Saiyan Reborn

"What's the matter? Consider that a 'small' lesson. Next time, choose your opponents more wisely—in your next life."

—Bravoc's voice echoed coldly in the stunned silence.

"W-What just happened?!"

"Was that... an earthquake?!"

"Is Whitebeard attacking?!"

"Defensive positions, now!"

The tremor rolled out across Marineford like an unseen tsunami, knocking crates loose, rattling windows, and throwing the entire stronghold into disarray. Soldiers shouted. Boots pounded against the stone floor. Rifles were hastily loaded. Artillery was manned with shaking hands.

And in the heart of the chaos...

"...It wasn't Whitebeard," someone whispered, voice trembling. "That... that wasn't him…"

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At the epicenter, the scene remained eerily calm.

Moria was gone.

Not injured.

Not defeated.

Gone.

A single crater smoked where the Warlord had once stood, his body completely vaporized by a casual strike from the mysterious long-tailed man now floating mid-air—Bravoc.

Standing below him, Vice Admiral Tsuru narrowed her eyes. Her fingers twitched slightly. Should I activate my Wash-Wash Fruit? she thought, her mind racing. One wrong move, and—

"...You felt it too, didn't you?" came a voice beside her.

It was Aokiji, the Admiral with the Ice-Ice Fruit, looking more serious than Tsuru had ever seen him. His usual laid-back demeanor had vanished.

Frost curled around his arms.

Bravoc hovered above them effortlessly, with no sign of Geppo or any known technique. Just floating... like a god.

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Not far away, another man observed the chaos.

Dracule Mihawk. The world's strongest swordsman. One of the Seven Warlords.

He said nothing.

Only watched.

His golden eyes, like those of a hawk, moved slowly—from Bravoc to the crater below.

There was no shock on Mihawk's face. Just... quiet recognition.

Power.

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"Well, that was certainly uncalled for," Aokiji muttered, his voice still calm, but cold. "Doflamingo... are you declaring war on the Navy?"

"Fufufu~" The familiar twisted laugh echoed.

Doflamingo stepped forward, his grin wide, sunglasses glinting. "Now now, Admiral. Isn't it a bit dramatic to call this war?"

He tilted his head.

"It was that idiot Moria who picked a fight with my guest. You can hardly blame me."

Aokiji's brow twitched. His fingers curled into fists. Around his feet, the stone floor began to freeze over.

But before the situation could escalate further—

Tsuru raised a hand.

"Enough."

Her voice was calm. Steady. Commanding.

"Who is he?" she asked, her gaze never leaving the floating figure above.

Even I couldn't react to that attack in time… No, no one here could.

Doflamingo gave a crooked smile.

"He is Lord Bravoc," he said, voice smooth, words carefully chosen. "A most honored guest of the Donquixote Family."

There was weight behind the name.

Tsuru noticed it immediately.

A warning.

A declaration.

Don't touch him.

But also—subtly—Don't steal him.

Tsuru exhaled slowly.

Just who have you brought into this world, Doflamingo...?

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And above them all, Bravoc floated silently.

Expression unreadable.

Eyes cold.

This world... is more fragile than I expected.