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The Land of Wano — the island of ghosts.
Onigashima, shaped like a giant demon skull, is a forsaken stronghold in the turbulent waters of the New World.
Below the ominous skull, carved into the island's cliffs, is a colossal underground arena.
Used year-round by the Beast Pirates for combat trials and ranking duels, it has earned a terrifying moniker:
"The Death Colosseum."
Here and now,
One of the Four Emperors of the Sea — Charlotte Linlin — lies in wait.
Several of her powerful children are hiding in adjacent viewing rooms, lurking like shadows before a storm.
The arena is packed. Tension fills the air.
"Is all this really necessary?"
Inside one of the rooms,
Charlotte Daifuku frowned, visibly confused.
"Mobilizing this many forces just for some upstart who recently set sail and allegedly contacted the Revolutionary Army?"
"Necessary?" Charlotte Oven scoffed, clearly annoyed.
"You barely read the papers, and you think you're qualified to speak? You're just a glorified peanut gallery."
He jabbed a finger toward Daifuku and added, "I could take ten of you in my sleep. Understand?"
Daifuku looked outraged.
You could beat ten of me?
Well, ten of us could absolutely beat him!
Oven suddenly gazed toward the starless sky, unease creeping over him.
Daifuku noticed. "What's wrong?"
Oven waved him off, grabbing a teacup from the table and taking a sip.
"...My right eyelid keeps twitching."
Daifuku hesitated.
In Totto Land superstition, a twitching left eyelid signals fortune. A twitching right? Imminent misfortune.
But in this case...
"You'll probably find some treasure today," Daifuku lied.
"Right twitch means wealth, left means danger. You're in the clear, brother!"
Oven chuckled, clearly pleased with this interpretation.
In a neighboring chamber,
Charlotte Katakuri — tall, lean, muscular — sat cross-legged, silent and brooding.
His crimson hair contrasted sharply with the darkness around him.
Sitting beside him was a woman resembling a wicked witch: hooked red nose, twisted smile, and a long scar trailing down one cheek.
His sister: Charlotte Brûlée.
"Brother," Brûlée asked softly, "Who exactly are we facing today?"
Katakuri narrowed his eyes. "...No idea. But according to the paper, he's powerful. Unpredictable."
He flicked a coin through his fingers, a rare sign of nervousness.
"With this many of us, shouldn't it be a sure win?" Brûlée asked, unconvinced.
"Maybe..." Katakuri murmured.
Brûlée stopped pressing and quietly poured tea for him with a rare tenderness.
In the room across,
Charlotte Cracker, upper body bare and muscular, twirled a set of playing cards between his fingers.
"Shen Yuan, huh? Sounds like a hollow name."
He scoffed. "Katakuri, you're overthinking it."
Katakuri remained silent, watching the cards spin in Cracker's hand.
Cracker chuckled. "So, in this grand game of chess with Mama, what do you think we are? Pawns?"
Katakuri tilted his head. "Maybe I'm a King. You?"
Cracker frowned. "If I'm a K, I better not be the Joker…"
Still, he admitted, "Let's be honest — in terms of combat power, you're the undisputed King among us."
Katakuri scratched his neck sheepishly, not used to praise. Brûlée noticed, her gaze softening even more.
Cracker added with pride, "As a commander who's eaten the Bisu Bisu no Mi — the Biscuit-Biscuit Fruit — I could be a little king, right?"
Behind him,
Charlotte Smoothie stifled a laugh.
With icy-blue eyes and silver hair, the towering commander wore a tight pink bodysuit. Her most striking feature?
Those legs. Long. Elegant. Deadly.
Cracker puffed his chest. "I'm the Biscuit Man. No one crunches harder!"
Smoothie raised a glass of red wine and spoke with a teasing smile:
"Little king? Hmm. Maybe."
Cracker's expression froze.
Cracker: ...
"Were you a fortune teller in your past life?"
Smoothie just sipped her wine, amused.
Then, her gaze drifted toward the iron-barred window.
Katakuri noticed. "What are you looking at?"
"I heard they call him 'Shinigami' — the God of Death. I want to test myself."
Katakuri exhaled deeply and closed his eyes.
In the very center of the Colosseum,
Kaido of the Beasts — massive and monstrous — stood with his kanabo in hand. His breathing was rough, not from fear, but from exhilaration.
"UOOOOHHHHHH!!"
Kaido let out a guttural roar, the sheer power rattling the ground beneath him.
This time, Shen Yuan would not leave alive!
"Kaido-sama, are you sure about this?" King the Wildfire asked solemnly, stepping forward.
Fighting here — right at their headquarters — was madness.
"Based on our last intel, Shen Yuan's strength may have already surpassed yours..."
Kaido dismissed the comment and wiped sweat from his brow.
Not from exertion — from excitement.
"GYAAAAHAHAHAHA! Two Yonko, dozens of high-level commanders, and we still can't kill him? Absurd!"
King stepped back silently, preparing for contingencies.
If Kaido fell again, begging might be their only option.
Maybe drag Jack and Queen with him — even Shen Yuan wouldn't kill all of them... right?
Queen waddled over, curious.
"Yo, King, why the long face? Eeeeek!"
King remained silent, deep in thought.
What does Shen Yuan truly want? And more importantly — what could they offer in exchange for Kaido's life?
"It's not numbers that conquer the strong..." King muttered.
Jack blinked. "You're actually worried about Kaido-sama?"
King nodded.
"To be honest, I've had a bad feeling about this fight since the moment Shen Yuan one-shot me."
Jack looked shocked.
Even he agreed.
Quinn's eyes widened. "No way... Kaido-sama can't die here, right?"
"Quinn, shut up," King barked.
Quinn clammed up immediately.
Floating above the arena,
Big Mom — towering and menacing — hovered atop Zeus, her homie of thunder.
Her grin stretched wide.
"Well, well, well! I'm so excited!"
Suddenly—
"Whoosh—!"
From far above, a black arrow streaked through the clouds, wrapped in black and white lightning — a perfect blend of Armament and Conqueror's Haki.
It surged downward with overwhelming pressure toward the Colosseum!
Big Mom's eyes lit up.
She removed her tri-corner hat.
"Napoleon!"
Her hat morphed into a massive longsword — alive, grinning, pulsing with Haki.
"Elbaf no Yari—" (Spear of Elbaf!)
"Ikoku Sovereignty!!"
A titanic energy slash rocketed forth, clashing directly with the descending arrow!
BOOM——!!!
A thunderous shockwave tore through the sky!
The crowd in the arena jolted in response.
Everyone rushed from their rooms to witness the spectacle.
What they saw — was devastation.
Sky split.
Arena trembling.
They all understood now—
The battle had already begun.
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