A Spy Among Us And Interrogation: Public Execution

Scene Break - Location: Schatteninsel's Revolutionary Army Worksite

Several weeks passed, marked by intense training exercises for the recruits. These sessions were designed to test their combat skills, teamwork, and adaptability. However, Zaegar's unconventional and often brutal training methods led to a few recruits going missing, never to be heard from again. This fostered a pervasive sense of fear among both the recruits and the revolutionary army workers.

During this period, the revolutionary army workers continued their efforts to rebuild Schatteninsel. The workers labored tirelessly, but a shadow of unease hung over them, particularly concerning Zaegar's unpredictable behavior. Despite the fear, the training continued, and some recruits began to show significant improvements, while others struggled under the harsh conditions.

Amidst all this, One of the Revolutionary army workers was actually a world government spy who managed to observe Ethan, discovering the Kage Kage no Mi, Moria's Devil Fruit. The spy reported this valuable information back to his superiors.

Now, on a quiet evening, Ethan found himself sneaking away from the worksite. His heart raced with excitement and apprehension. He had spent the past few weeks thinking long and hard about his future. No longer content with being just a worker, Ethan yearned for power, for the strength to make a difference. The Kage Kage no Mi was his chance to achieve that.

As he reached a secluded spot on the island, Ethan pulled out the Devil Fruit, his hands trembling slightly. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come.

Ethan: (to himself) This is it—my chance to become something more.

He bit into the fruit, immediately gagging at the bitter, revolting taste. He forced himself to swallow, his face contorting in disgust. He doubled over, clutching his stomach as waves of nausea washed over him. Finally, he couldn't hold it in any longer and vomited, the remnants of the fruit splattering on the ground.

As he wiped his mouth, he heard a slow clap from behind him, freezing him in his tracks. Terror gripped him, his mind racing with the fear that Yhwach had discovered his actions. Summoning his courage, he turned around slowly, only to see a coworker standing there, an amused look on his face.

Coworker: (smirking) Impressive, Ethan. Quite the bold move you've made there.

Ethan: (nervously) Who are you? What do you want?

The coworker, whom Ethan recognized as someone he'd seen around but never spoken to, stepped forward, his expression shifting to one of calculated interest.

Coworker: My name isn't important. What matters is that you've just taken a significant step. You see, I'm not just a worker here. I'm with the World Government.

Ethan's heart pounded in his chest as he took a step back, his eyes wide with fear. The coworker, now revealed as a spy, continued to advance, his expression cool and confident.

Ethan: (voice trembling) How? Aren't you a revolutionary? Didn't you join us to fight against the World Government?

The spy chuckled, a dark, mirthless sound that sent chills down Ethan's spine.

Spy: (smirking) Who said anything about joining them? They just assumed I was with them. Remember when you and the others were going to Thriller Bark for reconstruction? I managed to sneak onto one of your ships. Killed one of the revolutionary army workers and took his identity. It was surprisingly easy to blend in.

Ethan's mind raced as he processed the spy's words. He couldn't believe how thoroughly they had been deceived.

Ethan: (stammering) So... you've been spying on us this whole time?

Spy: (nodding) Indeed. And it seems I've found something quite interesting. Moria's Devil Fruit, in your possession. The World Government will be very interested in this information.

Ethan's fear turned to desperation. He had to think fast, or he would be captured—or worse.

Ethan: (pleading) Wait, you don't have to do this. We can make a deal. I can help you, give you information, anything you want. Just don't turn me in.

The spy's eyes gleamed with amusement as he considered Ethan's offer. He took another step closer, his tone mocking.

Spy: (sarcastically) Oh, Ethan, do you really think you have anything of value to offer me? The World Government rewards loyalty and valuable information. And you've just handed me a treasure trove.

Ethan's mind raced, trying to come up with a way to escape. But the spy was too close, too confident.

Ethan's mind raced, trying to come up with a way to escape. He could feel the power of the Kage Kage no Mi surging within him, the abilities of the Devil Fruit awakening. With a determined look, he called upon his new power.

Ethan: Doppelman!

A shadowy figure materialized beside Ethan, a perfect replica of him. The spy's eyes widened in surprise as the Doppelman lunged at him, tackling him to the ground. The spy struggled, his face contorted with rage as he tried to free himself from the shadowy grip.

Spy: You little...!

Above them, the Third King soared through the foggy sky, his keen eyes spotting the struggle below. He observed the scene for a moment before deciding to report back to Yhwach. Turning on his wing, he flew off, disappearing into the mist.

The spy noticed the Third King flying away and cursed under his breath. He knew he had to act quickly. With a swift, precise movement, he used Shigan to pierce Ethan's heart. Ethan gasped, his body crumpling to the ground as the life drained from his eyes. Alarms began to ring out, echoing across the entire island-sized ship.

Spy: (muttering) I should've killed you the moment I saw you. Stupid, stupid...

The spy started to run, trying to find an escape from the island. He weaved through the shadows, his mind racing with thoughts of survival. As he turned a corner, he quickly stopped, hearing the sound of revolutionary soldiers and recruits running around, their swords and guns ready. He quietly chuckled at their futile efforts, but his amusement was short-lived.

Spy: (whispering to himself) Stupid idiots...

Just as he moved to leave, he heard a click behind him. He froze, feeling the cold barrel of a rifle pressed against the back of his head.

Michiko: (coldly) One wrong move, and you'll feel your head rolling on the ground.

The spy chuckled nervously, trying to think of a way out. He decided to use the only leverage he had left.

Spy: (smirking) Michiko, right? You wouldn't want to kill me. I know things... things about your incident with your unit. You wouldn't want that information to get out, would you?

Michiko's grip on the rifle tightened, her eyes narrowing with fury. She leaned in closer, her voice low and dangerous.

Michiko: Nice try. But I'm not so easily blackmailed. Now, you're coming with me, and you're going to answer every question we have. Or I promise you, death will be the least of your worries.

The spy's smirk faltered as he realized he had underestimated Michiko. He raised his hands in surrender, knowing he was out of options. Michiko kept the rifle trained on him as she signaled to the approaching soldiers, who quickly surrounded the spy, securing him in restraints.

Michiko: Take him to His Majesty. He'll want to know everything this traitor has to say.

Scene Break - Location: Schatteninsel's Interrogation Room

Yhwach sat in the dimly lit interrogation room, his expression unreadable as he waited for the spy to be brought before him. His mind drifted to the events that had transpired, the discovery of Moria's Devil Fruit, and the betrayal of one of their own.

As he pondered their next move, Ginjo's voice echoed in his mind, his tone sardonic as he commented on the situation.

Ginjo: (Within Yhwach's mind) You know, Yhwach, if I were there, I'd have handled that spy a lot differently. No need for all this waiting around. Just get the information and be done with it.

Yhwach's brow furrowed at Ginjo's comment, his gaze narrowing in thought. Just as Yhwach attempted to return his attention to his book, he was jolted out of his thoughts by a loud bang from outside the interrogation room. His instincts immediately went on high alert, sensing trouble.

Yhwach glanced up just in time to see the spy making a desperate attempt to escape. In a flurry of movement, the spy lashed out, striking down a few soldiers who had been guarding him. Panic gripped the room as chaos ensued, but Yhwach remained calm, his eyes fixed on the unfolding scene.

As the spy neared the exit, a sudden movement caught his attention. Zaegar appeared in the doorway, his tail swinging out with lightning speed, striking the spy with a powerful blow. The spy crumpled to the ground, knocked out cold by the force of the impact.

Yhwach watched silently as Zaegar dragged the unconscious spy back into the room, his expression unreadable.

Zaegar: Just had a little run-in with our friend. He tried to make a break for it, but I was there to give him a gentle reminder of who's in charge.

Zaegar dragged the unconscious spy into the room, his muscles rippling with tension as he dropped the traitor unceremoniously onto the floor before Yhwach. Yhwach regarded the scene with a mixture of curiosity and concern, his gaze shifting between Zaegar and the spy.

Yhwach: Thank you, Zaegar. I'll take it from here.

Zaegar grinned mischievously, his tail swishing behind him as he leaned against the wall.

Zaegar: Oh, it's my pleasure, Yhwach. I thought you might appreciate a little... hands-on approach to interrogation.

Yhwach's brow furrowed slightly at Zaegar's implication, but before he could respond, Zaegar continued, his tone dripping with amusement.

Zaegar: In fact, I was just about to introduce our friend here to something I like to call the "Drown a Bitch" technique. Care to join me?

Yhwach's expression remained stoic as he considered Zaegar's proposal. The situation was dire, and they needed answers quickly. With a silent nod, he gave Zaegar the go-ahead to proceed.

Yhwach: Proceed.

Zaegar's grin widened as he approached the spy, his eyes gleaming with mischief. Without a word, he grabbed a nearby water bucket and filled it to the brim. With surprising strength, he lifted the spy by his collar and dunked his head into the water, holding him down with relentless force.

As the spy's eyes shot open in panic, Yhwach watched with a mixture of fascination and intrigue. Ginjo's laughter echoed in his mind.

Ginjo: (Within Yhwach's mind) Now, this is more like it! I knew Zaegar had a flair for the dramatic. Let's see what our little friend has to say, shall we?

Yhwach's gaze remained fixed on the scene unfolding before him, his mind racing with thoughts and questions. The spy's struggles grew weaker with each passing moment, his desperate gasps for air muffled by the water.

Zaegar's expression remained impassive as he continued to hold the spy underwater, his grip unyielding. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he released his hold, allowing the spy to gasp for air as he coughed and sputtered.

Spy: (gasping for breath) Please... mercy...

As the spy gasped for air, pleading for mercy, Zaegar's response was cold and merciless.

Zaegar: Nah, where's the fun in that?

With that simple word, Zaegar dunked the spy's head back into the water, watching with detached amusement as the spy struggled and thrashed beneath him. Just as the spy's consciousness began to fade, Zaegar pulled him back up, a bored expression on his face.

Zaegar: This is boring. Why not try something different?

The spy begged Zaegar to stop, his voice hoarse and desperate, but Zaegar only grinned in response.

Zaegar: Nah.

With a swift and unexpected motion, Zaegar reached into his pocket and pulled out a rubber duck, shoving it into the spy's mouth. The spy gagged and choked, his eyes wide with terror as Zaegar continued to torment him.

Time Skip

Over the course of the next few hours, the spy endured over 99 torture methods at Zaegar's hands, each one more brutal than the last. Yhwach watched with a blank expression, while Ginjo's initial amusement turned to intrigue as the torture continued.

But as Zaegar prepared to subject the spy to yet another method, Yhwach finally intervened.

Yhwach: That's enough, Zaegar.

Zaegar paused mid-motion, his expression one of frustration as he turned to face Yhwach.

Zaegar: Why not? We haven't tried the "Tickle Torture" yet!

Yhwach sighed, his patience wearing thin.

Yhwach: We have what we need. Any more would be excessive.

Zaegar grumbled in frustration, but he reluctantly complied with Yhwach's order. As he turned to leave, Yhwach accidentally stomped on Zaegar's tail, causing the tiny dragon to yelp in pain and clutch his tail in mock agony.

Zaegar: Yhwach, you fucking monster! How could you violate my beautiful tail like this? I thought we were best buddies or something!

Yhwach rolled his eyes at Zaegar's theatrics, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He knew better than to take Zaegar's antics too seriously.

Yhwach: Oh, come now, Zaegar. You know I would never intentionally harm you.

Zaegar sniffled dramatically, wiping away imaginary tears as he shot Yhwach a wounded look.

Zaegar: That's easy for you to say! You don't have a tail!

Yhwach's response was interrupted by the spy, who had been silently crying throughout the entire ordeal. He pleaded with Yhwach, his voice hoarse and broken.

Spy: (sobbing) Please... no more... I'll tell you everything... just please... make it stop...

The spy's eyes were filled with tears as he begged Yhwach to stop, pleading for mercy.

Yhwach: Don't worry. I have no interest in prolonging your suffering.

The spy let out a shaky sigh of relief, his entire body slumping with exhaustion.

Spy: Thank you... thank you...

Ginjo's voice echoed in Yhwach's mind, his tone contemplative as he observed the scene.

Ginjo: (Within Yhwach's mind) Well, well, well... Looks like you've got a soft spot after all, Yhwach. Who would've thought?

Yhwach's response was a mere flicker of acknowledgment before he turned his attention back to the spy, his expression unreadable as he prepared to extract the information they needed through more diplomatic means.

Yhwach: Nonetheless, your crimes remain. You will be held accountable.

With a piercing gaze, Yhwach scrutinized the spy, his mind already plotting the next move.

Yhwach: Remember, you're not off the hook. There's much yet to be answered.

Yhwach stood tall, his hands casually slipping into his pockets as he looked down upon the sobbing spy with an air of indifference.

Yhwach: Stop your whining. It's unbecoming.

The spy hiccuped through his tears, but Yhwach's stern gaze silenced any further protests. Leaning down slightly, Yhwach's voice took on a commanding tone.

Yhwach: Are there any other spies within our ranks?

The spy shook his head frantically, his fear evident in his wide eyes.

Spy: No! No, I swear, I was the only one!

Yhwach's gaze flickered momentarily to Zaegar, who was busy preparing another torture device in the corner of the room. With a subtle nod, Yhwach reminded the spy of the consequences of lying.

Yhwach: If you don't answer truthfully, I'll have no choice but to hand you over to Zaegar.

The spy's eyes widened in terror as he turned to look at Zaegar, who shot him a menacing grin. With a trembling voice, the spy swore once more.

Spy: I swear, there are no other spies!

Yhwach's gaze turned to Zaegar, who was busy preparing another torture device with unsettling enthusiasm.

Yhwach: You heard him, Zaegar. No other spies.

Zaegar paused in his work, his eyes narrowing with disappointment.

Zaegar: Shame. I was hoping for a bit more excitement.

Yhwach turned his attention back to the spy, his tone calm but firm.

Yhwach: When did you begin spying on us?

The spy took a shaky breath, his mind racing as he recounted his infiltration into the revolutionary army.

Spy: It was... shortly after the reconstruction efforts began. I managed to sneak onto one of the revolutionary army ships during a supply run.

Yhwach nodded, processing the information as he considered his next question. The spy's betrayal ran deeper than he had initially thought, and he needed to uncover the extent of the damage.

Yhwach: And what information have you managed to gather during your time here?

The spy's eyes darted around the room nervously before he answered, his voice barely audible.

Spy: Mostly... reconnaissance reports. Ship movements, troop deployments... anything that could be of use to the World Government.

Yhwach's expression remained unreadable as he listened to the spy's confession. His mind raced with possibilities as he considered the implications of the spy's actions.

Yhwach: Very well. That will be all for now.

With a dismissive wave of his hand, Yhwach signaled for the guards to take the spy away. As the spy was led out of the room, Yhwach's thoughts turned to the larger implications of the situation. The spy's actions had revealed a weakness in their security, one that would need to be addressed swiftly and decisively.

As Yhwach walked out of the interrogation room with Zaegar perched on his shoulder, he turned to one of the guards and gave a subtle nod, signaling for the recruits to be brought to the meeting hall. The guard quickly hurried off to carry out the order, leaving Yhwach to contemplate the events that had transpired.

As he made his way to the meeting hall, Ginjo's voice echoed in Yhwach's mind, his tone contemplative as he observed the situation.

Ginjo: (Within Yhwach's mind) Well, that was certainly... eventful. It seems like we've got a few rotten apples in the bunch, right?

Yhwach's expression remained impassive as he listened to Ginjo's commentary, his mind already turning to the next steps they needed to take.

Yhwach: (Mental link) Indeed. But every challenge presents an opportunity. We must use this setback to strengthen our resolve and bolster our defenses.

As they reached the meeting hall, Yhwach's thoughts were consumed by the task at hand. He knew that the revelations of the spy's betrayal would shake the recruits' trust in the revolutionary army, and it was essential to address the situation with transparency and decisiveness.

Entering the meeting hall, Yhwach surveyed the recruits gathered before him, their expressions a mix of curiosity and apprehension. Clearing his throat, he began to address them, his voice carrying the weight of authority.

Yhwach: As you are all aware, a spy was discovered within our ranks today. This betrayal has shaken our trust in each other, but it also serves as a reminder of the dangers we face. We must remain vigilant at all times, for our enemies are always seeking to undermine us.

The recruits listened intently, their expressions a mixture of concern and determination. Yhwach's words resonated with them, reminding them of the importance of their mission.

Yhwach: From this day forward, security will be tightened, and measures will be put in place to ensure that such a breach does not occur again. But we cannot do this alone. We need your cooperation and vigilance to root out any further threats to our cause.

Yhwach's gaze hardened as he locked eyes with each recruit in turn.

Yhwach: Our enemies will stop at nothing to destroy us, but we will not falter. We will stand strong together, united in our purpose, and we will emerge victorious.

As Yhwach turned to the guards who were retaining the spy, he signaled for them to bring the traitor forward. The guards swiftly obeyed, dragging the spy into the meeting hall and forcing him to kneel before Yhwach and the assembled recruits.

Yhwach's gaze swept over the recruits, his voice commanding as he addressed them once more.

Yhwach: Today, you will witness firsthand the consequences of betrayal. This man sought to undermine our cause, to sow discord among our ranks. But justice will be swift, and justice will be served.

The spy's eyes widened in terror as he realized what was about to happen. He began to plead for mercy, his voice trembling with fear.

Spy: P-Please... I-I didn't mean to... I was just following orders...

But before he could finish his sentence, Zaegar stepped forward, a roll of duct tape in hand. With a swift motion, he silenced the spy, wrapping the sticky tape around his mouth to muffle his cries for mercy.

Zaegar: Shhh... no need for words. Just accept your fate like a good little traitor. Nobody wants to hear your whining.

Some of the recruits recoiled in horror at the sight, their faces pale with shock and disgust. But Yhwach remained unmoved, his expression steely as he drew his sword from his cloak.

Yhwach: This is what happens to those who betray us. Let it serve as a warning to any who dare to follow in his footsteps.

With a swift and decisive motion, Yhwach brought down his sword, the blade slicing through the air with a sharp whistle. The spy's head rolled from his shoulders, blood spraying in a crimson arc as his body slumped to the ground.

The recruits watched in stunned silence as Yhwach cleaned his sword with a flick of his wrist, the sound of metal scraping against metal echoing in the hall. The air was thick with tension as the reality of what had just transpired settled over them.

Yhwach turned to the recruits, his gaze unwavering as he addressed them once more.

Yhwach: Remember this day. Remember the price of treachery. And remember that the strength of our cause lies in our unity.

With those words, Yhwach sheathed his sword and turned to leave the hall, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the silence that followed. The recruits remained behind, their minds reeling from the events that had just unfolded. They knew that from that day forward, they would think twice before betraying the Nachtüberfall. For in Schatteninsel, loyalty was not just a choice—it was a matter of life and death.

Time Skip - Location: Yhwach's Office

Yhwach sat behind his desk, the soft glow of candlelight casting shadows across the room as he pored over the reports spread out before him. The sound of his quill scratching against parchment filled the air as he meticulously reviewed the details of the new buildings and the progress of the recruits.

As he delved deeper into the reports, Yhwach's thoughts drifted to the events of the day—the discovery of the spy, the interrogation, and the execution that followed. It had been a sobering reminder of the dangers they faced and the sacrifices that were necessary to protect their cause.

Just as Yhwach was about to lose himself in his thoughts, Zaegar's head popped out of the coconut tank in the corner of the room, interrupting his reverie.

Zaegar: Hey, Yhwach, I'm so fucking bored. When are we gonna make a move?

Yhwach glanced up from his papers, his expression unreadable as he regarded Zaegar.

Yhwach: Patience, Zaegar. We must bide our time and wait for the right moment.

As Yhwach spoke, The other four kings exchanged knowing glances, their expressions tinged with amusement at Zaegar's impatience. Fourth King, however, nodded in agreement with Zaegar's sentiment.

Fourth King: Yeah, what he said. This waiting around is boring as hell.

The other kings glanced at the Fourth King, silently urging him to respond.

Fourth King: What?

Yhwach sighed inwardly at the Fourth King's lack of understanding before returning his attention to Zaegar.

Yhwach: If you're so eager for action, perhaps you should go on a mission.

Zaegar's eyes lit up with excitement at the prospect, his tail wagging eagerly behind him.

Zaegar: Finally! What kind of mission?

Yhwach leaned back in his chair, considering his words carefully before responding.

Yhwach: Currently, there are four missions that require additional manpower. You're already strong enough to handle any threats that may arise.

Zaegar scoffed dismissively, rolling his eyes at the idea of being limited by manpower.

Zaegar: I don't care about the details. Just tell me what kind of mission. And it better not fucking be some delivery. I'm not in the mood for that shit.

Ginjo couldn't help but comment on Zaegar's impatience.

Ginjo: (Within Yhwach's mind) Did you not listen to a word Yhwach said? He clearly stated that it requires more manpower, meaning it doesn't necessarily have to be a delivery mission.

Zaegar rolled his eyes at Ginjo's comment, his frustration evident.

Zaegar: (Mental Link) Delivering crates or guarding cargo is still considered a delivery mission, you know.

Ginjo chuckled at Zaegar's response, his tone sardonic as he retorted.

Ginjo: (Within Yhwach's mind) Leave it to you to find a loophole in everything, Zaegar. But I suppose that's what makes you... well, you.

Zaegar grinned at Ginjo's comment, his tail swishing behind him in anticipation of the upcoming mission. He couldn't wait to get out into the field and stretch his wings, eager for whatever challenges awaited him.

Yhwach regarded Zaegar with a thoughtful expression, considering the best course of action to channel his impatience into productive endeavors.

Yhwach: Very well, Zaegar. I have four missions that require attention, each offering its own set of challenges and opportunities for advancement.

Zaegar's eyes gleamed with anticipation as he listened intently to Yhwach's words, eager to embark on a new adventure.

Yhwach: The first mission is a direct assault on a World Government territory. Our goal is to eliminate their presence and establish our dominance in the region.

Zaegar's grin widened at the prospect of a direct confrontation with the World Government, his tail swishing with excitement.

Zaegar: Now that's more like it! I'll tear through their defenses like paper!

Yhwach nodded in approval before continuing.

Yhwach: The second mission involves negotiation with one of the Warlords of the Sea—either Doflamingo Donquixote or Buggy. We need to secure their cooperation or neutralize them as potential threats.

Zaegar's expression shifted to one of intrigue at the mention of negotiation, his mind already racing with strategies to sway the Warlords to their cause.

Zaegar: Negotiation, huh? I can be quite persuasive when I want to be.

Yhwach acknowledged Zaegar's confidence with a nod before moving on to the next mission.

Yhwach: The third mission is to increase our influence by seizing control of a kingdom or other significant territory. This will require strategic planning and careful execution.

Zaegar's eyes lit up with excitement at the thought of expanding their influence, his mind already buzzing with ideas for conquest.

Zaegar: Taking over a kingdom, huh? Sounds like fun. I'm in.

Yhwach's gaze remained steady as he observed Zaegar's enthusiasm, silently weighing the risks and rewards of such an ambitious endeavor.

Yhwach: And finally, the fourth mission...

Yhwach paused for a moment, his expression becoming more serious as he considered his next words.

Yhwach: The fourth mission is reconnaissance and intelligence gathering. We need to gather information on potential threats and vulnerabilities, as well as uncover any hidden enemies within our ranks.

Zaegar's excitement faltered slightly at the mention of reconnaissance, but he nodded in understanding nonetheless.

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Which mission should Zaegar undertake?

A) Direct Assault: Zaegar leads a direct assault on a World Government territory, aiming to eliminate their presence and establish Nachtüberfall's dominance in the region.

B) Negotiation: Alternatively, should Zaegar opt for negotiation with one of the Warlords of the Sea—either Doflamingo Donquixote or Buggy—seeking to secure their cooperation or neutralize them as potential threats?

C) Expansion: Perhaps Zaegar should focus on expanding Nachtüberfall's influence by seizing control of a kingdom or other significant territory, requiring strategic planning and careful execution.

D) Reconnaissance: Or should Zaegar prioritize reconnaissance and intelligence gathering, aiming to gather information on potential threats and vulnerabilities, as well as uncover any hidden enemies within their ranks?

Side Note- We're close to the 2-year Timeskip happening it's just a chapter or two away from happening.