The battlefield was quiet.
A storm of awe hung in the air over the colossal arena of the Voidreign Kingdom. Dust still lingered, glowing under the twilight sun as the last of the hundred fallen Void Knights were gently carried off the scorched battleground by dics and support units.
And standing tall at the center of the devastation—unscathed and breathless—was Kuina.
Her sword humd faintly, coated with a spectral white-blue sheen. Her long white hair, the mark of her awakened Ultra Instinct, flowed like a divine banner in the wind. Her eyes, still glowing silver, scanned the silent crowd. Every single Void Knight, elite warriors of the kingdom, had been bested.
Not just bested—overwheld.
In the far corners of the world, the entire sea was watching.
From pirate dens to Marine strongholds, from backwater islands to revolutionary outposts—the battle was livestread across Den Den Mushi networks, thanks to Morgan and his World Economic News.
"Unbelievable..." Morgan whispered, wide-eyed, sweat clinging to his feathers as his snail cara zood in on Kuina. "She's not just a swordswoman. She's a force of nature... A storm in human form."
He turned to look at the silent figure seated beside him—Captain Jessie.
Morgan adjusted his hat nervously, then muttered with an unsure smile, "Is... is it over now?"
Jessie took a long sip of his tea, his golden eyes watching the battlefield like a sovereign watching his chessboard.
"No," Jessie said quietly. "It's not over yet."
That single statent echoed through the minds of everyone present.
Back at the Cross Guild, Dracule Mihawk stood from his seat abruptly. Buggy nearly fell out of his throne, and Crocodile raised an eyebrow.
"Where are you going, Mihawk?" Buggy asked, genuinely concerned.
"To Voidreign," Mihawk replied, his tone unreadable, his eyes still fixed on the Den Den Mushi screen.
Crocodile's voice cut through the tension. "Wait... the battle isn't over yet. That girl... she's preparing for sothing."
Mihawk froze mid-step.
His sharp eyes darted back to the screen just as Kuina's stance subtly shifted. She wasn't relaxing. She was anticipating.
He returned to his seat without a word.
Far away in the East Blue, at the Isshin Dojo in Frost Moon Village, Koshiro stood in front of the monitor, hands clasped behind his back. A proud smile ford under his calm deanor.
"She's surpassed ," he whispered to himself. "She's surpassed even the dreams I had for her."
The entire world buzzed with reactions—fear, admiration, confusion, and awe—all coalescing into one clear reality:
The Voidreign Pirates were no longer myths. They were now an undeniable power in the grand sche of the seas.
Back at the Voidreign Arena.
The crowd, composed of citizens, officials, and travelers, held their collective breath as the arena trembled slightly under so unseen pressure.
Jessie stood now, walking slowly to the edge of the royal box. With a simple, almost lazy wave of his hand, the sky above the arena darkened—and then, it split open.
Five black, swirling portals ripped into existence like miniature black holes suspended in the sky.
Gasps echoed across the arena. Children clutched their parents. Warriors reached for weapons. A deep, guttural hum of power vibrated the very ground.
From the first portal stepped out a colossal figure clad in obsidian armor, crimson patterns etched into the plates like bleeding veins. His helt bore a jagged crown of spikes, and black mist swirled at his feet. His aura was suffocating.
The second figure descended in an elegant glide. A female knight with long silver hair, her eyes blindfolded, twin scythes floating behind her back like wings. Her armor shimred with void crystals, and she gave off a serene yet deadly presence.
The third was draped in a cloak of shadows. No one saw his face, only two burning white eyes beneath the hood. Chains made of ethereal energy floated around him, whispering ancient words in an unknown tongue.
The fourth walked with a massive greatsword twice his height. His armor had dragon motifs, and each step he took cracked the stone. Firelight flickered in the slits of his helt.
And the fifth... the fifth was entirely still. Small, quiet, hooded—until he moved. Then, in a flash, he appeared beside Kuina without making a sound, startling even her for the briefest second.
Jessie's voice thundered throughout the arena, calm but commanding.
"These five are the Supre Void Knights, they are the guardian of Voidreign Kingdom."
The crowd roared in disbelief. People stood from their seats. Den Den Mushis buzzed and twitched as viewers around the world leaned in.
Kuina narrowed her eyes. Her breathing cald, her stance widened. Her Ultra Instinct form flickered once—but then flared back with renewed energy.
"They're stronger than the last hundred," she said under her breath. "Peak admiral level... every one of them."
The Final Test Begins.
The Supre Knights didn't charge. They didn't scream. They simply vanished—all five—and reappeared around Kuina in perfect synchronization.
—WHOOM!
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