"Luffy! At a time like this, can't you be serious for once?!" Nami scolded, though her own voice trembled with a fear she was desperately trying to suppress.
"Huh? Like this?" Luffy seemed confused for a moment, but then his face contorted into a mask of exaggerated terror as he began shouting along.
"Help! Help! We're all gonna die!"
Amid the screams, the going merry was finally caught.
The towering wave curled over it, and the entire ship and its crew were swallowed by the churning, dark water.
Their bodies were tossed and tumbled through a violent, disorienting void of green and black, before being mercilessly slammed back into the sea.
Wave after wave battered them, pushing them toward an unknown fate, until finally, the chaos subsided, leaving them floating in a dazed, battered silence, with no idea where they had been swept away to.
*****
Meanwhile, in Water 7, the city's emergency alarms blared incessantly, a mournful, echoing cry across the sky.
The entire city had transformed, plunged into a state of unprecedented, organized tension.
From the lower canals to the middle levels, all districts were swiftly and strictly sealed off with massive, reinforced sea gates.
The once-bustling streets had ground to a halt, replaced by dense, orderly barricades as shipyard workers welded every drainage outlet shut with the sturdiest materials.
Under the guidance of the Galley-La foremen, the residents evacuated in an orderly fashion toward the safer upper levels of the city.
A prevailing mood of grim unity and quiet determination settled over them as they worked together, resolved to weather the coming storm.
On the rooftop platform of Water 7's highest level, Iceberg stood beside his trusted foremen and secretaries.
Among them, hiding in plain sight, were the agents of CP9: Rob Lucci, Kaku, and Kalifa.
They all stared at the unprecedented disaster forming on the horizon, their hearts filled with a mixture of shock and dread.
"Mayor," Paulie stammered, his voice thick with worry.
"Will we make it through this safely?"
The sheer scale of the approaching wave was beyond anything he had ever witnessed.
Iceberg's brow was furrowed, but his gaze was firm.
"At least their lives are safe," he said slowly, referring to the evacuated citizens.
"But after this passes, our city will face the daunting task of reconstruction."
"Mayor, rest assured," Kalifa said, adjusting her glasses with a professional calm.
"I have already drafted a detailed plan for post-disaster reconstruction."
Iceberg smiled faintly, casting an appreciative glance at her.
Nearby, Rob Lucci watched the scene with cold, detached eyes, his only concern the precious blueprint.
As long as this disaster didn't interfere with their mission, the fate of the city was irrelevant.
He just needed Iceberg to survive.
As they each harbored their own thoughts, the super-disaster finally descended.
An ear-splitting roar, a sound like the world itself was breaking, tore through the sky as the Tsunami collided with Water 7.
The force was so immense that the first sturdy sea wall of the city's lower section was completely obliterated, shattered into countless fragments.
Immediately after, the raging, black seawater surged into the once-peaceful city streets like a stampede of wild sea kings, mercilessly destroying everything in its path.
Ships were torn from their moorings and flung into buildings, and the fragile glass of countless homes shattered, their contents washed away into the churning sea.
The people hiding in the upper levels listened to the distant, terrifying sounds of their city being torn apart, their hearts filled with a primal fear as they silently prayed to survive the crisis.
*****
High in the sky, far above the chaos, the crimson dragon, Kingdew, gazed down at the raging tsunami below and couldn't help but click his tongue in astonishment.
"Truly terrifying," he mused, his voice a low rumble.
"Water 7 is really unlucky to encounter a tsunami of this scale. If it were an ordinary island like Jaya, it would have been completely submerged by now."
Beside him, Jozu sighed deeply, the sound a low rumble.
"Yeah, the situation down there is way too dangerous. Luckily, Ron had the foresight to move us to Sky Island in advance, or we'd be in that mess too."
Just then, one of the other dragon commanders suddenly exclaimed.
"Huh? Wait a minute... Where's Jaya Island?"
Everyone turned their massive heads to look, only to find that the familiar, crescent-shaped island, which should have been visible on the horizon, had completely vanished without a trace.
"Holy crap, it's really gone!" another captain said in shock. "If Water 7 weren't still there, I'd think we took a wrong turn!"
A collective, uneasy gasp followed.
"Could it... could it have been wiped out by the tsunami?"
As soon as the words were spoken, all eyes turned accusingly toward the crimson dragon, Kingdew, filled with a new resentment.
At that moment, Ace noticed the strange void at the center of the disaster.
"What's that? A black hole?" he muttered, filled with a disbelieving confusion.
Ron followed his gaze and frowned.
"Strange… Could it be a Sea Vortex?"
"Let me take a look," Jozu stepped forward.
His eyes began to shift and change, the diamond facets within them reconfiguring until they had transformed into a pair of living, premium-grade Diamond telescopes.
He stared intently at the distant anomaly, realizing it wasn't a natural phenomenon at all.
"No," he said, his voice grim. "The seawater isn't forming a vortex. It's just... gone. It's like something devoured a perfect circle of the ocean, leaving a massive, empty hole."
Ron furrowed his brow, a strange sense of familiarity rising in his heart.
"Fly higher," he commanded Kingdew firmly.
The dragon ascended another kilometer, and with the expanded field of vision, everything clicked into place.
Ron wasn't looking at random waves; he was seeing the perfect, concentric rings of a colossal impact.
A faint, incredulous smile touched his lips.
"We can descend now," he said calmly.
When Kingdew learned that the apocalyptic tsunami, the missing island, and the mysterious black hole were all the direct result of Jozu's single "warm-up" blast, he was utterly dumbfounded.
A moment later, he burst into thunderous, mocking laughter and he share the "good news."
He found Jozu gravely describing the devastation in Water 7.
"...the entire city is surrounded," Jozu was saying, his voice filled with a somber sorrow.
"It's a terrible tragedy."
"Jozu," Kingdew's voice boomed with barely suppressed glee.
"You'll never believe who the tragic hero of this story is. It was you! You did all this with that one blast!"
Hiss...!
Everyone present gasped in shock, staring at Jozu in disbelief.
The aftermath was way too extreme.
Jozu himself stood atop Squard's head, utterly dumbfounded.
What kind of joke is this? he thought, a dawning horror washing over him.
I caused all of this? With one shot?
The guilt weighed heavily on him.
He had only wanted to test his limits; he never imagined he'd accidentally trigger such a massive, devastating disaster.
He would have to find a way to make it up to the people of Water 7 someday.
As the nine colossal dragons soared across the sky, making no effort to conceal their impossible presence, they were actually seen.
*****
On the highest platform of Water 7, Iceberg and the undercover CP9 agents stared up, their professional calm shattered.
In the chaotic streets below, Blackbeard, lurking in the shadows, glared at the sky with a look of pure, venomous envy.
And on a forgotten rooftop, Bellamy could only look on in utter, speechless awe.
"What... what is that?!!"
"Kaido?! How are there nine Kaidos?!"
"The tides of the sea," Iceberg whispered, his mind already calculating the terrifying implications.
"Are about to shift."
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