As Tono Yuji's relentless seed steadily advanced toward Paula's fertile egg, heralding a new chapter...
In a secluded room within the partially reconstructed Marineford HQ, a Marine Commodore stood face-to-face with a man draped in the apathetic aura of "Lazy Justice."
"Kuzan. Do you fucking know why I'm here? It's about my former subordinate," growled Smoker, smoke curling from his seething lips like a dragon's wrath.
The man slouched behind his desk, Admiral Aokiji — "Blue Pheasant" Kuzan — raised an eyebrow lazily. "Ohhh… that swordswoman of yours?"
"Tch. Yeah."
Smoker's jaw tightened. He'd stormed here after a furious call about Tashigi's sudden transfer. Of the three Admirals, Kuzan was the least insufferable, but today, even that wasn't saying much.
"Look, I get it. Losing your right hand during this chaos pisses you off," Kuzan drawled, scratching his stubble. "But drop it. Orders are orders."
"Bullshit!" Smoker slammed his fist on the desk. "You think I give a damn about paperwork? It's where they're sending her! That fucking monster—!"
"Yuji, huh?" Kuzan's gaze sharpened, a flicker of frost in his tone. "You really think you can stop Vice Admiral Yuji's whims? Even if we tried, the higher-ups would bend over backward to please him. Face it — he's untouchable."
Smoker hated Yuji. Not dislike — revulsion. The man was a depraved force clad in justice. He hoarded women like trophies, fucked civilians raw, and bathed in pirate blood like it was cologne.
His "heroics" were just excuses to sate his twisted appetites. And the Marines? They let him.
"Four years ago," Kuzan muttered, voice low, "I hit that bastard with a Haki-infused Ice Age. He was 14, Smoker. And he smiled as it shattered."
Yuji's power defied reason. Admiral Sakazuki's magma? Useless. Borsalino's lightspeed kicks? A joke.
The kid—no, the demon—had become the Marines' strongest weapon. And the World Government? They'd suck his dick to keep him loyal.
"Celestial Dragons adore him. The Five Elders let him run brothels under Marineford's nose. He's knocked up half the New World, and they still call him a hero." Smoker's teeth ground audibly.
"And we're just letting him turn Tashigi into another one of his toys?!"
Kuzan sighed. "He gets results. Without him, the last war would've drowned us in corpses. The higher-ups'll tolerate his… habits to keep that power. Hell, he's next in line for Admiral. So unless you can out-fuck him in strength and political clout…"
'Admiral Yuji Tono.' The title burned like acid in Smoker's throat. The man who turned captured pirate women into breeding stock, who slaughtered islands on a whim, who reshaped the Marines into his personal harem, and they rewarded him.
"Face it, Smoker," Kuzan said, rising.
"Your 'justice' can't touch him. Not when he's the World Government's favorite attack dog."
The commodore stormed out, fists clenched. Somewhere in the New World, Yuji's ship cut through a tempest, unfazed.
Later, aboard Yuji Tono's warship:
"Good work out there, Vice Admiral Yuji~!"
"Thanks, Borsalino-san. You too!"
After stocking up on food supplies at Fish-Man Island, Yuji's crew wasted no time setting sail into the New World.
As usual, the weather was complete shit. But their Navy battleship wasn't some rickety fishing boat, a storm or two wouldn't slow them down.
"So, what's the call?"
"You've heard, right~? Sakazuki and Kuzan got picked as candidates for the next Fleet Admiral."
"Of course. Sengoku just gave me the call."
"Well, turns out their big showdown's gonna go down real close to your current location—at Punk Hazard~"
"...So you're saying we better get the hell outta dodge?"
"That's the idea~"
The call came while Yuji was in his quarters, taking a rare breather while the crew handled the ship's course.
The voice on the line? The only Admiral still actively holding the fort—"Kizaru," aka Borsalino.
"Still, of all places… they picked that hellhole?"
"Well~ there aren't a lotta places under Navy control where two monsters like them can go all out…"
"Even so… couldn't they find somewhere better than a busted-ass chemical wasteland?"
"...You think I wanna go there~?"
"No shit—I sure as hell don't either."
What Borsalino brought up was the battle to determine the next Fleet Admiral, sparked by Sengoku's recent resignation.
Admirals "Akainu" and "Aokiji" had been named as the two top contenders. And soon, on the remote island of Punk Hazard, they'd settle things with fists, fire, and ice.
"Who do you think's gonna win?"
"Mmm~... Normally, I'd bet on Sakazuki. But this time… Kuzan seems dead serious too. What about you, Yuji?"
"I'm with you there. It's not just their Devil Fruits—their raw physical power's on another fucking level. Only monsters can throw down like that."
"Exactly~..."
Sakazuki's "Absolute Justice" clashed hard against Kuzan's "Lazy Justice." Verbal fights and occasional scuffles were normal, sure—but this? This was a deathmatch.
"No matter who wins, at least one of them's gonna be fucked up by the end of it."
"Right~... They're tough, but they know just how dangerous the other is. That makes it even worse."
"You, Sakazuki, Kuzan… everyone's crazy strong."
"You too, y'know~?"
"Nah. I'm not even close to the three of you."
"Hmmm~?"
When two of the strongest forces in the world collided, it was inevitable: someone was gonna get seriously wrecked. Hell, maybe both of them would need time off just to recover.
"...Either way, shit's about to get real busy."
"You're tellin' me~…"
For once, Borsalino let out a real, heavy sigh—not his usual fake-ass easygoing act.
And who could blame him? While those two monsters tore each other apart, the Navy's workload would fall entirely on his shoulders. Even when it was over, neither Sakazuki nor Kuzan would be in fighting shape.
He'd be stuck handling everything and answering to whoever ended up as the next Fleet Admiral.
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