Ryuya shifted his consciousness into his White Dove Ryuya persona. He sat in his cabin, using his abilities to create an illusion—a tiny ins
Ryuya shifted his consciousness into his White Dove Ryuya persona.
He sat in his cabin, using his abilities to create an illusion—a tiny insect.
He controlled this insect, guiding it towards Ace.
The insect's unusual appearance immediately caught Ace's attention.
He frowned, considering what this ability might be.
The insect reached Ace's ear and whispered, "Ace, this is Zero.
Don't worry. I'll get you out of here."
Ace was completely stunned.
He never expected his leader to possess such an ability, especially one so similar to White Dove Ryuya's.
Maintaining a calm expression, Ace nodded slightly.
"Understood, Leader. I trust you."
He lowered his head, aware of the surveillance Den Den Mushi monitoring his every move.
Ryuya, anticipating Ace's surprise, remained unfazed.
His goal was simply to reassure Ace.
Dismissing the illusion, Ryuya left the cabin and went to Garp's.
The usually stoic Marine hero sat despondently, seemingly lifeless.
Ryuya approached, producing a bottle of Makino's finest liquor. He offered it to Garp.
"Garp-san, a drink might help." The source of thɪs content is Novᴇ(l)Fɪre .ɴᴇt
Garp readily accepted, taking a large gulp. The rich flavor filled his mouth.
"Ah…" he sighed contentedly.
Watching Garp, Ryuya clasped his hands.
"Many hearts in this world are corrupted…"
Garp, sensing something was wrong, asked, "What are you planning?"
Ryuya waved his hand dismissively.
"Garp-san, don't overthink it.
I simply want to use my abilities to change the world, to bring about peace."
Ryuya left, leaving Garp stunned.
Garp recalled Ace's earlier words, noticing their similarity. Could it be…?
He dismissed the thought as impossible. Why would Ryuya reveal such a thing?
It must be a coincidence—Ryuya's personal ideal, coincidentally echoing the Dawn Birds' leader's words.
Garp felt slightly relieved, but the words lingered, planting a seed of doubt.
He wondered if it might be possible…
Garp left the cabin, going to the deck to watch Marineford approach, lost in thought.
Time jumped to Ace's execution.
The event was being broadcast across the Grand Line via Den Den Mushi.
Countless reporters and civilians watched, awestruck.
Sengoku, in his white justice robe, held a Den Den Mushi, a seagull perched oddly on his head.
His aura was different, heavy with authority, pressing down on Ace.
Ace, shackled with Seastone, felt powerless but remained calm.
He was led to the execution platform, looking down at the hundreds of thousands of Marine soldiers, his expression unwavering.
The broadcast showed him to the world.
"Look, Fire Fist Ace!"
"He's the Dawn Birds' battle commander and the Pirate King's son!"
As the world reacted, Sengoku approached Ace.
"Ace, state your father's name."
In the original story, Ace would have named Whitebeard.
But this Ace, free from his inner demons, smiled.
"My father? The Pirate King—Gol D. Roger!"
The crowd erupted. Sengoku smirked, surprised by the ease of obtaining the answer.
But Ace continued, "Oh, and you want to know where my father hid his treasure?"
His smile sent a chill down Sengoku's spine.
He hadn't expected this.
Roger's words had ignited the Great Pirate Era.
If Ace repeated them, Sengoku couldn't imagine the consequences.
He wouldn't allow it!
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