-Broadcast-
Kozuki Momonosuke had no choice but to trust Little Oars Jr.'s guidance. He limped forward through the laboratory's depths, passing glass containers of every conceivable size—a grotesque museum of biodiversity reduced to specimens.
At such a young age, Momonosuke was learning what "biodiversity" truly meant. Every experimental subject in Caesar Clown's collection was disgusting, a testament to the scientist's complete abandonment of humanity. He was qualified as a beast in human form. Where had he acquired so many victims?
After walking approximately five hundred meters, the laboratory's architecture suddenly changed. The claustrophobic corridors opened into something vast—a chamber so enormous that Momonosuke couldn't see the far walls in the dim lighting.
Then he saw why the space needed to be so large.
"What... what is..."
Words failed him. Understanding failed him. His mind struggled to process the creature before him.
What came into view was indescribable. Even with its massive body curled into something resembling a fetal position, the creature measured at least hundreds of meters in length—larger than Little Oars Jr. had been in his prime. No wonder the laboratory space here was so expansive. It had been custom-built for this titan.
The monster's body was encased in solid ice—thick crystalline layers that should have preserved a corpse. But through the translucent prison, Momonosuke could see movement. Multiple hearts—at least four that he could identify—beat with slow, powerful rhythm. This thing wasn't dead. Wasn't even dormant in the normal sense.
It was waiting.
The powerful vitality shocked Kozuki Momonosuke to his core. What kind of organism could survive being frozen solid? What evolutionary advantages allowed consciousness to persist through conditions that would kill any normal creature?
Machinery surrounded the frozen titan—industrial refrigeration units constantly pumping freezing air, maintaining temperatures far below zero. Dozens of tubes as thick as Momonosuke's torso snaked into the creature's flesh, delivering coagulants and additional cooling agents. The entire apparatus was designed to keep this monster trapped in artificial hibernation, preventing it from ever waking fully.
Caesar Clown was studying it. Trying to understand it. Trying to replicate its impossible biology.
Momonosuke crept closer, drawn by horrified fascination. At the creature's base, partially buried in frost, stood a stone tablet with information etched into its surface.
He knelt, brushing away ice crystals, and began to read.
SPECIMEN #001
DESIGNATION: Godzilla
CLASSIFICATION: Unknown - Suspected Ancient Species (Extinct)
CAPTURE DATE: [REDACTED]
CAPTURE LOCATION: [REDACTED]
ANALYSIS: Subject contains bloodline factors from multiple documented races within its genetic structure. Preliminary examination reveals DNA sequences matching: Humans, Giants, Fish-Men, Merfolk, Longleg Tribe, Longarm Tribe, Tontatta Tribe, Mink Tribe, and several unidentified sequences that do not correspond to any known species.
How such complex genetic information could be synthesized into a single viable organism remains unknown. Current theories suggest either: (a) Natural evolution over millions of years (b) Artificial genetic engineering by unknown civilization (c) Spontaneous generation through unknown mechanism
BIOLOGICAL ANOMALIES:
Multiple redundant organ systems (minimum 4 hearts, 6 lungs, 3 digestive tracts)
Organs capable of autonomous energy generation violating thermodynamic laws
Adaptive evolution triggered by environmental stress
Theoretical infinite evolution potential
Healing factor that regenerates damaged tissue within hours
Consciousness level: UNKNOWN
DANGER LEVEL: CATASTROPHIC
CONTAINMENT PRIORITY: ABSOLUTE
NOTES: Subject must never be allowed to fully awaken. If containment fails, recommend immediate evacuation of all personnel within 50km radius. Conventional weapons ineffective. Devil Fruit users advised to maintain maximum distance.
Momonosuke's hands trembled as he finished reading. "Godzilla... that's what Caesar Clown named you..."
The introduction didn't reveal where the monster came from, which disappointed the boy. It was called an "ancient species"—perhaps its entire race had gone extinct. The infinitely evolving monster was truly terrifying. No wonder humans had come to dominate the seas despite being physically inferior. In terms of raw evolutionary potential, humans were nothing compared to this creature. Perhaps not even worthy of being called ants in comparison.
"Are you my way out of here?" Momonosuke whispered, reaching out to touch the frozen surface.
The moment his hand made contact, something shifted.
One eye opened.
Momonosuke's breath caught in his throat. The eye was enormous—easily twice the size of his entire body—and completely devoid of human emotion. No rage at imprisonment. No curiosity about the small creature touching it. No recognition of anything beyond pure, alien awareness.
It was a look of absolute indifference. All beings were equal before this monster because all beings were equally insignificant. Perhaps the creature hadn't yet evolved true intelligence. Perhaps it was still developing, a premature infant of its kind. Or perhaps it simply viewed humans the way humans viewed bacteria—too small to matter.
The eye closed again. Consciousness retreated back into whatever passed for this creature's dreams.
Momonosuke pulled his hand back, heart racing. "If I wake you up... if I set you free... will you destroy everything? Will you make them pay?"
No response. Just the slow, steady beat of multiple hearts.
A plan crystallized in Momonosuke's mind—desperate, dangerous, probably suicidal. But he was out of options.
He turned and ran back the way he'd come.
Little Oars Jr.'s massive eyes focused on Momonosuke as the boy returned, face flushed with exertion and excitement.
"Little Oars!" Momonosuke's voice carried hope for the first time in what felt like years. "I saw the monster! If we wake it up, it'll destroy this whole laboratory! We can escape in the chaos! I'll get you out—I'll find a way to give you a new body! You'll—"
"Momo... no..." Little Oars interrupted, his voice wet and labored. "You... go... I... want... free... dom... I... want... to... die..."
The words hit Momonosuke like physical blows. "What? No! You can't—"
"Please..." Tears of blood began leaking from Little Oars Jr.'s eyes—actual blood mixed with whatever preservative solution filled the container. The sight was horrific, wrong on every conceivable level. "Help... me... free me... please... I... want... to... die..."
[Little Oars was determined to die. The painful state of being unable to live or die was something even a gentle giant couldn't accept. He repeated the plea over and over, each word costing tremendous effort: "Free me... please... free me... I want to die... die..."]
Momonosuke pounded his small fists against the glass container, tears streaming down his face. "I can't! I won't! You're the only one left from the Whitebeard Pirates! If you die, they're completely gone! I can't let that happen!"
But Little Oars Jr. kept repeating the plea. Kept bleeding from his eyes. Kept begging for the mercy of death.
The anger in Kozuki Momonosuke's chest reached its peak. He hated the world for its injustice. Hated himself for his powerlessness. Hated that he couldn't save anyone, couldn't protect anything. The most negative emotions humanity could produce gathered in his small body, and under their influence, the boy felt heat building in his throat.
Small sparks leaked from the corners of his mouth. Wisps of blue flame escaped with his breath.
Oh. The dragon fruit grants fire...
He'd discovered it by accident—a weapon born from rage and grief.
Momonosuke looked up at Little Oars Jr.'s suffering face. At the blood-tears. At the silent plea in those massive eyes.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I'm so sorry. But if this is what you want... if this is the only peace I can give you..."
"Little Oars... have a sweet dream."
Momonosuke opened his mouth wide and stopped controlling the heat. Azure flame erupted from his throat—a concentrated stream of fire that burned far hotter than natural flame, colored the blue of dragon's breath.
The tears of blood in Little Oars Jr.'s eyes stopped flowing. When he saw the rolling heat wave approaching, an expression of profound relief appeared on his face. At the moment of his imminent death, the giant harbored no blame toward Fire Fist Ace. Only gratitude.
"Thank... you..." Little Oars whispered.
The specialized glass container couldn't withstand dragon fire. It held for perhaps one second before the heat overwhelmed its structural integrity. Then the flames engulfed Little Oars Jr.'s severed head completely.
He burned fast. The flames consumed flesh, bone, preservative fluid—everything. Within moments, nothing remained except ash settling slowly to the laboratory floor.
The last member of the Whitebeard Pirates was free.
Kozuki Momonosuke collapsed to his knees, sobs wracking his small body. Tears blurred his vision as he stared at the empty space where his friend's head had floated moments before.
"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."
But grief quickly transformed into fury. The blue flames kept coming—pouring from his mouth in waves, spreading across the laboratory's second level. He turned his fire on the other containers, the other specimens. All those people preserved in chemical solutions, unable to die, trapped in Caesar's collection forever.
"I'll free all of you!" Momonosuke screamed through the flames. "I'll burn this whole place down! You'll all have peace!"
The inferno spread rapidly. Glass shattered under thermal stress. Preservative fluids ignited. Smoke billowed toward the ceiling.
One minute later, the fire suppression system activated. Sprinklers engaged, dumping thousands of gallons of water from overhead pipes. Steam hissed as water met flame.
Somewhere distant, alarms blared. Experimenters evacuated their stations. A professional firefighting team mobilized toward the source of the blaze.
Momonosuke turned and ran toward Godzilla's chamber, ignoring the chaos behind him. His agreement with Trafalgar Law was forgotten—nothing mattered except escape and revenge.
He covered his mouth and nose with one hand, protecting himself from smoke as he sprinted back to the frozen titan. His throat felt raw, inflamed from producing dragon fire for the first time. The blue flames had placed considerable strain on his young body.
Momonosuke approached Godzilla carefully, reaching out to stroke the creature's icy surface. His voice was small, childish, asking a god for mercy.
"I'm going to free you now. But please... please don't eat me. We're on the same side. I'm the good guy. Everyone else here—all the other humans—they're the bad guys. They're the ones who hurt you. Not me."
The creature's one visible eye opened again, fixing on the small figure babbling at it.
Even Caesar Clown wasn't certain whether Godzilla could truly understand human speech. The creature's intelligence level remained a complete mystery. It might possess god-like awareness. It might be barely sentient. Or it might be something so alien that human concepts of consciousness didn't apply.
Momonosuke swallowed hard, then began searching for the refrigeration controls. Massive industrial machines surrounded the monster, all connected to a central control panel covered in switches and warning labels.
He found the emergency shutdown—a large red lever protected by a clear safety cover. Bold text warned:
EMERGENCY CONTAINMENT RELEASE
AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY
ACTIVATION MAY RESULT IN FACILITY DESTRUCTION
MINIMUM SAFE DISTANCE: 50 KILOMETERS
"That's... probably exactly what I want," Momonosuke muttered.
He broke the safety cover with a rock and grabbed the lever with both small hands.
"Please don't kill me. Please don't kill me. Please don't kill me..."
He pulled.
The refrigeration units powered down with descending whines. The flow of coolant stopped. The tubes pumping coagulants withdrew from Godzilla's flesh with wet, sucking sounds.
For several seconds, nothing happened.
Then the ice began to crack.
Small fractures at first—hairline splits spreading across the crystalline surface. Then larger breaks. Chunks of ice fell away, crashing to the laboratory floor with sounds like breaking glass.
Godzilla's second eye opened.
Both eyes now focused on Kozuki Momonosuke with terrible intensity.
The creature's mouth opened slightly, revealing teeth the size of swords. A low rumble emerged from deep within its throat—not quite a growl, not quite a roar. Just sound. Just power made audible.
Momonosuke stood frozen, suddenly realizing the magnitude of what he'd done.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Writing takes time, coffee, and a lot of love.If you'd like to support my work, join me at [email protected]/GoldenGaruda
You'll get early access to over 50 chapters, selection on new series, and the satisfaction of knowing your support directly fuels more stories.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~