—Broadcast—
Since the Revolutionary Army's headquarters was destroyed by the New Marine in a decisive military operation, the organization's strongest faction had been physically eliminated. Monkey D. Dragon—the former leader, the revolutionary who'd terrified the World Government for decades—had disappeared during that catastrophic battle and hadn't been seen in all the years since.
Most intelligence analysts estimated he'd either been captured by the Marine or died on the battlefield. Either way, his absence created a vacuum that fractured the Revolutionary Army into scattered remnants.
After their strongest backbone shattered, the surviving Revolutionary Army branches dispersed across the seas. They deliberately avoided centralization, operating without clear headquarters to prevent similar devastating strikes. Each branch maintained no more than a hundred personnel, making comprehensive encirclement and suppression campaigns extremely difficult.
The guerrilla structure ensured the Revolutionary Army's survival even as it prevented coordinated large-scale operations.
Because Sabo's force had been preserved almost entirely intact, emerged as the rising star among the organization's remnants. Most surviving revolutionaries gravitated toward this young man's banner, supporting him as Dragon's successor and the Revolutionary Army's next leader.
The radical ideas Sabo conveyed proved even more popular among the survivors than Dragon's measured approach had been. The new generation wanted action, not patience. Immediate revolution, not gradual change.
Soon, large-scale rebellions erupted in remote fallen kingdoms. The ideology driving these uprisings was absolute: overthrow the ruling class entirely. Eliminate the aristocracy as a social category on a physical level. No compromise. No mercy. Complete liquidation.
Unfortunately, the Sorbet Kingdom in the South Blue became their testing ground.
It was under these circumstances that Bonney witnessed the most despairing scene of her life.
She simply couldn't understand the fanatical people surrounding her. From the girl's perspective, most of the nobles who'd taken care of her during childhood had been genuinely good people.
King Bulldog had helped her understand the World Government's conspiracy. He'd revealed that the nurse supposedly caring for her health was actually a government agent conducting surveillance. Then he'd personally arranged a ship for her ocean voyage, knowing full well the risk he was taking by defying Celestial Dragon interests.
Queen Mother Connie had played elaborate tricks to facilitate Bonnie's escape. The elderly woman had created diversions allowing the girl to deceive government agents and board the pirate vessel prepared in secret. The power communication she'd provided—teaching Bonnie how to fight effectively—had been invaluable.
These two kind-hearted people didn't even receive decent deaths.
Bonnie, shrouded in emotional darkness during that terrible day, couldn't comprehend why the people around her had gone mad. Couldn't they live peacefully under a benevolent king's rule? Wasn't the Sorbet Kingdom's governance among the more humane in the South Blue?
What justified this violence?
The emotions she'd suppressed for years finally erupted that day. Rage, grief, betrayal, helplessness—everything she'd bottled up since her mother's death, since her father's lobotomization, since the years of enforced separation.
When Bonnie regained awareness, the entire Sorbet Kingdom had transformed into an endless hell.
She'd killed everyone on the island. Every single person. Revolutionaries hiding among civilians. Citizens celebrating beneath the hanged corpses. Nobility and commoners alike. The mob that had murdered King Bulldog and Queen Mother Connie. The reformists who'd enabled the uprising. Everyone.
Except for the cyborg Bartholomew Kuma still standing silently beside her, all others were buried beneath seas of fire.
No one could stand against her rampage, including the Revolutionary Army members who'd orchestrated the massacre. Her Devil Fruit power—the Toshi Toshi no Mi (Age-Age Fruit)—allowed her to manipulate ages with devastating efficiency. She'd transformed warriors into helpless infants, then left them to burn. Aged revolutionaries into decrepit elders too weak to flee the flames.
It was after this day that the title "Tyrant" transferred from her father to herself, earned through countless lives extinguished in righteous fury.
The Sorbet Kingdom ceased to exist as anything but ashes and trauma.
Bonnie had many thoughts circulating through her mind. When she'd heard Kalifa's report on Revolutionary Army activity, the woman had immediately recalled that painful past. She possessed no happy memories from that period. Sometimes a woman's unhappy moods could only be relieved through killing.
"I'll handle the Revolutionary Army situation personally," Bonnie stated, her tone carrying impatience that barely concealed deeper fury. "Do you have anything else besides this report, or can you leave now?"
Although Kalifa's lackey performance had delivered information Bonnie wanted, the interruption of afternoon tea with her best friend remained unforgivable.
Recognizing the opening, Kalifa seized the opportunity to complete her full report. The Revolutionary Army intelligence hadn't been the main course—merely an appetizer before the genuinely important announcement. One likely to make Lady Bonnie significantly more unhappy.
The female CP0 agent could only deliver the news in the softest possible whisper: "Recently, we learned through intelligence channels that the Emperors have been exchanging information with unusual frequency. The communication between them suggests coordination. The Five Elders speculate they may be planning a major operation requiring your direct intervention."
Before Kalifa could finish explaining the strategic implications, Bonnie rudely interrupted with direct action.
The blonde CP0 agent transformed instantly into a helpless baby girl. Her sophisticated white suit hung absurdly loose around an infant body. Intelligent eyes became unfocused and confused as her adult consciousness tried processing existence in a body barely capable of voluntary movement.
Babies couldn't talk, which meant they couldn't irritate the Deputy Commander of the God's Knights with unwanted work assignments.
Bonnie was absolutely not in the mood to work for the Celestial Dragons right now. If the Five Elders wanted her services, they'd need to demonstrate appropriate respect. Sending a lackey CP0 to pass messages? Who exactly did they think they were dealing with?
The woman pointed at a nearby slave—a young female trembling in her maid outfit. "Take the baby girl and return her to that damned World Government. If they dare bother me again during personal time, I don't mind sending their messengers away from this world. Permanently."
The female slave squatted down with shaking hands, carefully lifting the infant Kalifa into her arms. Then she obeyed her master's command, walking toward the World Government agency offices in Pangea City to return the unfortunate CP0 agent to her original employers.
Someone else would have to reverse the age manipulation. Bonnie certainly wouldn't waste energy on it.
The pink-haired woman sat back down opposite Wendy, consciously putting away her fierce expression and revealing a smile that belonged to young girls rather than feared combatants. After all, calculated by real age, Admiral Tenryu and Bonney weren't much different—both still technically teenagers despite their positions and power.
Normal for them to share common interests and perspectives.
"They're just bastards," Bonnie explained conversationally, as though she hadn't just transformed a government agent into an infant. "If they think you're easy to bully, they'll exploit you constantly. But demonstrate ruthlessness once, and suddenly they'll back off and treat you respectfully. They're dogs who only understand punishment, not kindness."
This woman didn't take the World Government seriously whatsoever. She held even less regard for Celestial Dragons themselves—despite technically being one by blood.
Bonnie had even abandoned her birth surname, replacing it with the letter "X." She'd chosen that designation deliberately: a reminder never to forget what happened to her mother. A symbol of rejection. She would never carry a slave owner's surname.
The woman refused to mention the name "Jewelry" anymore. The Sorbet Kingdom in the South Blue represented nothing but painful history. She'd simply discarded that identity entirely.
From then forward, there existed only X. Bonnie in the world. A woman defined by what she'd lost rather than what she'd been born into.
Wendy didn't possess favorable impressions of government agents either. Watching her friend treat a CP0 operative so roughly—while Admiral Tenryu simply sat observing without intervention—the twin-tailed girl felt zero sympathy for a Celestial Dragon lackey.
"They're tools domesticated since childhood," Wendy agreed, her youthful voice carrying cold assessment. "They don't deserve anyone's sympathy or consideration."
Although Admiral Tenryu used the surname Donquixote under her brother's constant persuasion, she felt no sense of belonging to Celestial Dragon culture. Instead, her hands were stained with considerable Celestial Dragon blood.
Never provoke women without excellent reasons. Nobody could guarantee what consequences might follow.
Bonnie raised her hand, instructing nearby slaves to bring fresh fruits and new snacks. Admiral Wendy had already enjoyed the cakes. No matter how excellent food tasted, eventually one tired of repetition. Time to vary the afternoon tea menu.
"You've become so resilient now," Bonnie observed, genuine admiration coloring her voice. "Your behavior has inspired me deeply. I really want to thank you for showing me the path."
When Bonnie had first entered the God's Knights organization, she hadn't occupied her current high position. She'd been looked down upon, despised, treated as illegitimate—a bastard pretending to divine bloodright she didn't deserve.
However, during one defensive operation, she'd realized fundamental changes were necessary. She needed to strike first to prevent a hundred subsequent blows. Let everyone know she wasn't easy to intimidate or bully.
The lesson had been learned through observation of Wendy's own transformation.
Mary Geoise, the holy land where Celestial Dragons maintained their eight-hundred-year reign, had suffered two catastrophic incidents in recent history.
The first was caused by liberation hero Fisher Tiger—the fish-man who'd climbed the Red Line with his bare hands, set fires throughout the God Clan's hometown, and freed hundreds of slaves before escaping.
The second disaster was caused by the blue-haired girl with twin ponytails currently sitting across from Bonney, delicately eating fresh strawberries.
The broadcast shifted perspective, showing events from years before. A younger Wendy—age eleven, recently granted her Tori Tori no Mi, Model: Seiryū (Bird-Bird Fruit, Sky Dragon Model)—stood in a lavish Celestial Dragon mansion.
Bodies surrounded her. Dozens of them. Celestial Dragons in elaborate costumes, their world-bubble helmets shattered, expressions frozen in final moments of shock and terror.
Blood painted white marble floors in abstract patterns. The walls bore scorch marks from weather manipulation—lightning strikes called down indoors, wind blades that had carved through flesh and bone alike.
Young Wendy's face showed no remorse. No hesitation. Only cold determination.
"You shouldn't have touched my friends," she'd whispered to the corpses. "I warned you. I told you what would happen."
The Sky Screen's overlay provided context:
Celestial Dragon Massacre
Perpetrator: Donquixote Wendy (Age 11)
Victims: 47 Celestial Dragons + 23 World Nobles
Motive: Retaliation for abuse of her personal attendants
The girl had killed seventy people—members of the God Clan who'd considered themselves untouchable—because they'd tortured her friends. Servants she'd genuinely cared about, who'd treated her like a person rather than a weapon.
When Celestial Dragons had discovered these friendships and decided to "teach young Wendy a lesson" about appropriate class boundaries by publicly executing her attendants...
She'd snapped.
The Sky Dragon transformation had emerged for the first time, a massive white serpent with feathered wings that had torn through Pangea City like a natural disaster. Weather manipulation had called down storms inside buildings. Lightning had struck with surgical precision.
By the time Wendy had exhausted her fury, an entire district of Mary Geoise lay in ruins.
The Five Elders had covered up the incident. Blamed it on "external attack" and "terrorist infiltration." But everyone who mattered knew the truth: the young Donquixote girl was phenomenally dangerous, and treating her poorly would result in catastrophic consequences.
After that day, Wendy had received significantly more respectful treatment. Nobody wanted to provoke another rampage.
The broadcast returned to the present, where both young women sat enjoying refined afternoon tea despite their histories of extreme violence.
"You taught me the fundamental lesson," Bonnie acknowledged quietly. "That showing weakness invites exploitation. That sometimes you need to demonstrate what you're capable of to earn basic respect."
Wendy nodded slowly. "We both learned it the hard way. Through loss and rage and blood."
"Two different roads to the same destination," Bonnie agreed.
The slaves continued serving them in terrified silence, desperately hoping these two incredibly dangerous young women would remain in peaceful moods throughout the afternoon.
Because when either of them got upset, people died.
Often in large numbers.
—Real World Reactions—
Across the Real World, viewers processed these revelations with profound unease.
The God's Knights' Deputy Commander was a mass murderer who'd burned an entire kingdom. Admiral Tenryu had slaughtered dozens of Celestial Dragons as a child. Both were teenagers. Both wielded catastrophic power. Both served the system despite hating it.
In Marineford, Sengoku watched with growing concern. "What kind of world creates children like this?"
In Mary Geoise's current timeline, the Five Elders took copious notes. These future events needed prevention—or at minimum, better management.
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