Destroy Marineford

Outside of Wano.

Ryokugyu, the admiral, soared through the skies of Wano, suspended above a flower that spun ceaselessly. Below him stretched a green sea of lush vegetation.

His arrival on this island had a dual purpose: to capture the new Yonko and witness the legendary wooden style of the "Ninja God."

He couldn't fathom that his Akuma no Mi, with its power over nature, could be surpassed by mere ninjutsu. However, what he observed around him puzzled him.

Connecting with the trees and plant life through his dominion, Ryokugyu discovered a reality that shook him: not only were they alive, but they possessed a strange energy he had never perceived. This energy, according to what he had read in Marineford, could be chakra.

What terrified him most was the time. Thirty to forty years had passed since the death of the Ninja God, but the trees he created still retained their vital energy. He wondered how powerful these trees must have been at the moment of their creation.

The most surprising thing was that this energy wasn't limited to the trees on the outskirts of Wano, but permeated the entire island.

A chill ran down his spine as he murmured to himself: "What a pity I didn't live in the same era as him..."

His mind filled with questions that tormented him all the time: "How did the Ninja God die?" He had already asked this question privately to Garp, Sengoku, and Kong, who participated in the battle of God Valley where Rocks was defeated by Garp and Roger.

However, these three veterans only responded with bitter smiles, yawns, or changes of topic, evading his question.

"PURUPURUPURU…!"

Ryokugyu's Den Den Mushi suddenly rang, pulling him out of his deep reflection: "Who is it?"

"Ryokugyu, are you still in Wano?" Akainu's grave voice resonated from the other side of the Den Den Mushi. "If you haven't left yet, withdraw immediately."

"Sakazuki-san?" Ryokugyu frowned upon hearing Akainu's urgent tone. "The Red-Haired Pirates had also arrived in the waters of Wano. But I have already withdrawn."

"Good..." An involuntary sigh of relief escaped Akainu's lips. "Don't worry about the Red-Haired Pirates, return to Headquarters immediately."

"What happened?" Ryokugyu asked with curiosity.

".....Tokikake died in the West Blue," Akainu paused for a moment, his voice laden with sorrow. "I don't know how it happened, but for now, we have suppressed the news."

"What?! That old man is dead?!" Ryokugyu nearly dropped the Den Den Mushi in shock. He couldn't believe Tokikake had died in the West Blue. Something didn't add up.

"I have already sent someone to verify the information," Akainu took a deep breath and said coldly. "Once we have confirmation, we will take the necessary measures."

"Understood," Ryokugyu nodded, aware of the gravity of the situation. "I will return to Headquarters immediately."

"Gotcha," Akainu hung up the Den Den Mushi.

Ryokugyu stored the device, his face reflecting a mix of helplessness and concern.

The news of Tokikake's death, once made public, would have a strong impact on the prestige of the Marines and even the World Government. The morale of the soldiers would be affected, and uncertainty would reign within the organization.

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In the heart of the Calm Belts, where the sea is still and time stands still, lies a deserted island, an oasis of peace. Sands as white as snow border the coast, inviting bare feet to walk on its soft surface. Lush vegetation extends across the entire island. A vibrant coral reef surrounds the coast, offering an underwater spectacle of dreams. And in the center, a crystal-clear freshwater lake reflects the majesty of the starry sky.

A small group of people lives in harmony with this earthly paradise, dedicating themselves to fishing, agriculture, and crafts. Their lifestyle is simple and tranquil, far from the hustle and bustle.

At night, the sky becomes an infinite canvas dotted with thousands of stars, offering an unparalleled view.

Hashirama, standing on the island's coast, had an enigmatic smile on his lips. For days, he had dedicated his time to reading newspapers and deciphering the current moment.

Finally, he had arrived at the truth: Indeed, the history of the One Piece world had not changed. It is similar to the original, except that all his history and actions have been blocked, and no one can know who he is, creating a "Blank Year."

"As expected of the World Government..." Hashirama murmured with a mix of irony and determination. Dropping the newspaper, he turned to King with a serene look: "King, get ready. We are going to Marineford."

"What?!" King exclaimed, surprised by the sudden decision. "The news of that old man's death has been suppressed..."

A mocking smile formed on Hashirama's face. "The World Government has erased everything about me, but... I will reclaim everything. But before going to the New World, I'll give them a nice gift. After all, I am the Ninja God. I can do whatever I want."

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