Atop the Naval Headquarters battlefield, chaos refused to rest.
No sooner had one storm passed than another began to rise.
On one side, the uproar over Mihawk's supposed illegitimate child still hadn't settled.
On the other, yet another group of Seraphim emerged from the smoke.
"Guhahahaha!"
"Heeheehee!"
"Fufufururu~!"
Three strange, old-fashioned laughs echoed through the haze.
The moment those peculiar voices rang out, every soldier, pirate, and spectator froze in recognition.
Those laughs—grating, dramatic, and utterly distinct—were burned into their memories.
Countless battles and bounty posters had made sure of that.
Clatter—!
The wind blew through the haze, sweeping away the smoke and revealing three small silhouettes.
Just like the Seraph S-Bear and S-Eagle before them, the newcomers had dark brown skin, black wings folded behind their backs, and faint flames dancing across their shoulders.
Yet each carried a presence uniquely their own.
The entire battlefield erupted at once.
"It's really happening!"
"Look at them! The one with the facial scar and the golden hook—it's clearly a young Crocodile, one of the original Shichibukai!"
"And that pale one with the devilish grin and stitched-up look—that's got to be a clone of Gekko Moria!"
"The last one, with those tinted glasses and that cocky stride—it's Heavenly Yaksha Doflamingo himself!"
"Unbelievable! So the other Shichibukai have their 'sons' here too!"
Both Marines and Whitebeard pirates were left gaping, murmuring to one another in disbelief.
And at that moment, when the dust fully cleared—Crocodile and Moria themselves stood frozen.
Just minutes ago, both men had been smirking, watching Mihawk deal with his own supposed "child" from the sidelines.
Now, the tables had turned—each was staring at a miniature version of himself.
"Boss…"
The bald warrior Daz Bonez, standing beside Crocodile, looked half-stunned.
Crocodile's expression twisted, dark lines forming across his forehead.
"What the hell is this circus?!" he growled. "World Government… what did you do with my blood?!"
Moria wasn't far behind, letting out a horrified scream that rattled the air.
"Aaaaaaah! That's supposed to be me when I was a kid?! Impossible!"
Nearby, Perona, who had only recently stopped sulking over being abandoned by her "father," suddenly clasped her hands together, her eyes lighting up.
"Kyaa~! Moria-sama looked so cute as a kid!"
Kalifa blinked, a vein twitching at her temple.
"Perona-chan… cute? That?" she asked incredulously.
Elsewhere, Rebecca narrowed her eyes, her gaze landing sharply on the miniature Doflamingo.
"Aunt Violet," she muttered, voice trembling. "It's him again. Just seeing that smug face makes my blood boil."
Violet's small pink fist clenched tightly.
"Even as a child, that flamingo bastard looks infuriating," she hissed.
A few steps away, Marian, ever the laid-back observer, tilted her head with mild curiosity.
"The original boss was actually kinda… delicate when he was young. Almost girlish, really."
Her comment drew a chorus of reactions.
Robin adjusted her glasses, frowning slightly.
"Crocodile too. I never would've guessed he looked that good as a child."
Nami nodded thoughtfully beside her.
"Honestly, if she didn't have the scar or that golden hook—and wore a dress instead—she'd look like a proper little lady!"
Vivi gasped, eyes wide.
"Wait… Crocodile's isn't a son—it's a daughter?!"
The realization rippled through the battlefield like a shockwave.
"Daughter of Crocodile!"
"Seraph S-Crocodile is female?!"
"Then—by that logic—Crocodile himself… was a woman all along?!"
The moment that connection clicked in people's minds, chaos erupted once more.
Laughter, disbelief, and shouting filled the air as both sides—Marine and pirate alike—descended into uproar.
The stage was no longer just a battlefield.
It was a theater of madness, where truth and rumor danced hand in hand, and the World Government's secrets continued to unravel before a live global audience.