One Piece: Rising to Fleet Admiral Through a Coup

The setting sun hung low in the western sky, its golden orb slowly descending toward the horizon. As it melted into the distant edge of the sea, it cast a magnificent crimson glow across the endless expanse of water.

After concluding the meeting, Xayuki stood alone atop Marine Headquarters, his eyes narrowed as he gazed out at the boundless ocean. His mind teemed with countless thoughts.

Six years ago, when he first opened his eyes to find himself transported into the world of One Piece, his blood had surged with excitement. He'd been ready to roll up his sleeves and carve out his destiny in this new reality.

Of course, there had also been fear of this alien world. He wasn't certain whether he would be blessed with a powerful "golden finger"—those supernatural advantages that protagonists in transmigration novels typically received.

As time passed, the system he had hoped for never materialized.

Yet rather than succumbing to disappointment, he decisively abandoned such fantasies and embraced reality. He doubled his training regimen while meticulously cultivating relationships with fellow soldiers and officers.

Gradually, he discovered that even without a system, he could still forge his place in this world. What began as a simple desire to survive evolved into a carefully orchestrated strategy.

As his strength continued to grow and more people rallied to his side, his ambitions expanded accordingly.

However, according to his original plans, he wouldn't have risked everything at this juncture. Given his current capabilities and network, he might have survived the trial at best, but seizing the position of Fleet Admiral and gaining complete control over the Marines seemed virtually impossible.

What he hadn't anticipated was that the system would actually manifest—and not just appear, but reward him prematurely, before he had fully secured his position as Fleet Admiral. It instantly elevated all his abilities to their absolute peak.

When his capabilities first enhanced, Xayuki felt his power surge to unprecedented heights. Though his mind was suddenly filled with intricate techniques for the three types of Haki, swordsmanship, and the Six Powers (Rokushiki)—along with combat experience bestowed by the system—he couldn't fully comprehend the extent of his newfound strength until his confrontation with Garp and his subsequent encounter with the six members of the Holy Knights. Only then did he clearly recognize that his power had reached the pinnacle.

Particularly revealing was his Conqueror's Haki. Previously, his understanding had been limited to what he knew before his transmigration. But after the system elevated it to its zenith, he truly grasped the profound meaning behind "Conqueror's Haki reigns supreme over all."

These reflections, however, belonged to the past. What now lay before Xayuki was tomorrow's meeting with Imu and his strategic plans for the future.

Though Imu had seemingly compromised, Xayuki wasn't naive enough to believe it genuine. Someone who had manipulated the World Government from the shadows for countless years wouldn't truly yield because of a single coup. The meeting was merely a temporary measure to stabilize the situation.

Of course, Xayuki himself needed this buffer period.

Declaring open war against the World Government—a colossus that had dominated from atop the Red Line for eight centuries—would be strategically unsound. A momentary impulse could easily transform his current advantage into a precarious vulnerability.

If all he had wanted was to become an Emperor of the Sea, he wouldn't have needed to orchestrate a coup. He could have simply departed with his loyal officers and soldiers to establish his own faction, without such elaborate machinations.

For a transmigrator armed with dragon-slaying techniques and a system, descending into piracy would have been nothing short of absurd.

"Fleet Admiral Xayuki?"

A familiar voice suddenly called from behind. Turning toward it, Xayuki saw Vice Admiral Gion, her legendary sword Konpira at her hip, striding purposefully toward him with the dignified bearing of a warrior.

Xayuki turned slightly, asking, "Is everything arranged?"

"Yes." Gion handed him a document before continuing, "Beyond Sengoku, Garp, and Zephyr, all three admirals have expressed their desire to accompany us to the Holy Land. However, I've noticed both Kuzan and Sakazuki seem unusually subdued. I'm concerned about them... As you know, they've frequently clashed over their conflicting ideologies, nearly coming to blows on several occasions."

"There's no need for concern."

Xayuki waved dismissively, a knowing smile playing across his features. "Their current despondency is entirely understandable. The revelation of Imu's existence has shaken the very foundations of their respective conceptions of justice. Sakazuki especially—he has long harbored resentment toward the Celestial Dragons and the Five Elders in the Chamber of Authority, but constrained by his position and his commitment to justice, he chose forbearance. Now, with the sudden revelation of a shadowy puppeteer behind the World Government, anyone genuinely devoted to true justice would naturally feel demoralized."

"The same applies to Kuzan. Ever since the Ohara Incident, he has questioned the Marines' interpretation of justice. Learning of Imu's existence has only amplified his existential doubts."

"However, after this journey to the Holy Land, I believe neither Sakazuki nor Kuzan will remain uncertain."

Gion's eyes brightened with understanding as she ventured, "So when you revealed Imu's existence while repelling the Holy Knights, your intention wasn't solely to confront Imu and the World Government—you were also compelling Kuzan and Sakazuki to make their definitive choice?"

Xayuki nodded. "Not just them—Sengoku and Garp as well. For veterans of their caliber, with their immense power and entrenched beliefs, mere force or conventional persuasion would never suffice. They need to witness the truth firsthand, comprehend the situation clearly, and then—combined with the groundwork we've established—they'll finally abandon all illusions and confront reality."

Hearing this, Gion glanced sideways at Xayuki.

He was still the same person she had always known, yet in this moment, he seemed almost like a stranger.

Despite being roughly the same age as Tina, Xayuki's intellect and strategic acumen were extraordinary. His ability to manipulate hearts and minds was masterful, rivaling even Sengoku, the renowned strategist—perhaps even surpassing him.

The sea breeze swept across the rooftop, billowing their Marine coats and creating a soft, rhythmic rustle.

Xayuki briefly scanned the document's contents before returning it to Gion. Lifting his gaze to the distant horizon, he narrowed his eyes and murmured, "The wind is rising."

A new day dawned, and the sun rose as it always did.

As newspapers from various major publishers were delivered worldwide by News Coo birds, their contents sent shockwaves throughout the Grand Line and across all four seas.

In the New World, within the territory of the Red Hair Pirates.

The crew members of the Red Hair Pirates, each with their distinctive appearance, lay sprawled across the ground in various states of drunken slumber. Their thunderous snores resonated through the area, so intimidating that birds in the surrounding forest dared not make a sound.

Shanks, captain of the Red Hair Pirates and recently recognized as one of the Four Emperors of the New World, had indulged in a grand celebration with his crew the previous night. Embracing a bottle of sake, he had slept soundly until naturally awakening.

As he opened his eyes, Shanks immediately noticed a figure seated opposite him—Benn Beckman, the vice-captain of the Red Hair Pirates.

Beckman didn't acknowledge Shanks' awakening, his attention fixed on a newspaper delivered by the News Coo, his expression uncharacteristically grave.

"Morning, Beckman!"

Rubbing his slightly swollen eyes, Shanks dragged himself and his sake bottle toward Beckman, grinning broadly. "Up so early? Didn't get enough fun last night?"

Without speaking, Beckman handed the newspaper to Shanks.

"Hmm?"

As Shanks' gaze fell upon the headline, his pupils contracted sharply. Snatching the paper, he read aloud in disbelief: "Coup at Marine Headquarters? Vice Admiral Xayuki Seizes Position of Fleet Admiral!"

After a moment of stunned silence, Shanks looked up at Beckman, his voice urgent. "When... when did this happen?"

"Last night, while we were celebrating," Beckman replied, lighting a cigarette. His expression remained somber as he continued, "Before you awoke, I contacted our intelligence operatives in Sabaody Archipelago. It wasn't just Marine Headquarters—nearly every naval base across the Grand Line and the four seas underwent a simultaneous and thorough purge. Every officer who now commands these installations is a trusted confidant of this Vice Admiral."

Pausing briefly, Beckman lifted his gaze to meet Shanks' eyes. "To seize complete control of the Navy in a single day—what an astonishing feat. I sense that the delicate balance between the Holy Land and the World Government's member nations, as well as the tenuous equilibrium between the Marines and the Four Emperors, will soon be shattered by this man's actions."

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