Demon-2

In the twilight sky of Safezone-4, a solitary figure hovered, a dark silhouette against the fading light. His garb was simple, a suit of midnight hue, his weapon, a sword, tucked neatly at his side. A jetpack, a beast of steel and fire, clung to his back, the roar of the engines the only sound that dared to break the silence.

In his hands, he cradled a bazooka, its cold, metallic surface reflecting the dying sun. His eyes, hidden behind the shadows of his visor, were fixed on the observatory, the heart of the city. The neutron launcher housed within its walls was the city's pride, its crown jewel. Now, it was his target.

The figure adjusted the bazooka, his grip tightening as he locked onto the observatory. With a swift pull of the trigger, a missile, a harbinger of destruction, was shot into the air, piercing the tranquility of the evening. Its descent was swift, its aim true.

The observatory, once the beacon of Safezone-4, was enveloped in a flash of light as the missile struck. The ground, as if protesting the violence, shook violently, an earthquake born from the impact. Flames, blue as the deepest ocean, erupted from the epicenter, shooting up towards the sky, challenging the clouds.

The city, once shrouded in the peaceful blanket of dusk, was now bathed in an eerie glow. The sound of the blast, a monstrous roar, shattered the glass of nearby houses, a symphony of destruction that echoed throughout Safezone-4. A wind, as if in mourning, swept through the city, carrying with it the scent of burning metal and fear.

"Oi oi, you gotta be kiddin me," came the incredulous remark from Doflamingo, his glasses reflecting the blue flames that danced in the sky. The unexpected burst of light ignited his glasses, turning them into a chariot of fire.

Doflamingo, along with his companion, Douglas, clambered out from the chariot, their eyes drawn to the spectacle above. Panic, raw and unfiltered, spread like a wildfire among the pirates in the safezone.

Douglas, his gaze sharp and calculating, seemed to notice the figure, a small speck against the backdrop of the chaos.

Zoro, from sky, let go of the bazooka, watching as it tumbled from the sky, its mission accomplished. The city of Safezone-4 would remember this evening, the sky rained fire.

In the city of Safezone-4, drones hummed, their mechanical eyes capturing every inch of the metropolis. Now, they all pointed in one direction, their focus on the solitary figure in the sky.

Every screen in the safezone had his image, a man with a jetpack. He was the center of attention, an uninvited celebrity in a city of pirates.

In the castle, Hawkins watched the spectacle unfold, his gaze fixed on the tiny man in the sky. "The storm is here!" He muttered, his face a picture of fury. In his hand, he held a small device, the medium through which he would address his city.

"Whoever you are," Hawkins' voice echoed through the speakers installed throughout the city, "You have violated the pirate code. You are now a criminal in the eyes of the law. The one who brings me his head will be rewarded by the Pirate King himself." His words, a declaration of war, resonated through the streets, reaching every ear in Safezone-4.

Marines, pirates, and the Strawhats, all turned their gaze to the sky. The man with the jetpack was now their target. Douglas smiled, his eyes reflecting the thrill of the hunt. Doflamingo, the flamboyant pirate, burst into laughter, his voice resonating in the silence.

Smoker, the man known for his love for cigars, took a long puff, his eyes never leaving the man in the sky. "What kind of insanity is this?" He muttered, extinguishing his cigar.

Zoro, from in the sky, looked down at the city. His cold gaze swept through the safezone, taking in the sight of the city, now shrouded in darkness.

Artilleries, missiles, machine guns, every weapon in the city slowly turned towards him. Thousands of guns pointed at him, hundreds of Devil Fruit users ready to attack.

"I hereby announce your execution," Hawkins declared, his voice echoing in the silence, "In the name of Pirate King Monkey D. Luffy!!!"

Zoro smirked, his hand reaching for his sword, the Dark Blade from Hell, Enma. The sword vibrated in his hand, a response to its master's excitement. The stage was set. The hunt had begun.

***

In the heart of the golden chamber, Hiyori was brought before Nami. Nestled under a blanket of gold, Nami watched as Hiyori was escorted in, her eyes unblinking. Baccarat, a smirk on her face, stood across from Hiyori, his gaze taking in her defeated state.

"Do whatever you want with me," Hiyori said, her voice steady despite her situation. "But spare my daughter. She's innocent, she has nothing to do with your quarrels."

Baccarat chuckled, her laugh echoing in the golden chamber. "I'm afraid that's not possible," She said, her voice filled with a smug confidence.

"What?" Hiyori's gaze sharpened, her eyes focused on Baccarat.

"Your daughter has been branded and sent to the safezone," Baccarat said, her words hanging heavy in the air.

Hiyori's face paled for a moment. Then, she let out a sigh, her body sinking to the golden floor. "You've really crossed a line this time," she said, her voice barely a whisper.

Turning her gaze from Baccarat to Nami and back again, Hiyori said, "If you knew where she's been all this time, you'd be quaking in your boots."

Baccarat snorted, his smirk still in place. "What nonsense. You've finally lost your mind," he said, his voice dismissive.

"The one protecting her, and her father is..." Hiyori started, but was cut off by the blaring of a red alarm. A soldier burst into the room, panting heavily. "Lady Nami," he gasped, "You need to see this!"

Nami gave a swift nod. A screen materialized in the air, and a projection flickered to life. It was a live feed from Safezone-4.

Simultaneously, at the Marine Headquarters, Fleet Admiral Fujitora stared at the same projection, his eyes focused on the image displayed on his screen.

On screen, a massive blue flame engulfed the sky, heat radiating from it in powerful waves. A man hovered above it all, propelled by a jetpack. His figure was cloaked in a dark suit. The camera zoomed in, revealing a face marked by a scar over his left eye and hair as green as raw emeralds. He bore a dark blade with a purple hilt.

Hiyori's smile was slow and satisfied. "The Strongest Swordsman in the World, Roronoa Zoro," she said, her voice filled with a quiet admiration.

Baccarat's body went slack at the mention of his name. She crumbled to the floor, her body shaking with fear. Tears welled up in her eyes and began to stream down her face. She crawled backwards, desperate to put distance between herself and the projection.

Nami, on the other hand, threw off her golden blanket and rose to her feet. A cheer, filled with a mix of anger and excitement, rang loud in the chamber. She laughed, a sound that echoed menacingly across the room.

Back in his quarters, Fujitora, missing his left hand, clenched his right fist. His missing hand throbbed in phantom pain, intensifying with each passing moment. Sweat trickled down his forehead as he stared at the image of the swordsman.From just the blury image of the blade enma, "Roronoa....!" he choked out.