One Piece: Chopping Ace Back to Foosha Village at the Start

"Enough!"

"Huh?"

"I said that's enough!"

Kuzan brushed a hand across the visor of his sleep mask. "Let's call it here. You can keep Robin."

Wayne blinked. "Come again?"

The admiral continued, "Your strength is already beyond troublesome. The Government won't want to push you onto the enemy side another Four Emperors candidate is the last thing they need."

Wayne examined Snowchaser's edge. Two days of high‑speed clashes had nicked the blade; a fine sword among the Fifty Skillful Grade wasn't quite tough enough for ceaseless Armament slashes. If only I had a Supreme Grade katana, he mused. Aokiji would be nursing more than a scratch.

He sheathed the weapon. "So… about Robin?"

"Robin?" Kuzan shrugged. "All I see is one of your crew. Make sure she stays just a crew member, understood?"

Wayne weighed the words, then nodded. "Meaning you'll let her go?"

"Meaning I won't chase her again," Kuzan said. "If the World Government wants the headache, let them come themselves."

The admiral's half‑hearted justice had always been Robin's narrow shield; Wayne accepted the compromise. He turned to leave the ruined island.

Kuzan called after him, "Still not interested in joining the Marines? We could clear a Fleet Admiral's chair for you one day."

Wayne waved without looking back. "Military life isn't for me. So long as the Navy leaves my people alone, I won't pick a fight."

Aokiji watched him go, then shouted, "At least leave me a bicycle!"

Wayne pretended not to hear but an hour later a spare bike from the hold was waiting on the ice road. He wasn't that petty.

Back aboard the Apocalypse, Wayne sat amid worried faces and gave a casual thumbs‑up. The battle had laid bare his strengths and his gaps.

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Top‑tier swordsmanship

First‑rate stamina

First‑rate Haki

Second‑rate combat experience

His all‑out opening barrage had wasted too much Armament. Only his monstrous body and a timely system boost let him fight Aokiji to a draw. Next time, he vowed, my Haki usage will be precise.

On the horizon an ice highway stretched across the water, a lone bicycle rolling away. Wayne exhaled smoke. "Use Haki wisely, huh? Next admiral won't have it so easy."

Far away in a shadowed sea, Gecko Moria shivered and sneezed. "Kaido, Wayne just you wait. When I'm stronger, you'll join my zombie army!"

He resumed training; hard muscle had replaced the flab he once carried, and a faint black sheen coated his arm. Wayne would never have guessed the thrashing he'd given Moria had driven him back to real combat practice though even if he knew, he wouldn't worry. Their levels no longer matched.

"Robin, food! I'm starving!"

Five dozen servings vanished into Wayne's stomach, his Life Return technique keeping his physique unchanged. Lighting a cigarette, he muttered, "Logia types such cheats. Time to visit that place if I want the next leap."

Ordinary fruits held no appeal; only high‑end Paramecia, Logia, or Mythical Zoan would do. And he knew exactly where to find one and its owner was no threat to him.

With a yawn he headed below. Before sleeping he pulled out a seldom‑used transponder snail, exchanged a brief coded call, then drifted off into deep, rattling snores.

On deck, the crew clustered around Robin, curiosity bright in every face.

"How did you meet the boss?" Kuro asked, eyes shining behind spectacles. Gloria hovered, equally eager.

Robin gazed at a gull wheeling overhead. A gentle smile softened her features. "It was seven years ago…"

And she began her story.