One Piece: sign-in to Ryujin Jakka

High above the battlefield.

Stella felt a chilling sense of death closing in. The figure of Chaton was growing larger and larger in her pupils. She tried to dodge in the air... But she couldn't! She was completely unable to avoid it!

It looks like... she was going to die.

Stella closed her eyes, letting the wave of death wash over her. Her life flashed before her like a kaleidoscope. But of all the memories, those with her master were the happiest.

"Master, I think… I'm really going to die."

Just as Stella muttered these words, Roman's voice echoed in her ears.

She snapped her eyes open in surprise. What greeted her sight was her master's familiar, broad back.

All the Marines watching gasped in disbelief.

"How did White Dove get up there?"

"I just blinked and suddenly he's standing in front of her!"

"That's a full-powered strike from an Admiral candidate —was this really a good move?!"

In mid-air—

Roman stood calmly in front of Stella.

He hadn't even activated Armament Haki. He simply raised... a single finger.

The moment Chaton's massive tusks made contact—

Clang!

With a single finger, Roman effortlessly stopped the devastating charge.

The wind stirred up behind him, billowing through his cloak of justice.

The red hair of the maid, Stella, in her Rakshasa form, danced behind him like a blood-soaked halo.

The tusk that could pierce through stone could not even scratch Roman's skin.

"Wh-What?!"

Chaton's expression twisted in disbelief.

In his heart, a tidal wave of shock: 'White Dove... He blocked it... with one finger?! That's impossible!!'

Even Sengoku was stunned.

If Roman had used peak-level Armament Haki to block it, he wouldn't have been surprised. But Roman hadn't even changed!

'Wait—no, there was something.'

Sengoku sensed a faint and strange aura from Roman's body. But he couldn't tell what it was.

Kizaru appeared next to Roman in a flash of light.

"White Dove, what are you trying to pull?! Are you stepping in personally now?!"

"How could I? I'm only here to protect my subordinates. We accept the rules—we win or lose fairly."

With Roman's calm words, Stella withdrew her Rakshasa form, returning to her beautiful and delicate self.

The surrounding Marines' favorability for Roman surged even higher.

A powerful Admiral who fiercely protected his people—what did that mean? They knew exactly what it meant.

Many Marines were already thinking:

"If Roman wins… maybe we should switch sides."

Without even realizing it, Roman's image in their hearts had grown even more towering.

Sengoku noticed the ensuing change in the soldiers and sighed inwardly:

'White Dove… are you trying to build your own faction now? Aiming for your own resource power base within Marineford?'

He understood, yet he could do nothing.

Because the momentum… was already with Roman.

Simply Unstoppable.

On the ground, Kizaru gave his toothiest smile.

"White Dove, we're tied now. Who are you sending next?"

Chaton sneered, confidence restored:

"Sorry to say, but I don't think any of your subordinates can take me on!"

Roman, still smiling gently, slowly glanced at both of them.

"Hmm… who should I send?"

Ain looked at Roman, then turned her gaze toward a figure standing quietly not far away. Her heart skipped—she had a guess.

Sengoku's voice broke the silence:

"White Dove, if you don't name your fighter now, I'll have to count it as a forfeit."

The Marines started murmuring again:

"So it's true. White Dove's strength is real, but he lacks enough strong subordinates."

"Looks like the Science Combat Force will fall into Admiral Kizaru's hands."

"Should we just join the neutral faction? At least they've got decent resources."

Just as Roman was about to speak—

A figure stepped out from the crowd.

She walked forward with her long legs, bedazzled with a spider tattoo; seductive and confident.

It wasn't off-putting—in fact, it only enhanced her allure.

Gion.

"I'll be your opponent in this match."

Chaton's pupils shrank.

"G-Gion?! Why are you standing with White Dove?! Aren't you…"

His eyes snapped toward Sengoku.

As expected, Sengoku's face had darkened.

Kizaru was stunned.

"What's going on? Why is Gion entering the field?!"

Gion turned her eyes toward Chaton, her voice cold and steady:

"I've been sick of you for a long time, Chaton."

The last few words landed heavy.

This sleazy man had confessed to her a hundred times and had been rejected every single time.

And now? She'd had enough. But was that really the only reason?

Roman smiled wider.

If Gion was stepping in…Then the outcome of this battle was already decided.

The training ground exploded with excitement!

Compared to Chaton, Gion's popularity was sky-high.

"Gion! Gion! Gion!"

The chant shook the field.

Sengoku's expression grew even darker. He raised his hands, trying to calm the crowd.

"…The match begins!"