The battlefield was fire and fury.
Smoke curled through the skies like the fingers of a dying beast, while the cries of clashing swords and roaring cannons echoed across the ruined shores. Blood stained the land and the sea alike as the proud banners of the Marines, once a symbol of law and order, fluttered in tatters. The ocean breeze carried the scent of gunpowder and burning ships. And amidst this chaos, the impossible was happening—the World Government's strongest force was falling apart, crushed under the relentless might of the Void Pirates.
They came like a storm.
At the heart of the chaos, two terrifying figures carved their way through the Marine ranks with terrifying grace and precision—Seraphim Mihawk and Seraphim Hancock. These weren't mere copies; they were living weapons, forged with Lunarian fire and enhanced lineage factors, combining the deadliest aspects of human and science.
Seraphim Mihawk and Hancock vs. The Vice Admirals
Vice Admiral Momonga surged forward, his eyes focused, blade gleaming in the smokechoked sunlight. He launched a fierce diagonal slash aimed at Seraphim Hancock's heart. But she moved with elegance—twisting, spinning midair like a dancer caught in her own rhythm. Her eyes met his with haunting beauty, and in a single glance, Momonga froze.
Literally.
Stone crept up his arms, his face, his blade—until he became a marble statue, midattack. One of the proudest Vice Admirals was turned to a monument of his own failure.
Elsewhere, Seraphim Mihawk faced Vice Admiral Onigumo. Their blades screamed as they collided again and again, sparks showering the air with each furious strike. Onigumo, with six spiderlike appendages, attacked from every angle, but Seraphim Mihawk stood unmoved—his golden eyes cold, precise. One clean horizontal arc shattered Onigumo's defense, followed by a devastating upward slash that sent him flying into a broken battleship. The Vice Admiral did not rise again.
The Vice Admirals, once the backbone of Marine strength, fell one by one—crushed by artificial beings more perfect than the legends they were based on.
Jessie's Composure Amidst Chaos
And in the eye of the storm—there was Jessie.
Seated calmly on a barrel surrounded by flames, Jessie leisurely picked through a platter of grilled meat, sipping from a bottle of sake like this was a festival, not a war. His sword rested lazily across his lap, untouched. His eyes flicked across the battlefield, unbothered, watching his crew dismantle the might of the Marines.
Behind him, UTA stood with arms crossed, her long red ponytail swaying in the wind. Her expression was unreadable, but her fingers twitched with anticipation. She hadn't moved yet. Jessie hadn't given the signal.
But if he did—she would unleash hell.
The Admirals' Downfall
The real storm, though, came with the Admirals.
Three names feared by the world: Kizaru, Fujitora, and Ryokugyu. Each one an unstoppable force in their own right—until they faced the crew of Jessie.
Vash the Stampede blurred across the battlefield in streaks of red and gold, his twin pistols spinning as he danced around beams of light. Kizaru, the man of light himself, fired with the speed of photons—but Vash was always a second faster. He didn't just dodge—he predicted, weaving between lasers and striking with pinpoint shots that disoriented the Admiral. One bullet clipped Kizaru's shoulder. Then another in the leg. And then, with a final shot to the chest, Vash brought the Admiral of Light crashing into the dust.
Kuina stood tall, her eyes reflecting the falling debris like silent fire. Across from her, Admiral Fujitora floated several feet off the ground, his blind eyes lifted to the sky, summoning gravity with a whisper. Swords and rubble alike rained from above. But Kuina moved like wind, her blade flashing between gravitational crushes and flying debris. She closed the distance, feet sliding on shattered stone, and with a cry of resolve, slashed across Fujitora's chest—clean, sharp, and final. The admiral stumbled and collapsed, defeated by the girl once believed to be a shadow behind Zoro.
And then there was BlackEye—the mysterious panda no one took seriously until it was too late. Ryokugyu summoned roots and vines, turning the ground into a living garden of death. But BlackEye didn't flinch. With a thunderous roar, he tore through the forest, claws shining with haki, his strength monstrous. Each swing broke trees, shattered roots, and finally landed squarely into the Admiral's abdomen—sending Ryokugyu through the earth like a meteor. The forest fell silent. BlackEye had won.
A World That Watches – The Straw Hats on the Move
Far from the battlefield that had shaken the world, the Thousand Sunny sailed gently beneath a starlit sky. The sea was calm, the wind gentle, but aboard the ship, silence had taken hold. The crew gathered around a Den Den Mushi, its snail face mimicking a broadcast that had gripped the entire world—the devastating fall of the Marine Admirals at the hands of the Void Pirates.
The Straw Hat Pirates, now sailing toward Egghead Island, watched with wide eyes and heavy hearts.
In Frost Moon Village, a place nestled in snow and swordsmanship, Koshiro stood like a statue. His sword remained at his side, untouched, as the Den Den Mushi continued its replay of the final moments. He saw her—Kuina, not just standing over Admiral Fujitora, but victorious, her blade steady, her breath calm. For a moment, the snow around him seemed to pause midair.
His voice trembled.
"My daughter... you've carved your own legacy," he whispered, as tears rolled down his face—tears of pride, not sorrow.
Back on the Thousand Sunny, the crew finally broke their silence.
Luffy grinned, teeth gleaming. "Jessie's crew is strong... real strong. That panda guy was awesome!"
Sanji lit a cigarette, eyes narrowed. "Impressive... but I still cook better than all of them."
Robin folded her hands, thinking deeply. "The world's balance is shifting. The Void Pirates just changed everything."
Franky pumped a fist. "SUPER defeat! They wiped the floor with the Admirals!"
Nami crossed her arms. "If the Marines couldn't stop them... then what happens next?"
Zoro exhaled slowly, a blade across his knees. He didn't move much, didn't need to. His sharp eyes stayed fixed on the Den Den Mushi's projection. The sight of Kuina—alive, strong, a warrior in her own right—sent a wave of emotions through him.
A low whistle escaped his lips.
"Heh… You did it, Kuina," he muttered with a grin. "You really did it."
And for the first time in years, he felt something deep inside his chest shift—an old dream reawakened.
Usopp his sight of Vash the Stampede, darting through lasers and bringing down Admiral Kizaru with perfect shots, had him screaming.
"That's my kind of sniper!" Usopp howled, puffing his chest out. His nose twitched with admiration. "Precision, style, and a little bit of crazy! I love it!"
Chopper his small hoof clutching a cup of cocoa. But he barely noticed the warmth. His eyes were glued to the Den Den Mushi, where BlackEye, the strange pandalike fighter, unleashed devastating strength against Admiral Ryokugyu.
Chopper's jaw hung open.
"He's… incredible," he whispered. "His strength… but also his endurance. His biology must be fascinating! Is he even fully panda?!"
As the Sunny sailed onward toward Egghead, the Straw Hats knew one thing for certain—the world had changed. And they were sailing straight into its eye.