Bab 143: War With Whitebeard Approaches - The Fate of the Scattered Straw Hats
At Marine Headquarters, Fleet Admiral Sengoku paced the grand hall, his face etched with worry and tension. News had reached him that Boa Hancock, the elusive Warlord of the Sea, had a sudden change of heart and agreed to support the Marines. Relieved, Sengoku thought, We need every bit of manpower we can muster for what's coming.
But relief was short-lived. His brow furrowed as another report arrived, relayed urgently by a young Marine. Whitebeard's fleet—twenty-three formidable ships in total—had vanished without a trace. And across the New World, pirate crews were stirring, their movements suspicious and brimming with a sense of anticipation. Sengoku clenched his fists, knowing the world was teetering on the edge of something colossal.
Meanwhile, deep within Impel Down, Garp made his way to the high-security cells. In the dim light, Ace sat, his expression a mixture of anger and resignation as his chains rattled against the cold stone. Garp's gaze softened, but his words were steady.
"Ace… war's coming," he muttered. "Even if you survive, the world has enraged the King of the Seas."
Far away in Mary Geoise, the highest seats of power were assembling their forces. Five of the Seven Warlords of the Sea had gathered, each unique in both appearance and aura. Dracule Mihawk, stoic and sharp as the edge of his blade, watched quietly. Beside him stood Gecko Moria, his laughter ominous and unsettling. Donquixote Doflamingo's unsettling grin mirrored his twisted mind, while Bartholomew Kuma loomed like a silent, powerful shadow.
The last to arrive was Marshall D. Teach, known as Blackbeard. His appearance was met with a mixture of indifference and suspicion. To everyone present, Teach was an enigma. But for now, they were bound by one thing: the looming war against Whitebeard.
While the world moved closer to chaos, the scattered members of the Straw Hat crew faced their own strange predicaments in distant lands.
Nami awoke with a start to find herself on an unusual island high above the sea, blanketed in puffy clouds. The old man standing before her was dressed in colorful, flowing robes, and a twinkle in his eye suggested a lifetime of wisdom.
"Welcome to Weatheria!" he said, gesturing around him at the curious instruments and towering cloud formations. Nami's attention quickly focused on a strange device he held—a "wind knot," he called it, explaining its role in manipulating air currents and weather patterns.
Though intrigued, Nami was still irritated by her unexpected landing, especially as the old man's explanations veered toward long-winded stories. All she wanted was a way back to her crew, but as he continued, she realized this strange island might hold valuable knowledge about weather manipulation.
Elsewhere, Franky found himself surrounded by snow and frigid winds. He was on a desolate winter island, the sound of metal clanging in the distance. His attention snapped to a sudden threat—a cyborg dog launched a projectile that narrowly missed him. Unfazed, Franky stood tall, striking a dramatic pose.
"I don't need warm clothes!" he declared, ignoring the locals' offer. "This week's me is no good!" He flexed, his metal arms gleaming against the snowy landscape, and to his surprise, the townsfolk struck similar poses, mirroring his movements.
With a smirk, Franky learned from them that this place, Karakuri Island, was also known as the "Future Kingdom Barjimoa." Surrounded by technology beyond anything he had ever seen, he couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement—this island was a goldmine of inventions he could hardly wait to explore.
Sanji's experience, however, was anything but thrilling. As he opened his eyes, he was greeted by an island bathed in pink hues. Around him were colorful flowers and a chorus of joyful, cheerful voices. He staggered to his feet, only to realize that he was on Momoiro Island, a place of nightmare for him—an island of Okamas.
"Oh, sweet Nami-swan… beautiful Robin-chwan," he muttered, barely holding back tears as he took in the sight of the Okamas, who looked back at him with wide, inviting smiles.
As they advanced on him, Sanji took off at a dead sprint, cursing his bad luck. Of all places, why did it have to be here? he thought, running faster than ever before.
On the Grand Line, Usopp was surrounded by the lush, wild greenery of the Boin Archipelago. Trees towered over him, and every leaf seemed alive with strange energy. He was on high alert, his instincts screaming at him to be careful. A monstrous plant snapped its jaws close to his head, only for a strange man named Heracles to intervene, saving him.
"Beware, young warrior!" Heracles warned, his speech punctuated by dramatic flourishes. "This place… will eat you whole if you let it!"
As Usopp stared at his new companion, the endless dangers of the forest became apparent. Every step was a gamble, but Heracles seemed oddly prepared, guiding Usopp through the strange island. Usopp found himself inspired—if he wanted to survive here, he'd need to become stronger.
Brook awoke to a strange sight—he was surrounded by a group of people dressed in dark, ritualistic robes. They were chanting his name, calling him "Satan-sama" with a mix of awe and terror. He glanced around, realizing he had somehow become the star of their ritual.
The cultists approached him, asking for his help to destroy the enemies who had wronged them. Bemused, Brook's only reply was, "Before I do anything… may I see your panties?"
The cultists, visibly flustered, rushed to find him offerings, their fear now mingling with admiration. Brook was entertained, but in his mind, he was focused solely on reuniting with his crew.
In the East Blue, Robin found herself shackled on a massive bridge construction site called Tequila Wolf. A gruff foreman informed her that this was where prisoners and citizens from non-affiliated nations were forced to work, and that the bridge had been under construction for over seven centuries.
As Robin took in the sheer scale of the operation, a chill of realization swept over her. This was the World Government's way of keeping non-aligned nations in check—by forcing their citizens into hard labor. Though shackled, Robin's mind raced with thoughts of escape and retribution.
Chopper, awakening on Torino Kingdom in the South Blue, found himself face-to-face with two enormous birds, each pecking at him curiously. Still weakened from his Monster Point, Chopper tried to scurry away, but his movements were sluggish.
Falling out of their nest, Chopper landed at the feet of the island's natives, who initially saw him as an unusual snack. But their curiosity grew when Chopper spoke, his soft voice convincing them to reconsider. He looked around at the towering birds and unfamiliar surroundings, wondering how he would survive here.
On Kuraigana Island, Perona was busy lamenting her lack of servants when a sudden crash startled her. She rushed over and found Zoro lying injured, his swords scattered around him. Though annoyed by his presence, she couldn't ignore his wounds and began bandaging him up.
When Zoro awoke, he groggily asked for his swords, but Perona refused, her face a mixture of annoyance and reluctant concern. Despite her grumbling, she couldn't help but feel a bit of pity for him, though she'd never admit it.
Back at Marineford, the tension was palpable. Waves of Marines moved into position as the days counted down to Ace's execution. Fleet Admiral Sengoku oversaw the preparations, his thoughts drifting back to Whitebeard's disappearance. He knew that whatever was coming, it would be a clash of legendary proportions.
In the vast assembly hall at Mary Geoise, the gathered Warlords exchanged calculating looks. Each of them knew that Whitebeard's might was unparalleled, yet they were bound to the World Government for reasons of their own. For Doflamingo, it was merely another game. Mihawk, however, looked distant, his thoughts a mystery as he weighed the situation in silence.
As the fateful day approached, the Marines stood ready, bracing themselves for the storm that was sure to come. But scattered across the world, the Straw Hats were unaware of the brewing war. Each of them, on a journey of their own, would soon find themselves preparing to face the challenges ahead.
Back in Impel Down, Garp watched over Ace one last time, his heart heavy. "This world… it's about to change, Ace," he murmured. "And I hope your brother… I hope he finds a way to survive."
Above the tumultuous seas and isolated islands, hidden in the shadows, Raja watched each of the Straw Hats with a solemn gaze. In each new and strange environment, his crew would be tested and forced to grow stronger, preparing them for the battles that lay ahead. And while they were separated, he knew their paths would eventually converge.
For now, he would ensure that each of them survived their trials.
Raja tapped his Bracelet " Guys can you hear me" All the crew{except Luffy} respond at the same time "Raja Save me".
Raja chuckled " Guys how are you anybody hurt and I can only talk to you can't Save you because everybody are in different Blue sea I will try to locate you guys and upgrade the watches please be patient".
Raja " I will find Luffy first because he is near please wait for a week I will call back and update our situation"
Crew " Yes Raja thank you" and connection on the bracelets dimmed.
As the winds of war swept across the seas, Raja vanished, blending into the shadows, leaving the fate of the world's greatest adventure yet to unfold.
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