pirates!"
Kaido ignored the murmurs of the crowd as he took a long swig from his flask, the loud gulps echoing ominously. Lowering the bottle, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before glaring at Gordon.
"Don't you dare talk about that crew..." Kaido growled, his tone shifting dangerously. His eyes burned with a drunken yet unmistakable menace. "We're disbanded!"
The platform seemed to tremble under the weight of Kaido's claim as Gordon and Zexer prepared themselves, their focus locked on the towering figure before them. The atmosphere grew dangerous, the tension heavy enough to smother the breath of anyone nearby.
As the realization of Kaido's power spread, panic rippled through the crowd. Citizens began fleeing for safety, their cries of fear filling the square. Amid the chaos, the King and Queen held their ground. Though visibly tense, they refused to retreat, standing resolutely at the forefront this time.
[Water 7, Dock 5]
Dock 5, chaos continued to unfold as the battle reached cataclysmic proportions. Roger, watching from a distance, couldn't contain his excitement. His iconic grin stretched wide as he witnessed Garp unleashing a devastating attack on Draco. The sheer destruction caused by the clash had split the island apart, a testament to the immense power of Garp.
His grin widened, the gleam in his eyes reflecting the excitement couldn't be contained. But his attention wavered, drawn to another clash nearby, which was Oden and Aokiji, locked in a fierce battle.
Oden's relentless swings clashed against Aokiji's cold attack, the battlefield around them a chaotic blend of frozen terrain and marks of Odens sword strikes. Roger's gaze lingered on Oden, his grip tightening on the hilt of his blade, his knuckles turning white with anticipation.
For a moment, it seemed as though Roger might leap into the fray between them, but he stopped himself.
"Oden's got that covered," Roger declared with a mischievous glint in his eye. He released his grip on his blade slightly, flexing his fingers as if savoring the prospect of battle. "I want to have some fun too!" Before looking towards Garp and Draco.
Brandishing his blade with eager anticipation, Roger prepared to leap with all his strength into the fray, only to feel himself yanked back by the heel of his boot. "Huh? Oh, Rayleigh!" Roger exclaimed in confusion, spinning to see his first mate.
Rayleigh, his expression calm as always, planted Roger back on the ground. "Let it play out, Roger. This isn't our fight," he said, his arms crossed. Beside him, Scopper Gaban nodded in agreement.
"But look at it!" Roger argued, pointing at the battlefield with an almost childlike enthusiasm. "Garp's pushing him, but Draco hasn't even started fighting back yet!"
Rayleigh's lips curved into a knowing smirk. "Exactly. That's why we stay out of it. Let's not forget, that we're surrounded by fifty battleships filled with powerful Marines. We've got bigger things to worry about."
Reluctantly, Roger plopped down beside Rayleigh, his sword resting across his lap. "So," Roger began, glancing at the chaos on the shore. "Do you think Draco will get serious?"
After thinking for a few seconds, Rayleigh replied with a grin. "Maybe... if Draco loses interest and they keep pursuing."
[At the Shore]
After Garp's Blue Hole attack, Draco stood motionless in the crater it left. The earth beneath him had splintered into jagged chasms, yet his expression remained calm, even amused.
Garp, his hand still pressed against Draco's head, narrowed his eyes before breaking into a wide grin. "You're tough, boy. I'll give you that!"
Cocking his fist back for another devastating blow, Garp swung with all his might. But this time, Draco tilted his head slightly, effortlessly dodging the punch. The force of the missed strike caused the ground behind him to collapse further, sending debris flying into the sea.
Before Garp could recover, Draco flicked his finger, a light flick, just once, into Garp's chest. The impact was immediate and overwhelming. Garp's eyes widened as blood spurted from his mouth, and his body launched like a cannonball toward the sea.
His momentum didn't stop there. Garp hurtled through the air, crashing toward Kong's battleship. Sengoku, alarmed by the incoming human projectile, leapt into action with a quick soru, intercepting Garp in midair. But even Sengoku underestimated the force of the blow. The collision sent both men crashing into the bow of the battleship, splintering it.
Kong, standing at the helm, clenched his jaw in frustration. "FIRE!" he roared.
At his command, every nearby battleship unleashed a barrage of cannon fire aimed directly at Draco's position. The air filled with the deafening sound of explosions as shells rained down toward Dock 5.
Draco, unfazed, watched the incoming assault with mild interest.
{Normal Series: Normal Punch}
He muttered, cocking his arm back.
Planting his foot firmly, Draco unleashed a single, casual punch. The air twisted and howled as the force of the blow rippled forward, colliding with the oncoming shells. The cannonballs slowed mid-flight as if time slowed down before reversing course, accelerating back toward the fleet at twice their original speed.
Sengoku, shaken but still composed, staggered to his feet after crashing into the deck of the battleship. "Garp! I told you to be more careful!" he barked, his voice tinged with frustration.
Garp, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth, responded with his trademark laugh, "Bwahahaha! That brat's tougher than he looks!" Despite his jovial tone, his hand instinctively went to his chest, where Draco's flick had left a deep ache. Groaning in pain, he rose to his feet, his grin widening with renewed determination.
Before Sengoku could berate him further, his eyes snapped to the shore, where Draco was making his next move. Instantly recognizing the danger, Sengoku's expression hardened.
{Awaken Form!}
He declared, his body erupting in golden light.
With practiced precision, Sengoku dropped into a meditative stance, crossing his legs as he unleashed his,
{Nirvana Fortress}
A radiant, golden barrier expanded outward, forming a protective dome around the fleet. The incoming cannon fire from Draco's redirected attack slammed into the shield, scattering harmlessly.
Though the barrier held against the shells, Sengoku's annoyance was evident. "This kid..." he muttered under his breath. But his irritation turned to alarm as Draco's Normal Series: Normal Punch followed, its sheer force dwarfing the earlier assault.
The punch struck the Nirvana Fortress with a thunderous impact. Cracks began to spiderweb across the radiant shield, the golden light dimming as it struggled to contain the force. Kong, standing at the helm with his arms crossed, tightened his jaw. Sweat dripped from his brow as he prepared for the inevitable.
"That defense won't hold," Kong muttered under his breath, his mind racing. The reports on Draco had severely underestimated his strength. This was no ordinary opponent; this was a human with power that was bordered on the divine/God.
Just as Kong predicted, the Nirvana Fortress shattered completely. The radiant dome exploded in a burst of golden lotus leaf fragments, leaving Sengoku vulnerable. The strain of maintaining the shield had taken its toll. Sengoku coughed up blood, his legs trembling as his awakened form faded. He returned to his normal state, barely clinging to consciousness.
"Stay back, Sengoku!" Kong ordered as he stepped forward, his body already beginning to transform. Green fur sprouted across his skin as his muscles swelled, his features shifting into a primal, ape-like form.
{Hybrid Form: King Kong}
He growled, his voice deep and resonant. As the transformation completed, streaks of green lightning crackled around his massive frame, his Conqueror's Haki surging outward.
With a mighty roar, Kong met Draco's Normal Punch head-on, swinging his own fist with unparalleled strength. "King Kong: Concussion!" he bellowed, the impact creating a vortex of energy that rippled through the air. The blast's radius pushed the battleships farther from the shore, and the sea churned violently under the pressure.
When the dust settled, Kong dropped to one knee, his breathing labored. Blood dripped from his mouth and nose, evidence of the immense strain he had endured to counter Draco's attack.
Draco, standing at a distance, remained unfazed. Resting his chin on his hand, he observed the aftermath with a casual curiosity. "Hmm... I thought I'd at least destroy their ship," he muttered, as though critiquing his performance.
Kong, still kneeling, clenched his fists and growled. "We'll need a new plan," he admitted, his voice low but resolute.
L’AVIS DES CRÉATEURS 
Human_Draco
Human_Draco This is my fan-fic, but If you guys hadn't noticed, I changed one of the biggest aspect here, CONQUEROR HAKI relates to their own "color".
Scopper = Copper Color
Saint Homer = Icy Blue Color
Rayleigh = Dark with a tinge of red
Gordon = Gold mixed with white
Etc.
I do this cause it seems refreshing. Also I'd like to defrentiate characters with this. Draco's color will be revealed soon.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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