The world never moved all at once.
It moved in whispers.
A decision here.A silence there.A route chosen in the dark that would soon drown the world in blood.
The Revolutionary Route
Fog rolled endlessly across the open sea, thick enough to swallow light itself.
Within that gray nothingness, a massive ship moved without sound.
No flags.No markings.No name.
Even the waves seemed hesitant to touch it.
At the bow stood Monkey D. Dragon, his long cloak snapping violently in the wind as if resisting the direction he had chosen. His face was carved from stone, eyes fixed on the unseen horizon.
"…Seven days," Dragon said.
The words did not echo.
They sank.
Behind him, a Den Den Mushi sat open on a steel table bolted to the deck. The snail did not speak. Its eyes twitched slightly. Breathing was audible through the shell.
That was enough.
Dragon didn't need confirmation.
"Execution window confirmed," he continued calmly. "Pirate Island. Hachinosu."
The Den Den Mushi remained silent.
No denial.
Dragon closed his eyes.
For just a moment, memories surged—unwanted, uninvited.
A massive fist crashing into his skull.A harsh voice barking orders instead of comfort.Thrown into jungles.Dropped into war zones.Left alone to survive—or die.
You'll live. If you don't, you were weak.
That was how Monkey D. Garp had raised him.
Not with kindness.
With certainty.
The man who had never bowed.The man who had rejected Fleet Admiral rank.The man who laughed in the face of the World Government itself.
Chained.
"…Keep watching," Dragon said at last. "Do not reveal yourself. Not yet."
The Den Den Mushi clicked off.
Ivankov stepped forward, heels striking the deck sharply. Their usually flamboyant expression was gone.
"Dragon," Ivankov said quietly. "This isn't just provocation. This is Teach declaring war."
Dragon opened his eyes.
"No," he said. "This is worse."
He turned slightly, eyes burning.
"This is family."
The wind roared.
"Set the route," Dragon ordered. "All forces. Silent movement. No declarations."
Ivankov's grin returned—sharp and dangerous.
"Fufufu… so it begins."
The ship shifted.
The fog parted.
And the Revolutionary Army sailed toward hell.
Marine Silence
Marine Headquarters had never felt so heavy.
Even the walls seemed to listen.
The report lay open on the long table, stamped with red clearance seals and blacked-out sections.
Monkey D. Garp — Captured.Execution Pending.
Three Admirals stood around it, expressions unreadable.
A government representative spoke, voice crisp and merciless.
"The World Government has issued a direct order: non-intervention. Any unauthorized action will be treated as treason."
Silence followed.
Then—
A chair scraped against the floor.
Sengoku rose slowly, his massive frame radiating pressure.
"…Denied."
The word fell like a cannon shot.
The representative stiffened. "Fleet—"
"I am no longer Fleet Admiral," Sengoku interrupted calmly. "And I will not abandon him."
One Admiral narrowed his eyes. "You would defy the World Government?"
Sengoku met his gaze without flinching.
"I already have."
A Den Den Mushi rang.
The sound felt louder than a gunshot.
Sengoku answered.
"…Yes," he said quietly. "Seven days. I understand."
He hung up.
"My agent confirms it," Sengoku continued. "Garp is alive. But heavily restrained."
Murmurs rippled across the room.
"You have an agent… there?" Koby asked, stunned.
Sengoku turned toward him.
"I prepared for this day long ago."
He walked to the window, staring out at the endless sea.
"Prepare the ships," Sengoku said. "Quietly."
He paused.
"Those who still remember what Garp stood for… will follow."
Koby stepped forward, fists clenched so tightly they shook.
"Yes, sir!"
Justice, once frozen, began to move again.
Pirate Island — Where Darkness Laughs
Night never truly left Pirate Island.
Torches burned at all hours, their flames bending unnaturally as if pulled toward the island's core. Chains clinked constantly. Screams were background noise.
Marshall D. Teach lounged atop a throne of rubble, boots resting casually on a skull-marked chest.
"Zehahahaha…" he laughed. "Ain't it beautiful?"
Around him stood the Titanic Captains—ten monsters, each powerful enough to rule seas.
One of them hesitated.
"Captain… about Kuzan."
The laughter stopped.
Teach's grin didn't fade.
It sharpened.
"That Marine's bounty's almost four and a half billion," another muttered. "He froze half our fleet once."
Teach leaned forward.
"If Kuzan betrays us," he said calmly, "I'll kill him myself."
A few pirates swallowed.
"But Captain… his power—"
Teach slammed his fist into the armrest.
"My power is different," he snarled. "When it comes to me… strength don't mean a damn thing."
Darkness leaked from his body like smoke.
Silence followed.
"Prepare the execution," Teach said, standing. "Make it public. Let the world choose sides."
Chains rattled somewhere below.
Teach grinned.
"Zehahahaha… let's see who comes."
The Prison Beneath the Island
Deep beneath Pirate Island, water dripped steadily from cracked stone ceilings.
Footsteps echoed.
Kuzan stopped before an iron cell.
Inside sat Monkey D. Garp.
Chained. Bruised. Bloody.
Smiling.
"So," Garp said lazily. "You finally came."
Kuzan exhaled. "You should've run."
Garp chuckled. "Hah. Old men don't run."
Kuzan looked away.
"The execution's decided," he said. "Seven days."
Garp's smile thinned.
"…So it's come to that."
Kuzan hesitated, then spoke low.
"Teach's planning more than this."
Garp's eyes sharpened.
"He's using you as bait," Kuzan continued. "Pudding. The Kuja Pirates. Moria. It's all connected."
The chains creaked as Garp leaned forward.
"…What did you just say?"
"You're not the end," Kuzan said quietly. "You're the trigger."
Shock flashed across Garp's face.
"…You damn fool," he whispered.
Kuzan turned away.
"I've already chosen my side."
Footsteps faded.
The chains remained.
Halfway Point
The sea darkened as the giants of Elbaph slowed.
"This is as far as we go," their leader said.
Luffy nodded.
"Thanks."
Lilith, Bonney, and Kuma were transferred carefully.
A Log Pose was handed over, needle spinning violently.
"Pirate Island," the giant said.
Luffy bowed deeply.
"I won't forget this."
The Sunny moved on alone.
Scars of Marineford
Silence filled the deck.
Everyone remembered.
They had all been absent.
And Luffy had paid the price.
"This time," Jinbe said quietly, "we stand."
Amazon Lily — The Call
"The Kuja Pirates were attacked," Nami said.
"…Hancock?" Luffy whispered.
The call connected.
"We're safe," Hancock said through tears. "Rayleigh is here."
"…Then be ready," Rayleigh added.
The Island Ahead
The Sunny docked at a ruined island.
"A woman… and a child!" Chopper cried.
Luffy knelt.
Chains.
Everywhere.
His fists shook.
The route was set.
The chains were tightening.
To be continued…