One Piece: Waves of Destiny

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The next second, Vice Admiral Doberman massive frame was suddenly marred by a series of spring-shaped wounds. Blood sprayed from the injuries, nerves and ligaments severed in the blink of an eye. His arm was rendered completely useless.

Doberman thunderous screams filled the air, reverberating across the training grounds.

"It hurts!"

"My hand! My hand!"

"You disabled my hand! Was that intentional?!"

Kizaru stepped forward immediately, glaring at Stella.

"What are you trying to do?! Are you trying to kill your own comrades?" he demanded sharply.

Roja walked up calmly, his imposing aura clashing with Kizaru's. Their combined presence seemed to press down on everyone nearby.

"The reason Stella did this is simple—it was on my orders," Roja said, his tone resolute.

Sengoku, watching the scene unfold, frowned deeply. "Roja, what do you mean by this? I can't ignore such reckless behavior!"

Roja turned to Sengoku with a faint smile. "Fleet Admiral, have you forgotten my medical expertise? The injuries are only nerve and ligament damage. They're severe, but not beyond my ability to heal. Doberman will be fine."

Doberman, clutching his disabled arm, suddenly froze under Roja's piercing gaze. The aura radiating from Roja felt like that of a beast ready to strike. His instincts took over, and he quickly stammered, "Y-Yes, Admiral Roja! As long as you can heal me, it doesn't matter!"

Sengoku hesitated. He knew Roja's medical prowess could indeed repair the damage, making the competition "fair." He let out a sigh and nodded reluctantly.

With a simple wave of his hand, Roja summoned a spectral aura, his medical expertise on full display. Within moments, he stopped Doberman's bleeding and skillfully repaired his arm through an advanced surgical technique that left everyone in awe

Murmurs spread through the Marine ford

"My God, his medical skills are incredible!"

"I heard Admiral Roja's medical expertise surpasses even the Navy's top doctors!"

"This is practically the magic of immortality!"

"If we could join Admiral Roja's camp, injuries wouldn't even be a concern!"

Sengoku listened to the whispers and felt an uneasy realization dawning on him.

Roja… was this all part of your plan?

By showcasing his unparalleled medical skills, Roja was building his influence. More marines would be drawn to his camp, strengthening his faction within the Navy and potentially tipping the balance of power at Marineford.

Garp, noticing Sengoku's grim expression, nudged him with a laugh. "Oi, Sengoku, let's not overthink this. Announce the next match already."

Sengoku snapped out of his thoughts and shifted his attention back to the training ground. Doberman had stepped off the field, his arm newly healed, while Stella remained motionless, exuding an air of icy calm.

The gathered soldiers now regarded Stella with newfound respect and fear. She was no longer just a maid but a fearsome force cloaked in mystery and power.

"The second match begins now!" Sengoku declared. "Admiral Kizaru, send in your second competitor."

Kizaru scratched his head, showing an uncharacteristic expression of hesitation. He glanced at Stella, then whispered to his subordinate. "This maid is no pushover. It seems we underestimated Roja's team. Looks like we'll need you for this round. Originally, I planned for you to be the finale, but we can't afford to hold back."

A laid-back voice responded, "No problem, Admiral Kizaru, as long as you honor our agreement."

From the Doved, a man stepped forward. With a cigarette hanging lazily from his lips, he wore a rustic outfit of straw-yellow hues and wooden clogs. His hands remained in his pockets as he strolled toward the field.

The moment his figure became clear, gasps rippled through the audience.

"It's him! Vice Admiral Tokikake!'"

"The Tokikake?! Isn't he the backup for admiral candidates?"

"That's the guy who confessed to Vice Admiral Gion a hundred times and got rejected every time!"

"This maid is in serious trouble now. The Tokikake is no joke."

Roja, observing from the sidelines, spoke gently to Stella. "Step back, Stella. You're not ready to face someone of his caliber."

But Stella turned to Roja, her expression unwavering. "Master, I want to try."

Her soft yet determined voice sent shivers through the surrounding soldiers.

Roja's gaze softened, and he nodded. "If that's your choice, then fight boldly. I'll always be here to support you."

Reassured, Stella turned back to face Tokikake.

"Are you ready?" Tokikake asked nonchalantly, not waiting for an answer before rushing forward.

His sudden move shocked the crowd.

"Wait, isn't he supposed to wait for her to confirm?!"

"That's so underhanded!"

"Tokikake really lives up to his reputation for shamelessness!"

Stella, unfazed by the abrupt attack, shifted into her "Rakshasa Form" once more. Her limbs became razor-sharp blades, coated with the darkened hue of Armament Haki. The aura of Observation Haki sharpened her reflexes.

With a whisper, she activated her technique: "Blood Song."

In an instant, Stella launched herself like a whirlwind toward Tokikake.

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