Although Jaeger had met countless beautiful women in the world of Bleach, the Pirate World had already become his home.
And within it, the land of Wano was his private garden—a place that belonged solely to him.
Naturally, the experience here was on an entirely different level.
Kozuki Toki had long become accustomed to Jaeger's overwhelming presence.
As a Celestial Dragon, he was not someone she could hope to oppose. Quietly, she had brought her daughter to his side, choosing to submit entirely, much like Karuizawa Kei had once done.
But unlike Kei, Toki and her daughter carried the name of Jaeger's former enemy, Kozuki Oden.
That lineage alone made it impossible for them to receive the same level of favor. At most, they were mere concubines in his eyes.
Yamato, meanwhile, had been sulking ever since. Like a child robbed of candy, she seethed with barely contained fury at the mother-daughter duo's presence.
Had Jaeger not issued a strict command forbidding her from acting out, there was no doubt Yamato would've struck the two down the moment they let their guard down.
Perhaps even turned them to pulp in one of her sudden, violent fits.
"She's too impulsive," Jaeger thought, glancing at her sideways. Still so stupid.
I need to discipline her properly. At the very least, she should have the IQ of a normal teenager.
The Next Day — The Grand Line.
A massive warship, fully armed and imposing, cut through the ocean's waves. Its mission was clear: transport Gol D. Roger, the Pirate King, from Impel Down to his public execution.
The escort was terrifying in its strength: Admiral Akainu—on the cusp of becoming an Admiral—led the operation.
Beside him stood the newly promoted Vice Admiral Gion, known as "Momousagi," and Vice Admiral Gecko Moria.
Their presence alone made it clear—this was no ordinary prisoner transfer.
Of course, word had spread. Pirates across the seas were stirred. Some rushed to intercept the ship, hoping to rescue the Pirate King.
Others came seeking fame, wanting to strike down the legend themselves.
Still others simply admired Roger and couldn't bear to see him fall into the hands of the Navy.
But their courage was misplaced.
Akainu's strengthened magma burned through ships, men, and dreams alike.
Even New World pirates with bounties in the hundreds of millions perished in a single, searing strike—no bodies left, only ash.
Eventually, the sea calmed, as even the most foolish realized: Akainu was not a man to be trifled with.
"Pathetic," Gion muttered, her beautiful face twisted in disgust as she stared at the charred corpses bobbing in the water.
"They're so weak, yet they act so bold."
Akainu ignored her.
He knew Gion well. Knew she was here not of her own will, but sent by Commander-in-Chief Tsuru as a gift to Saint Nerona Jaeger.
He also didn't care.
Women, romance—none of it mattered to Akainu. His dream was absolute justice. His goal: a world without pirates.
"Tch… what a boring magma man," Gion muttered under her breath, lips curled in annoyance.
Despite the admiring glances she received from the crew—many of whom were captivated by her beauty—Gion didn't feel flattered.
Normally, she might've been indifferent to such looks, even amused. But today, all she felt was irritation.
After all, she knew her fate.
Soon, she would be handed over to Jaeger. A Celestial Dragon. A man infamous for his twisted tastes.
The newspapers told enough: Saint Jaeger had a scandalous connection with at least half of the princesses and noblewomen across the 200 nations allied with the World Government.
Some called him a monster. Others, a god. But to Gion, he was just a walking contradiction—a vile, beautiful devil.
Scum, she thought.
Still, curiosity gnawed at her.
"Saint Jaeger… what kind of man is he?" she asked aloud, half-expecting silence.
To her surprise, Akainu replied.
"A strong one," he said flatly.
Gion blinked, genuinely startled. It was rare for the magma man to speak without being forced.
But what shocked her more was what followed: Akainu's cold, stoic mask cracked just slightly.
A smile—though awkward and unsettling—briefly tugged at the corners of his lips.
"Strong? Of course, I know he's strong!" Gion scoffed, rolling her eyes.
"He blew up Panan Island and the Rose Kingdom just to capture Roger's pregnant wife. The whole world knows he's a living god! He has fans everywhere."
Akainu's eyes turned to ice.
"Then you'd better forget whatever little plan you've got in your pretty little head," he warned.
"I don't know what Tsuru or Kong are thinking, sending you to him. But if you so much as breathe in a way that displeases him, you'll end up in magma like those pirates down below."
"…Tch. What could I possibly do?" Gion muttered bitterly.
"I'm just another offering on a silver platter for the Celestial Dragons to devour."
Despite her words, something about Jaeger's influence nagged at her. Akainu—this inflexible man of justice—respected him. That alone made her wonder…
What kind of person could earn such loyalty from someone like Akainu?
Before she could dwell further, a young navy ensign sprinted across the deck.
"Admiral Akainu! Vice Admiral Momousagi! A pirate ship's attacking a merchant vessel ahead! Should we intervene?"
"I'll go!" Gion said quickly, seizing the excuse to get away.
But Akainu narrowed his eyes. "We go together. You were sent here as a gift for Saint Jaeger. If anything happens to you, it'll be my head on the line."
"Snort. Fine. Let's go," she snapped, turning on her heel, long legs striding confidently toward the stern.
Akainu watched her go in silence.
She's powerful. Proud. Beautiful. And her status is high enough. Saint Jaeger will likely favor her, he thought.
What a waste. If Jaeger put half as much effort into killing pirates as he does into collecting women… the world might already be clean.
Is that what they mean when they say no one's perfect?
Meanwhile — aboard a disguised archaeological vessel.
"Olvia! That's Bloody Chris! His bounty's 37 million! We can't beat him!" a terrified archaeologist cried out as panic gripped the ship.
They were disguised as merchants, but it was no use now. Pirates had found them. Worse—those pirates.
"We can't escape… we have no choice but to fight!"
Olvia said firmly, clutching the shotgun in her hands. Her silver-white hair fluttered in the sea breeze, eyes calm and resolute despite the chaos.
Her skin was tanned, her figure elegant yet strong, and her expression sharp with intelligence. She was not just beautiful—she was inspiring.
Many among the crew couldn't help but stare in awe. To them, Olvia was more than a scholar. She was their guiding star.
But the pirates were closing in.
"Hahaha! Kill the men! Leave the women!" Bloody Chris bellowed.
"I'll use that one first—then you lot can take turns! After that, sell her to some noble pig!"
His thousands of underlings cheered, scrambling toward the vessel.
Already, several scholars had been butchered. Blood stained the deck.
Only Olvia remained defiant, her shotgun thundering as she gunned down pirate after pirate, refusing to give in.
But Olvia knew—deep down—that the best outcome today would be death by her own hands.
Because if she fell into the clutches of these monsters… what awaited her would be a fate far more terrifying than death itself.
Suddenly, a chilling yet charming female voice rang out from above.
"One-Sword Style: Soft Rabbit Slash!"
A colossal wave of pink sword energy rained down from the sky, cutting through the pirate ship with surgical precision.
The deck split clean in two. Over a hundred pirates were severed in an instant, their blood-curdling screams echoing across the sea as bodies were sliced apart. It was carnage—a massacre.
Even the infamous pirate with a bounty of 37 million, Bloody Hand Chris, was obliterated by that single, elegant strike.
"Someone… someone actually came to save us?" Olvia muttered in disbelief.
More than twenty surviving archaeologists stared upward, eyes wide with shock and awe.
Then—without warning—an overwhelming tide of molten magma came crashing from the sky like a meteor.
BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!
The explosions were deafening. The entire merchant ship groaned under the force, nearly capsizing. The air turned blistering hot as the sea itself seemed to ignite.
Olvia felt certain she was dead… until a woman's voice echoed faintly in her ears.
She gasped, sitting upright, lungs burning.
The sea around them was aflame. Pirate corpses had been turned to ash, drifting like black snowflakes over the water.
"Thousands… just gone?"
She couldn't believe what she was seeing.
Around her, the other archaeologists were in a daze—mute, pale, utterly paralyzed by terror.
Snapping out of her daze, Olvia turned to find their saviors. She bowed instinctively, ready to offer her gratitude.
"Thank you for—"
But her words caught in her throat.
Two figures stood before her: a cold-eyed man and a breathtakingly beautiful woman, both clad in the distinct uniforms of the Navy.
Her heart froze.
The man narrowed his eyes. "You, woman. There's something off about your ship."
Akainu, the fearsome Navy Admiral, stepped forward. With his top-tier Observation Haki, he sensed the unease in Olvia immediately and let out a harsh sneer.
"Search everything!" he barked.
"Yes, Admiral Akainu!"
Dozens of marines stormed the merchant ship like wolves, smashing barrels, ripping apart crates, and ransacking every corner.
Gion watched it unfold silently, a faint frown creasing her brow.
There truly was no one in Navy HQ who dared oppose Akainu anymore. Garp and Sengoku were gone. Aokiji had defected. Akainu stood alone at the top.
It was over.
Olvia's heart sank. She and her companions—archaeologists from Ohara—had disguised themselves as merchants for this very reason.
They knew the World Government forbade historical research.
And now, they had run headfirst into the worst possible scenario—a walking natural disaster in human form.
The surviving archaeologists trembled in place. Some were paralyzed. None even dared to breathe.
Moments later, several soldiers rushed out holding books and documents.
"Admiral Akainu! They're not merchants—they're an archaeological team from Ohara!"
"Archaeologists…"
Gion's expression softened with sympathy. She understood the gravity of the situation.
As the sister of a Vice Admiral and close to Tsuru, she knew exactly how much the World Government loathed any mention of archaeology.
Akainu sneered, his eyes burning with ambition.
"So it is true. A group of Ohara rats sniffing around history… Looks like my luck today is excellent."
Lava began to coat his arm as he raised his fist, preparing to incinerate them all.
"Wait!"
Before Olvia could brace for death, Gion stepped forward.
Akainu turned to her, eyes like frost.
"You dare stop me? Are you out of your mind?"
"You said it yourself—don't meddle," Gion replied evenly.
"But since this involves Ohara, shouldn't Jaeger-sama be informed first? I think this is something only he should decide."
Akainu paused. A few seconds of tense silence passed before he grunted and withdrew his lava-coated fist.
"…You're right. I was impulsive."
He took out a Den Den Mushi and dialed.
Olvia and the others were barely holding it together. For a fleeting moment, they thought they had hope—until they heard that name.
"Saint... Jaeger..."
One of the male archaeologists, trembling, whispered:
"That's the Celestial Dragon from the World Broadcast… the one who blew up Panan Island and the Rose Kingdom just to capture the Pirate King's wife…"
A heavy silence fell. Every face turned pale.
Even Akainu seemed reverent as the call connected.
"What now?" Jaeger's irritated voice rang out.
He was enjoying lunch in Wano, Yamato and the others beside him, when the call interrupted.
"Jaeger-sama, we captured a group of Ohara archaeologists en route to Wano. Requesting your orders."
Gion blinked. He never talks to anyone like that. Not even the Fleet Admiral.
Jaeger sighed on the other end.
"Ohara… fate really does have a sense of humor."
The space before them suddenly distorted like torn canvas.
Everyone—Olvia, the archaeologists, even Gion—watched in stunned silence as Jaeger stepped out of the void, flanked by Yamato and two other beautiful women.
"A Devil Fruit… with spatial powers?" Gion's eyes widened. "But isn't he supposed to use lightning?"
And then she really looked at him.
Jaeger's appearance was unreal—his face carved like a statue, his aura exuding power and grace. Gion's breath caught in her throat.
Her earlier annoyance faded into stunned admiration. He's so much more handsome than the broadcast showed…
Even Olvia froze. She had feared him—loathed him—but standing in his presence now, she couldn't deny the man's commanding presence. His beauty. His aura.
Then he turned and met her gaze.
"…It really is you," he murmured, recognizing the striking resemblance to Nico Robin.
For a moment, a gentle smile touched his lips.
But just as quickly, it vanished.
Jaeger's eyes hardened.
"Kill all the archaeologists… except her."
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