— Holy Land Mary Geoise —
Inside the towering chambers of the Five Elders, a kneeling intelligence officer delivered his report with urgency.
"After entering the New World, the Dragon Hunter Pirates imdiately launched an assault on Wallowells Island."
"In addition, two other affiliated divisions—the Thunder God Pirates and the Akatsuki Pirates—have attacked Dressrosa."
"They’ve already engaged Doflamingo. The battle is underway."
One of the Elders, the bald Saint JayGarcia, furrowed his brows.
"They’re stirring up this much chaos right after entering the New World?"
They had tried to deal with the Dragon Hunter Pirates before.
Each attempt ended in failure.
And now, with the fallout from the Marineford War still echoing, sending the Navy after them in full force could provoke even worse consequences.
If they went after the Dragon Hunter Pirates recklessly, Whitebeard’s would respond.
The Revolutionary Army might move as well.
If that happened, the World Governnt itself would be dragged into open conflict.
In a situation like that, enemies lurking in the shadows could take advantage.
It was precisely this precarious balance that had kept the Five Elders’ hands tied.
"Saint Jaygarcia," said the bearded Elder, Saint Topman, breaking the silence. "Perhaps this is the threat Lord Im spoke of."
"If we continue to let them grow unchecked, we may soon lose the ability to suppress them at all."
They all knew the history of the Dragon Hunter Pirates.
They had started as nothing—a fledgling crew in the East Blue.
Now, in under three years, they had risen to beco a dominant force in the New World.
To still be considered ’rookies’ and yet force the Five Elders into such a discussion—
That in itself was terrifying.
"If we wait too long," Saint Topman continued, "they may grow beyond our control entirely."
"Agreed," said Saint Mars, stroking his beard.
"But we can’t attack them directly. The backlash would be too great."
"We need to use others—groups of equivalent strength, like other Emperor-class pirates... or those who operate in the shadows."
The three Elders shared a common stance:
The Dragon Hunter Pirates must be dealt with—quickly.
All eyes turned to the final two: the short, stocky Guraji, and the cane-wielding Ethanbaron.
"Deploy the Dwool Organization," Guraji said decisively.
"Though still in developnt, they’re powerful enough to rival even the Dragon Hunter captain."
"Send them on a stealth strike—test the crew’s response."
The Dwool Organization wasn’t publicly known.
If they failed? They’d only lose so prototypes.
But if they succeeded? It would be a major victory—one that wouldn’t stain the World Governnt’s hands.
"That works," Saint Topman nodded. "Let them probe the Dragon Hunters. Regardless of the outco, we’ll gather intel for Lord Im."
With the decision made, Saint Ethanbaron left to handle the deploynt.
As the Elders reviewed the intelligence one last ti, their expressions darkened.
"If it cos to it," Guraji muttered, voice low and cold,
"...we’ll activate the Second Heavenly King."
It was clear now.
The Dragon Hunter Pirates were no longer just a rising crew.
They were a threat to the balance of the world.
---
— Wallowells Island —
Of course, the Dragon Hunter Pirates had no idea they’d just been marked by the Five Elders.
After occupying the island, they gathered the remaining civilians into the central square.
"Are they going to kill us?"
"I don’t know... But you saw them wipe out the Navy earlier."
"I heard they’re emperor-class pirates now..."
Fear buzzed through the crowd. The people huddled together, surrounded by heavily ard pirates.
Then Najendaa stepped forward.
"Is there a town mayor here?" she asked plainly.
No one answered.
Then a brave civilian stepped out.
"The previous mayor were all killed... when your people invaded."
He was trembling but determined. He had family in the crowd—his wife, his children.
If soone had to risk their life, better it be him.
Najenda looked at him for a mont.
"Then from this mont forward... you are the mayor."
"This town now belongs to the Dragon Hunter Pirates."
"In ti, the G5 Marine Branch will fall to us as well. You’ll oversee it too."
"Are you up to the task?"
The man blinked, stunned.
He’d expected to be executed—not promoted.
"I... I can!"
His na was Buck, the son of the island’s forr village chief.
When Vergo claid Wallowells, it was Buck’s father who led the resistance—
—and was executed for it.
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But Buck knew better. His father died by Navy hands.
He had grown up listening to his father’s dreams of a free town.
And now, that chance had co full circle.
"Good," Najenda nodded.
"Announce that Wallowells is under the protection of the Dragon Hunter Pirates."
"If anyone disagrees, let them speak now."
"From this mont on, any resistance—regardless of who backs it—will be crushed."
At her signal, Uvogin stepped forward and raised his massive fist.
BOOM!
With a single blow, he shattered the ground, creating a massive crater.
A stone platform shot up where he struck, like a monunt to their power.
The civilians flinched, frozen by sheer pressure. No one dared object.
"Gunnado, you’ll stay behind and keep order," Najenda ordered.
With the town stabilized, the operation continued like clockwork.
---
anwhile, on the far side of the island...
Ryuunosuke sat peacefully, fishing rod in hand.
Beside him, lounging in the shade, was none other than Vice Admiral Garp.
"I swear, old man," Ryuunosuke muttered as he reeled in another fat fish,
"You can’t just drop by every ti you’re bored and want free lunch."
He tossed the catch into an already overflowing basket.
Garp grumbled.
His line had been untouched for hours, while Ryuunosuke kept pulling them in like clockwork.
"Che... You using so kinda bait from the future or what?"
Ryuunosuke smirked. "Nah. The fish just know quality when they see it."
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