The Island of Knowledge. Ohara.
Dozens of kilometers off the coastline, waves churned as soldiers assembled on deck. Cannonballs locked and loaded.
At the shore, countless Ohara civilians preparing to set sail—or outsiders here on business—stared in confusion at the massive fleet in the distance.
That... looked like Marines?
Those warships and seagull flags seemed legit. Countless military vessels cut through wind and waves, surrounding Ohara from all sides.
Cannons adjusted their angles, aiming at Ohara's mainland from way out there.
On deck stood many high-ranking officers rarely seen in West Blue.
Most notably, two tall bastards. One curly-haired with sunglasses. Another burly wearing a cap.
On the other side, some asshole in a gray-striped cape and suit held this weirdly shaped golden Den Den Mushi. Looking smug as hell, seemed to be barking out battle plans.
If anyone with half a brain saw that golden Den Den Mushi, they'd shit themselves!
This thing meant the World Government's final line had been crossed. Zero chance of backing down.
The true rulers of these seas were about to unleash absolute judgment—
The Buster Call!
Typically ten-plus warships and five Vice Admiral-level killers. Indiscriminate destruction of the target area!
This war-ready atmosphere finally sparked panic among the coastal crowds.
"Hey... I think those Marines are gunning for Ohara!"
"No fucking way. Must be some big pirate hiding here?"
"What kind of big shot needs this much firepower? The damn Pirate King?"
The people freaked out, not knowing there really was exactly that kind of person—the sort of big-league pirate they mentioned who'd warrant this insane operation.
Right now he sat chill as hell on a cliff edge, sipping orange juice through a straw.
Come to think of it, after this Buster Call wrapped up, the three Admirals would probably get their promotions.
Aus recalled the timeline from his memories.
Beside juice-sipping Aus sat the clean, pretty-boy little hawk, rocking a red floral shirt.
Arms crossed, he stared calmly at the distant fleet.
Then turned to Aus. Seeing him completely unfazed, like he'd expected this shit, Mihawk asked coolly:
"Are these massive Marine forces here for us?"
Can't blame Mihawk for thinking that.
After goofing around this island for days, he knew this was just some ordinary West Blue rock. Not even one Haki user on the whole damn place.
How could it attract such a massive military beatdown?
Thinking this, he slowly drew that gorgeous long blade from his back—Black Blade Yoru.
Ready to strike first, send a hundred-meter sword slash as a "hello" gift to those Marines.
Predictably, without strong opponents to stop him, Mihawk could easily slice one warship per swing. Clean cuts, smooth as butter. Even the biggest fleet would be toast.
Against real monsters, troop numbers meant jack shit. Maybe five leading Vice Admirals would survive his blade.
"Huh? What did we do to deserve... okay, guess we really do qualify for this treatment...
But this time, this Buster Call genuinely isn't for us. Plus the World Government definitely knows a Buster Call is a fucking joke against me."
To actually deal with Aus, they'd need several top-tier fighters for a coordinated sneak attack minimum.
Large-scale warship siege?
To Aus, no different from a shooting gallery.
"Their real target is wiping out Ohara.
You saw those books in that giant tree, right? This 'Island of Knowledge' has scholars digging into some history."
"History?"
"History the World Government buried. The kind they'd nuke entire countries to keep hidden. Forbidden as hell."
Hearing this, Mihawk's face finally showed some concern. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead.
This ran way deeper than he thought...
"Want the details? I can break it down for you." Aus grinned at little hawk.
"Pass. Sounds like the kind of shit that'd make my life complicated.
Besides, I don't give a damn about ancient history."
The aloof sword-obsessed little hawk shot down Aus's info dump.
Aus didn't push it. Just kept watching this "apocalypse" unfold.
Without the power to back it up, yet poking at truths too heavy to bear.
Call it noble idealism or elaborate suicide.
Either way, Aus didn't have some bleeding heart. He wasn't getting involved.
...
On the Marine warships, a tall figure stood at the bow in front of countless sailors.
Black Marine coat, sunglasses hiding his expression—Vice Admiral Kuzan listened to worried whispers behind him, silently staring at the shore.
"Really going to carpet bomb? There are tons of civilians down there."
"Shut it! Those are orders!"
"But... no matter how you look at it, this is fucked up..."
Though plenty of Marines had serious doubts, the commanding CP organization—the World Government's attack dogs—showed zero mercy.
Following orders, wave after wave of bombardment launched out, carpet-bombing every inch of Ohara.
Total chaos erupted!
BOOM!
Explosive smoke and civilian screams instantly became this beautiful island's soundtrack.
Literal hell on earth.
Local civilians and unlucky tourists alike got shredded in this indiscriminate bombardment.
They stared in disbelief at the Marines—supposedly the good guys—now butchering innocent people.
Soon, landing parties from several warships hit the beach, hunting scholars in the crowds.
Among countless panicked, fleeing people, two figures suddenly stood out like sore thumbs.
Strolling casually, completely out of sync with the surrounding terror and chaos. Like they existed in a different reality.
Aus had zero intention of hiding his identity. Nothing on these seas made him want to lay low.
Any falling cannonballs, stray bullets, explosions, or flying debris just vanished into thin air within ten meters of him.
The two eventually appeared on top of some tall building, using a Den Den Mushi to film this whole shitshow.
Ohara Destruction Tourism Check-in +1
Their conspicuous behavior naturally caught Marine and CP attention.
But when they surrounded the building and got a clear look at that figure cheerfully waving at them with a big smile...
They froze solid. Jaws hanging open, not a sound coming out!
Their guns clattered to the ground, shaking hands too scared to pick them up.
How... how the fuck was this possible?!
After a long, stunned moment, someone shakily grabbed a Den Den Mushi, voice cracking with terror:
"Re...reporting to command! We've got a massive problem here!"
"Marine, what the hell are you babbling about? What kind of big shot would dare interfere with the World Government's Buster Call?!" The stern voice on the other end carried serious doubt.
"It's... it's him..."
The Marine's snot and tears started flowing. His pupils wouldn't stop shaking.
"'Black Gun' Aus!"
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