One Piece's Strongest Villain

Five days later, North Sea, Eggsy Sea

The air was thick with the acrid stench of gunpowder. Flames still licked at the shattered wreckage of a ship, sending black smoke curling into the sky. The debris scattered across the water was a silent testament to a battle that had ended not long ago.

Clearly, a pirate crew had met its demise.

"Lucky for me," Leon remarked, his voice carrying over the faint crackle of fire. In his hand, he held a Devil Fruit he'd plucked from the ruins. "It seems no pirate group is too small to have treasures worth stealing."

Since leaving Bright Island, Leon and Uchiha Madara had been sailing through the North Sea in a modest wooden boat. Five days of steady travel had brought them into conflict with a pirate crew that had foolishly crossed their path. The outcome was inevitable—Leon had crushed them without effort.

"Just three more Devil Fruits," Leon mused, placing his latest prize into the black chest at his side. He leaned back, a satisfied grin tugging at his lips.

Still, something nagged at him. The so-called villain reputation.

Despite having attacked a warship and killed Rear Admiral Simmons weeks ago, the Navy had no clear description of him. Leon had left no clues, no witnesses. For now, both he and Madara remained enigmas in the Navy's eyes—and that meant no bounty, no infamy.

"It seems staying in the North Sea won't do much to raise our profile," Leon said, scanning the endless horizon. "We'll need to head to the Grand Line soon. That's where the real challenges are."

With that, he tightened his grip on the tiller, steering the small boat toward a distant island. Its silhouette was just beginning to form against the horizon.

"Madara, let's stop there for a few days," Leon said, adjusting course. "We'll rest and stock up on supplies."

Meanwhile, aboard a Navy warship near the Eggsy Sea

A sleek vessel cut through the waves, the flag of justice snapping in the wind. On the deck stood Vice Admiral Ghost Spider, his expression as sharp and cold as the blades at his waist.

A colonel approached him, saluting before handing over a sealed document. "Vice Admiral, we've received anonymous intelligence."

"Anonymous, huh?" Ghost Spider frowned, tearing open the letter. His eyes scanned the contents, his frown deepening as he read.

"Leon… Uchiha Madara…" he muttered, the names seething with menace. "This could be the lead we've been waiting for."

The intelligence hinted that the two might be connected to Simmons' murder. It wasn't conclusive, but it was enough for Ghost Spider to act.

"Men!" he barked, his voice carrying across the deck. "Prepare to change course. Head for the Eggsy Sea immediately!"

"Yes, Vice Admiral!"

As the crew scrambled to execute his orders, Ghost Spider's lips curled into a grim smile. "If these two are the ones responsible, I'll make sure they answer to justice."

At the same time, in the Donquixote family's stronghold

In the dim light of his study, Doflamingo reclined in his chair, a glass of red wine balanced lazily in one hand. Across from him stood Trebol, who wrung his hands nervously.

"Young Master, are you sure this plan will work?" Trebol asked, wiping the ever-present snot from his face.

Doflamingo chuckled darkly, his signature laugh echoing through the room. "Fufufu… With Ghost Spider's obsession with eliminating evil, he'll jump at any lead we feed him."

The anonymous tip had been Doflamingo's doing—a calculated move to set the Navy on Leon and Madara. The humiliation of being blackmailed on Bright Island still burned in his chest, and this was his way of striking back.

"If they really are Simmons' murderers, they'll be caught in the Navy's net," Trebol said, his tone thick with malice.

Doflamingo raised his glass, the dim light glinting off his sunglasses. "We'll see soon enough," he said, swirling the wine lazily. "But I doubt they'll escape the Navy's justice."

Later, Groot Island, Eggsy Sea

Leon's small boat docked at the port, and he immediately set about restocking supplies. By the time he hauled the last crate aboard, his shirt was damp with sweat, and he let out a heavy sigh.

"Hah… finally done," he muttered, wiping his forehead.

Back in the cabin, Leon pulled out two wine glasses, offering one to Madara. "Drink?"

Madara didn't even glance at him. "I'm not interested."

Leon laughed, pouring himself a glass. "You could use a little romance in your life, you know." He leaned back, savoring the deep red wine.

But the moment of peace was short-lived. A distant sound caught his attention—the steady thrum of an approaching ship.

Leon's eyes narrowed. "A Navy flag?"

He set the glass down, his posture straightening as he peered out at the sea. Sure enough, the unmistakable emblem of the Marines flapped in the wind.

"So, they've found us," Leon muttered. His tone was calm, almost amused. He glanced at Madara, who stood unmoving at the other end of the cabin.

"Ban, looks like we've been exposed."

Madara's Sharingan flickered to life, the tomoe spinning in his crimson irises. His expression darkened, and the air around him seemed to crackle with suppressed power.

"Navy," he said, his voice low and full of disdain. "Is it them again?"

Leon chuckled, leaning against the doorframe. "If you're offering to handle this, I won't stop you."

Madara's lips curved into a faint smirk. "They don't stand a chance."

Leon raised his glass in a mock toast. "Well then, have fun. Let's show them what happens when they challenge us."

Madara stepped onto the deck, his presence radiating sheer dominance. The Navy ship continued its approach, oblivious to the storm they were sailing into.

What came next would be nothing short of a massacre.

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