A towering giant, standing over twenty meters tall, rode atop a colossal ground dragon nearly seventy meters long. He advanced with measured steps, his massive form casting a long shadow over the snow-dusted plains of Elbaf. Behind him trailed two elite squads of giant warriors—ten in each formation.
Though few in number, their presence radiated pressure. Each wore finely crafted armor and wielded weapons of unparalleled quality. With only twenty soldiers, they had enough firepower to raze the Giant Soldier Village if they wished.
But this wasn't a war march—at least, not yet.
Their mission was simple: retrieve Dorry, Brogy, and Elder Jarul for questioning back at Titan King City. The rest of the villagers would be left unharmed. Giants rarely killed one another. Even when blood was spilled in martial competitions, it was accidental, never intentional.
After all, Elbaf had spent over 800 years struggling to sustain a population that still hovered around tens of thousands. Executions were reserved only for the gravest of crimes.
Suddenly, two scouts—shorter giants at around eighteen meters—rushed forward, faces grim.
"General Chital!" one barked. "Urgent report! The Giant Soldier Village has been completely transformed… it's a city now! Stone walls, outer defenses, unknown fortifications—it's no longer a village!"
"A city?" Chital frowned, eyes narrowing. "Where would they get the time and resources to build a city? Unless..."
A cold realization struck him.
"They've joined forces with outsiders."
He gritted his teeth. There was no other explanation. The Giant Soldier Village couldn't possibly achieve such scale alone—not without external support.
"Speed up!" he commanded, voice thunderous. "If the Giant Soldier Village has allied with pirates or the Navy… I'll crush them myself!"
As their column approached the newly named Giant Soldier City, even the battle-hardened Chital paused in awe.
The stone walls were smooth and reinforced with materials foreign to Elbaf—cement and steel from the outside world. The city's layout was neat, organized, and efficient. Buildings were fully constructed, not cobbled together like in Titan King City.
Though smaller in scale than the royal capital, it had a regal air—a sense of purpose and modernity. In some ways, it looked more like a proper capital than Titan King City itself.
Currently, Titan King City housed fewer than 8,000 giants.
But this city?
It could easily support 5,000 residents. Yet, he knew only 300 or 400 giants lived here now. That kind of infrastructure meant only one thing: expansion.
Chital's breathing grew heavy. A thought struck him—a dangerous, tempting thought.
If I take this city and declare it the second capital… and install myself as its ruler, I could become an uncrowned king.
Chital's ambitions had long been shackled by King Odin, the current ruler of Elbaf. Odin's power was overwhelming, and at less than 200 years old, he had decades—if not centuries—left to reign.
Chital knew he couldn't overthrow him. But here… in this new, distant city? With enough giants under his command?
He could carve out his own kingdom.
He clenched his fists. If only I had brought more soldiers...
Originally, this mission was a routine retrieval operation. How had it become a turning point in Elbaf's history?
"Hey! You up there—are you from Titan King City?" a loud voice called from behind the walls.
Chital blinked and looked up. A young giant in gleaming alloy armor stood atop the battlements—Rocky.
Chital raised a brow. That armor… better than mine. And this guy's just a gatekeeper?
"That's right!" Chital boomed. "I am General Chital, the strongest warrior under King Odin! I'm here to bring back Dorry, Brogy, and Jarul. Who are you? Open the gates immediately!"
"Elder Jarul has returned to the arms of the War God," Rocky replied bluntly. "As for Dorry and Brogy—they're leading our people in rebuilding their homeland. They won't be going anywhere."
Chital's face darkened.
"You dare disobey a royal decree?" he roared. "Open this gate now and hand them over, or I'll bring this city down myself!"
Rocky didn't budge. "This is no longer just a village under your command. This is Giant Soldier City."
Chital's rage boiled over. He reached for his axe, prepared to show these upstarts the might of Titan King City. Is this village rebelling? Have they truly allied with pirates?!
A new voice echoed through the air, calm and smooth, but brimming with authority.
"Yohohoho~ General Chital, was it? My, what an honor to meet Elbaf's strongest general."
Brook stepped forward from behind Rocky, cape fluttering, Seven Star Sword at his side. He gave a courteous bow.
"My name is Brook. I'm the sponsor of Giant Soldier City and its current overseer."
The moment the giants saw Brook, alarm rippled through their formation. Weapons were drawn. Tension flared.
The Giant Kingdom had always forbidden outsiders from settling on Elbaf soil. Not even the World Government had that right—much less pirates.
A human standing atop Elbaf's sacred land?
This was a serious threat.
"You!" Chital snarled. "You're a human pirate! This land belongs to Elbaf! Leave immediately before I drive you out myself!"
He clenched his giant axe tightly. Beneath its intricate runes and carvings, Brook could see the faint shimmer of Gungnir Sacred Steel—the divine metal he'd been seeking.
Brook's eyes lit up.
That axe… it's infused with Gungnir. A true weapon of the gods.
He leaned toward Whitebeard, who had approached silently from behind.
"Newgate, didn't you say you wanted a new naginata?" Brook whispered. "That axe would be perfect. If we melt it down, the Gungnir inside could create a divine blade strong enough to fully unleash your Tremor-Tremor Fruit. Maybe even enough left over to upgrade the weapons of our whole core team."
Whitebeard's gaze locked onto the axe. He let out a low chuckle. "Heh. Now that's a worthy prize."
Brook turned back to Chital, smiling politely.
"I'm afraid I won't be leaving," he said calmly. "In fact, I was just about to offer you a tour of our lovely city."
Chital's entire body tensed. The ground around him cracked from the force of his Haki. This wasn't just posturing anymore.
This was the edge of war.
Brook, however, remained composed.
So this is Chital... Stronger than the Martial Monk Scorpion Dragon. His aura alone could stand toe-to-toe with my Four Great Fighters.
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Boom!
General Chital leapt from the back of his enormous ground dragon. The impact of his landing sent tremors through the earth as his long-handled great axe slammed into the ground, creating a spiderweb of cracks. The blade gleamed coldly under the Elbaf sun.
"Humans! Elbaf will never allow foreign invaders to trample its sacred soil!" Chital roared.
His shout was a signal.
Twenty elite giants and two scouts raised their weapons—swords, spears, axes—moving into formation, their disciplined steps thundering across the ground as they advanced toward Giant Soldier City.
There were no cowards among Elbaf's warriors. During the great Battle of Marineford, even giant vice admirals led the charge against Whitebeard, meeting their end with pride. Their bravery was etched into the pages of history.
Brook, watching from atop the city walls, kept his smile.
"General Chital," he called out, "I came here to offer cooperation. But since you're so fired up… I suppose it's only fair to let one of my men cool you down a bit."
With a flick of his hand, Brook gestured below.
"Newgate—go greet the general."
After all, in this world, strength spoke louder than words. Before any negotiation, one had to prove they deserved a seat at the table. The weak begged; the strong dictated.
"Gurararara~ Then let me test the might of Elbaf's strongest!" Whitebeard Newgate bellowed as he dropped from the wall, creating a crater with his landing. His alloy naginata struck the ground with a loud crack, seismic shockwaves radiating from beneath his feet.
A naked challenge.
Even Chital blinked in surprise. This man wasn't a giant—he was barely a third of Chital's size—but the sheer force of his aura forced even the elite giants to take a step back.
Chital, standing at 22.22 meters, towered over Newgate's 6.66-meter frame. The visual disparity was comical—like a bear squaring up with a wolf pup. But the pressure radiating from Newgate was anything but small.
This… is no ordinary pirate.
"Who are you?" Chital demanded, clutching his weapon.
"I am Edward Newgate," came the thunderous reply, "one of the Four Pillars of the Hell Pirates—Overlords of the New World!"
Fighting spirit surged in Newgate's eyes as he looked at Chital's axe—its sharp edge humming with the unmistakable presence of Gungnir Sacred Steel. Finally, a worthy prize.
Even his current alloy naginata, forged by Vegapunk himself, had begun to falter under the power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit. Whitebeard had long sought a weapon capable of handling the violent surges of his strength—and this divine axe might just be it.
Brook had been searching for the strongest materials across the world. He'd contacted organizations like the Moore Thomas family, even considered looting Wano's sacred swords—Ame-no-Habakiri, Enma, Wado Ichimonji, and the Black Blade Shusui—to melt them into a new naginata.
Newgate had nearly fallen off his chair when Brook casually proposed that idea. Melting down four legendary swords for one naginata?
And yet, Brook was serious.
Newgate had even visited Wano once and met Shimotsuki Kozaburo, a master smith who forged both Enma and Wado Ichimonji. The man's toddler son, Koshiro, showed promise as well—but he was too young to consider for now.
Brook had also investigated Kozuki Sukiyaki, secretly forging under the alias Tenguyama Hitetsu—another genius blacksmith.
With so many potential smiths in play, all Newgate needed now was divine metal.
And here it was—glinting in Chital's hands.
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"The Overlord Pirates… the Hell Pirates…" Chital muttered. "So it's true. The rumors about your rise in the New World… they were not exaggerated."
His expression hardened.
He hadn't expected the Hell Pirates to move so fast—already extending their claws into Elbaf, quietly establishing a foothold on sacred ground.
This is serious, Chital thought grimly. This is no longer a retrieval mission. I'll need King Odin's direct intervention to repel them…
How many had they brought? Was it just this warrior, or the entire crew?
He looked up toward the walls of the city—toward Brook, who stood tall and composed, exuding command over the battlefield. Could that be the infamous captain himself?
If he can command someone like this Whitebeard… then this is no mere merchant.
Chital's face darkened.
"You… Hell Pirates. Are you declaring war on Elbaf?!"
His voice echoed across the plains.
Brook didn't flinch. "War? No, no. I came with good intentions."
He spoke with a smile, but his tone held steel.
"I built this city to promote trade with Elbaf. I intend to monopolize Adam Wood and Gungnir Sacred Steel commerce. And yes—I'd like to recruit some of your finest warriors to join us as mercenaries and security personnel."
Simple, honest, and terrifying in ambition.
Chital's blood boiled. "You built a city on our land—without permission! That's not cooperation. That's conquest!"
"Elbaf's borders are sacred! Even the World Government treads lightly here. And you… you think you can stroll in and claim a piece for yourself?!"
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