Marineford gone

Sengoku, feeling a sense of urgency, reached for his phone bug and attempted to dial Fleet Admiral Hector, but there was no response. Concern etched across his face, he glanced at Karp, who was making a similar attempt with no success.

Kong, ever the pragmatic one, offered a plausible explanation. "It's possible that the phone bugs were damaged during the heat of battle," he suggested, trying to maintain a sense of optimism in the face of uncertainty.

As they arrived at Marineford, a scene of devastation greeted them. The once proud stronghold of the Navy lay in ruins, with debris scattered everywhere. A grim sight indeed, made all the more chilling by the absence of any signs of life.

Orion's voice broke the silence, his tone heavy with disbelief and horror. "What happened here? There's not a single soul left..."

Kong's eyes narrowed as he surveyed the destruction, his gaze eventually falling upon the head mounted atop the remains of the main flag. Without hesitation, he leaped forward and retrieved the head, which bore an all-too-familiar expression of grim determination.

"It's the head of Fleet Admiral Hector," Kong announced grimly, holding it up for all to see. As he did, a glint caught their attention – a phone bug attached to Hector's head. Without delay, Kong activated the device, and to their surprise, it projected a screen into the air, illuminating the grim reality they faced.

On the phone bug screen, a pre-recorded video played, revealing the face of the infamous pirate, Rocks D. Xebec. His voice echoed with sinister amusement as he held up Fleet Admiral Hector's severed head for all to see.

"Hey, you Navy dogs," Rocks sneered, his eyes glinting with malice. "I, Rocks D. Xebec, have destroyed your Marineford and eliminated everyone, including your precious Fleet Admiral Hector." With a twisted grin, he proceeded to taunt the lifeless head of Hector, his words dripping with contempt.

"If any of you think you're tough enough to take me on, come find me. I'll be waiting, playing with your heads just like this one." His laughter echoed menacingly as the recording ended, leaving the Navy officers seething with rage and determination.

Amidst the devastation of Marineford, the grim resolve of the Navy officers was palpable. With their home in ruins and their leader slain, they stood amidst the wreckage, facing an uncertain future. Karp's question hung heavy in the air, echoing the collective uncertainty of their next move.

But amidst the despair, Kong's voice cut through the silence like a clarion call. His words carried a fierce determination, fueled by the loss of their fallen comrades and the defiant spirit to avenge their fallen leader.

"Collect every body found in the rubble," Kong declared, his voice resonating with solemn resolve. "I swear by all that is righteous, I will hunt down Rocks and bring him to justice. His head will roll for every life lost here today, for Fleet Admiral Hector, and for the honor of the Navy."

As the World Government ship appeared on the horizon, a glimmer of hope emerged amidst the desolation of Marineford. Nusjuro's authoritative presence and reassurance provided a semblance of stability in the wake of the devastating attack.

"I already know what has happened," Nusjuro declared, his voice carrying the weight of authority. "Come with me. A new base is already prepared for you."

His words infused the beleaguered Navy officers with a sense of purpose and direction. Despite the overwhelming odds they faced, there was a flicker of hope that emerged with the promise of a new base, a symbol of resilience in the face of adversity.

"We were planning to give you the base as a reward after you defeated Blackheart and Siren," Nusjuro continued, his tone firm and resolute. "But we didn't expect Rocks to take action on Marineford."

His words underscored the gravity of the situation, emphasizing the urgency of the task that lay ahead. With the assurance that the World Government stood behind them, the Navy officers found renewed determination to confront the looming threat of Rocks and his pirate crew.

"Don't worry about the Celestial Dragons," Nusjuro reassured them, his voice unwavering. "We will calm them down. Focus all your energy on the Rocks pirate."

With a sense of purpose renewed and their resolve fortified, the Navy officers followed Nusjuro aboard the World Government ship, ready to embark on the next chapter of their journey.

The sight of the new Marine fortress, towering in grandeur and resilience, instilled a sense of awe and determination among the gathered Navy officers. Twice the size of its predecessor, it stood as a testament to their unwavering spirit in the face of adversity.

Nusjuro's directives echoed with solemnity as he addressed the officers, his words carrying the weight of responsibility. "Take care of the funeral," he commanded, acknowledging the need to honor and mourn the fallen heroes who had bravely fought to defend Marineford.

His next proclamation, however, brought a glimmer of hope amidst the somber atmosphere. "I have already transferred some people from all the naval branches in the world to make up for the loss of power," Nusjuro revealed, indicating a concerted effort to replenish the ranks and strengthen the Navy's capabilities once more.

Then, turning to Kong with a gaze of unwavering resolve, Nusjuro delivered a momentous announcement. "Tomorrow, Kong, we have decided you to be the next Fleet Admiral," he declared, bestowing upon Kong the highest honor and responsibility within the Marine ranks.

"And choose two Vice Admirals to become new Admirals," Nusjuro continued, underscoring the importance of selecting capable leaders to fill the void left by the fallen.

Finally, he turned to Kong with a probing question. "Do you know anything about Magnus' last move, Kong?" he inquired, seeking insights into the actions of the valiant Admiral who had made the ultimate sacrifice in the war.

Kong nodded solemnly, absorbing the weight of Magnus' revelation about his Devil Fruit ability. "Magnus shared with me a secret about his Cerberus Fruit," he began, his voice tinged with respect for his fallen comrade. "He possessed a final attack, known as 'Infernal Judgement,' where he could offer his life and soul, utilizing his three heads to bring down any three adversaries with him to the depths of hell."

He paused, reflecting on the sacrifice Magnus had made and the profound implications of his ultimate technique. "After using this ability, his fruit would disappear for 300 years, and this attack can only be used in the devil fruit's in its awakened form," Kong continued, his words heavy with the realization of the magnitude of Magnus' sacrifice and the legacy he had left behind.

Nusjuro listened intently, acknowledging the gravity of Magnus' final act and its significance for the future of the Navy. "Understood," he replied, his tone resolute. "Now, you proceed with the necessary actions," he instructed, signaling the commencement of the preparations for Kong's ascension to the role of Fleet Admiral and the selection of new Admirals to bolster the Navy's leadership.

As night descended upon the newly constructed Marine fortress, the atmosphere was heavy with grief and uncertainty. Despite the comfort of their new accommodations, sleep eluded everyone. Restless and haunted by the events of the day, the Marines found themselves grappling with a myriad of emotions.

In their new rooms, they lay awake, their minds filled with thoughts of their fallen comrades and the daunting task that lay ahead. The weight of their responsibilities bore down on them, each one feeling the burden of leadership and the gravity of the challenges they faced.

Kong, now appointed as the next Fleet Admiral, sat alone in his quarters, his thoughts consumed by the enormity of his new role. He knew that the path ahead would be fraught with peril, but he was determined to lead his fellow Marines with courage and honor.

In Odin's room, the door creaked open, and Tsuru stumbled in. Odin, startled by her presence, rose from the bed, clad only in his underwear. Tsuru's intoxicating aroma filled the room, a potent reminder of her inebriation. She approached Odinn and enveloped him in a tight embrace, tears streaming down her face.

"Thank you for saving me from Bill," she sobbed, her voice quivering with emotion. "That attack would have killed me. I'm just a little girl, Odinn. I wanted to prove that females can also be admirals, but I'm too weak. I need a man to protect me. I'm scared of death."

Odinn, taken aback by Tsuru's vulnerability, gently rested his hands on her shoulders. He could feel the weight of her fear and uncertainty, and it stirred something within him—a desire to offer her comfort and reassurance.

"You're not weak, Tsuru," he said softly, his voice filled with conviction. "You've proven yourself time and time again on the battlefield. We all have moments of fear, moments of doubt. But that doesn't make us weak. It makes us human."

He held her gaze, his eyes reflecting a deep sense of empathy and understanding. "And as for needing a man to protect you, you don't need anyone to define your strength. You're strong in your own right, Tsuru. But if you ever need someone to lean on, to stand beside you in the face of adversity, I'll be here."

With those words, Odin gently wiped away Tsuru's tears, offering her a small but sincere smile.

Caught off guard by Tsuru's unexpected kiss, Orion's heart raced with a mix of surprise and confusion. As she pulled away, her eyes bore into his, filled with an intensity that left him speechless. Her words hung in the air, weighted with meaning and longing.

"Make me your Odin," she whispered, her voice carrying a hint of vulnerability beneath its resolute tone.

Orion felt a surge of emotions coursing through him—bewilderment, uncertainty, but also a flicker of something deeper, something unspoken yet undeniable. He searched Tsuru's eyes, seeking clarity amidst the whirlwind of thoughts and feelings swirling within him.

Tsuru removed her clothes and jumped on Odin kissing him and removed Odin's clothes

As their lips met in a tender kiss, Tsuru felt a surge of warmth and reassurance wash over her. Orion's words, his touch, his presence—all served as a soothing balm to her fears and insecurities. In that intimate embrace, she found solace, acceptance, and a sense of belonging she had long yearned for.

As their kiss deepened, the weight of their shared experiences, their shared struggles, melted away, leaving only the raw intensity of their connection. With each caress, each whispered vow, they bared their souls to one another, embracing the vulnerability and strength that bound them together.

In the quiet sanctuary of their shared space, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, they surrendered to the depths of their desires, their bodies entwined in a dance of passion and longing. Each touch, each sigh, echoed the unspoken promises of their newfound bond, weaving a tapestry of intimacy and trust that transcended the confines of rank and duty.

As Orion's skilled ministrations heightened her arousal, Tsuru felt herself teetering on the edge of release. With each flick of his tongue, each tender kiss, he pushed her closer to the brink of ecstasy, guiding her towards a pinnacle of pleasure she had never known.

And when at last she reached the precipice, she let out a cry of abandon, her body convulsing in waves of euphoria as Orion continued to lavish her with his affection. In that moment of shared passion, they transcended the boundaries of rank and duty, finding solace and fulfillment in the arms of one another.

Their intimate encounter knew no bounds as Tsuru surrendered to the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body. With each surge of pleasure, her body responded in kind, releasing a torrent of ecstasy that only fueled their passion further. Odin welcomed her uninhibited expression of desire, reveling in the intensity of their connection.

As Tsuru's pleasure reached its peak, she couldn't contain the waves of sensation crashing over her. In her ecstasy, she released herself completely, her body quivering with the force of her climax. And as Odin tasted her essence, he accepted it without hesitation, savoring every drop as a testament to their shared intimacy.

In the aftermath, Tsuru's bashful apology only drew a chuckle from Odin, who found her innocence endearing amidst the fervor of their passion.

Then Tsuru grabbed Odin's big thick cock and put it in her vagina she moaned," Ahhhhhh!!!!! This is too muchhhh!!"

Odin said," Let me help you" he began to gently thrust his cock into her vagina and as time passed he increase the speed of thrusting.

Tsuru," Do it fast now I am about to cummmm!!!!"

Odin then increase his pace and made his dick even more thick and long and came with Tsuru in her vagina and retracted his cock his seeds flowing out from her body then Tsuru due to exhaustion fell down on Odin's Strong but soft chest and then fell asleep.

In the tranquil embrace of sleep, Tsuru found solace in Odin's protective arms, her head resting gently on his sturdy chest. As the night enveloped them, they drifted into a peaceful slumber, their hearts intertwined in a bond strengthened by their shared passion and affection.

With each rise and fall of Odin's chest, Tsuru felt the reassuring rhythm of his heartbeat, a steady reminder of his presence beside her. In the quiet of the night, their whispered declarations of love lingered in the air, a promise of devotion that transcended words.

Wrapped in the warmth of their love, they surrendered to the embrace of sleep, their dreams intertwined as they embarked on a new chapter together. In each other's arms, they found comfort, strength, and the unwavering promise of tomorrow.