An Uncertain Future

"Listen to me well, damn puppets of the World Nobles," he spat with disdain. "I don't give a damn if you believe me or not, I'm just informing you. Watch the video, damn it... GOTCHA!"

He cut the call with a brusque gesture, his voice still resonating in the room. Saint Valcurie, stunned, murmured without thinking: "Send the video..."

A heavy silence fell over the room, everyone's faces marked by incredulity. The Five Elders exchanged glances, their eyes filled with a rare astonishment.

"How did he come back to life?" asked Saint V. Nasujuro, gripping the hilt of his sword tightly.

Saint Valcurie responded wearily: "I don't know, but everything about him is a mystery."

"Wait a minute, let's watch the video first!" interjected Saint Mars, his voice laden with concern. "If it really happened, things will get complicated, not just for us, but for the entire sea."

The other members of the Gorosei nodded solemnly. They all knew that the return of that man could shake the very foundations of the world. Not even the new Emperors would stand a chance against him.

Ten minutes later, Kong entered the room, his face clearly troubled. He was holding some papers but had been summoned for a matter of utmost importance.

"Five Elders!!" exclaimed Kong, with a serious expression. "What has happened?"

"First, sit down, something big has occurred," Saint Ju Peter replied sadly. "You'll find out soon."

Noting the tense atmosphere, Kong found a place and sat without asking more questions.

"Five Elders, the video has been received," announced a member of Cipher Pol who entered the room hastily, holding a Den Den Mushi.

"Show it," said Saint Saturn, striving to remain calm.

"Yes!" The man did not hesitate, placed the Den Den Mushi on the desk, bowed his head, and left the conference room.

Saint Mars sighed and activated the video. The next moment, an image was projected in front of the Den Den Mushi.

"It's true..." the Five Elders whispered, abruptly rising from their seats.

Kong remained frozen in place, murmuring in disbelief: "Impossible..."

As the video played, a wave of emotions swept over everyone present. Especially at the moment when that man, with his shining armor, clapped and Marineford was completely engulfed by nature, the Five Elders and Kong couldn't help but fall into memories of the past.

"Damn it!!!" roared Saint Valcurie, gritting his teeth in fury. "How the hell did he come back to life?"

No one answered his question, as they were all immersed in their own thoughts.

"The inexplicable resurrection of Hashirama will further disturb the sea..." murmured Saint Ju Peter, and as they looked into each other's eyes, they could see the anger and weariness in their gazes. After so many years in their positions, this was the first time something like this had happened to them.

"How... how is this possible?" Kong clenched his fists in anger, his body trembling slightly, especially when recalling the scene of Sengoku's death.

Suddenly, Saint V. Nasujuro gritted his teeth and said coldly: "It's time to show our power."

The other Elders hesitated for a moment, but then nodded in agreement, aware that they had to be prepared for the worst.

A dense silence enveloped the room, the Five Elders and Kong still immersed in the shock of Hashirama's return. Then, suddenly, a bloody circle with strange runes burst on the floor, accompanied by a disturbing wave of spatial fluctuations.

From the darkness emerged a figure wrapped in a halo of shadows, its presence filling the room with palpable tension. A genderless voice, seemingly coming from everywhere and nowhere at once, resonated with a slightly intrigued tone.

"Has he really resurrected?"

Recognizing that figure, the Five Elders, who usually maintained an aloof and confident posture, were paralyzed for a moment. But soon, without a word, they knelt carefully, their faces showing reverential devotion.

Kong, still stunned by the overwhelming presence of the enigmatic figure, widened his eyes. His heart raced, for at that moment he understood that he was in the presence of the true leader of the World Government, whom the Gorosei had just paid homage to.

Without hesitation, Kong knelt on the ground and bowed respectfully three times, his body trembling slightly from the tension.

"Imu-sama... Hashirama has resurrected," murmured Saint Ju Peter, taking the courage to confess cautiously. "It seems that Kaido has discovered a method to resurrect people..."

"Do you have a brain? How could Kaido have such a method?" Imu interrupted brusquely, without taking his eyes off the video. "This is the work of this man. Mu was careless."

An uncomfortable silence took hold of the room, barely interrupted by the sound of a few drops of sweat sliding down Saint Ju Peter's forehead, who dared not say anything more.

"Imu-sama, how should we proceed?" asked Saint Mars, hesitating visibly before continuing. "Hashirama is an uncertain factor, and we cannot tolerate him."

With a cold and indifferent voice, Imu responded: "Mu foresees that it will be an entertaining future. You and the Marines be prepared for any moment, the sea will become disastrous again."

Saint Saturn dared to point at the Den Den Mushi, asking in a low voice: "Should these news be disseminated?"

"For now, do not spread anything," ordered Imu, with a bright glint in his red pupils. "He wants to expose this to the whole world, wants the Marines' morale to crumble, so you must be vigilant..."

He added, in a slightly pleased tone: "The resurrection of this man will put great pressure on the pirates, especially on the New Yonko. Mu is eager to see what will happen."

As soon as he finished speaking, Imu's body vanished from the room, as if he had never been there.

A collective sigh of relief swept through those present. Kong couldn't help but wipe the sweat from his forehead, feeling overwhelmed by the powerful presence that had just left. Breathing was difficult, as if the very air had become heavier.

Saint V. Nasujuro stood from his kneeling position and, with determination, declared: "Let's follow Imu-sama's order!"

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Meanwhile, in Paradise, on a luxurious commercial island covered with elegant structures and avenues lined with palm trees, stood an imposing hotel of high standards. Its refined design facade and large windows reflected the sunlight, giving it an almost ethereal appearance.

On the top floor of this luxurious building, in a sumptuous room decorated with exquisite care, Morgans reverently observed Hashirama, who lay comfortably on the giant bed, reading a newspaper with tranquility.

The enormous bed, covered with silk sheets, occupied the center of the room, giving it an air of sumptuousness. From the windows, a panoramic view of the island could be seen, with its gleaming buildings and ships sailing the waters.

"Mr. Hashirama, it really is you," murmured Morgans, incredulous at the presence of the man who had saved him from death four decades ago.

"In the flesh," Hashirama nodded, with a slight smile. "Decades have passed, but I didn't expect you to become the president of the World Economy News."

Hearing this, Morgans replied reverently: "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be where I am today."

In his early days, in a time of danger, Morgans was on the brink of death, cornered by pirates hired by nobles of a kingdom who sought to silence him. It was then that the imposing figure of Hashirama appeared as an unexpected savior.

Morgans, a young journalist at the time, had dared to reveal delicate information about certain dark activities of some nobles of a country. This had made him a target for those who wanted to keep their secrets safe.

Cornered and with no way out, Morgans prepared for his end when, out of nowhere, Hashirama appeared on the scene. With his wood ninjutsu, the enigmatic man faced Morgans' attackers, defeating them effortlessly.

As Morgans watched in astonishment, Hashirama approached him and, with a penetrating look, said: "You have great potential, young man. I can't allow you to waste your life here."

Without further ado, Hashirama extended his hand and offered Morgans the opportunity to live. Trusting that this man could protect him while he revealed the secrets to the world, Morgans accepted without hesitation.

From that moment, Morgans became one of Hashirama's most loyal followers. Under his tutelage and with his support, Morgans was able to develop his skills as a journalist and consolidate his position in the industry.

Hashirama even granted him a Devil Fruit, the Tori Tori: Albatross model, so Morgans could spread the news more effectively. However, Morgans never managed to develop the ability to fly.

Even so, his admiration and loyalty towards Hashirama never wavered. And now, four decades later, Morgans found himself once again in the presence of his benefactor, even more amazed and reverential than before.

At that moment, a voice from the entrance of the room interrupted the scene: "Is 'Big News' yours?" King looked in astonishment at the image unfolding before him.

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