The Strongest Lunarian in One Piece

Crash... Crash...

In the first half of the Grand Line, somewhere amidst the vast ocean...

The recently promoted Marine Headquarters Vice Admiral Sengoku the Buddha stood at the prow of a battleship, arms crossed, gazing solemnly at the undulating waves.

His eyes were deep and fixed on the horizon, lost in thought.

"Vice Admiral Sengoku, ever since she learned we're taking her to the Holy Land, that woman has attempted suicide seven times and hasn't eaten for five days straight..."

A Marine major stepped forward to report, his words hesitant.

"It doesn't matter. If she doesn't want to eat, let her starve. Just make sure she doesn't die!"

Sengoku's eyes flickered with a trace of emotion. His previously folded hands clenched into tight fists. Yet his resolve soon hardened as he bit down and spoke coldly:

"Our task is simply to deliver her alive and unharmed to the Holy Land, Mary Geoise!"

"Those damned Celestial Dragons!"

Rage simmered beneath his calm façade.

"One day, I, Sengoku the Buddha, will overturn this rotten world, correct this twisted sense of justice, and purge the darkness.

"But until I hold absolute power, I must endure. Even if it means compromising my principles and making unspeakable sacrifices, I will climb to the pinnacle of authority."

Sengoku had long understood the truth of the matter, including the real reasons behind Fleet Admiral William's cover-up. He was also painfully aware that someone like Tsuru—if not utterly disillusioned—would never have so resolutely joined the Fallen Angel Pirates. Her conviction remained steadfast, without the faintest attempt to explain or justify her actions.

"Just a pirate who deserves death..."

Staring ahead at the approaching island known as Enies Lobby, the "Never-Night Island," Sengoku clenched his fists tighter. His gaze was unwavering, almost obsessive.

He understood that Tsuru had completely lost faith in the Marines' concept of justice. But even a flawed system was better than chaos. Without order, the world would descend into madness—a true living hell.

Sengoku firmly believed that one day, he would utterly transform the Marines and restore justice.

As they drew closer, the three connected landmasses of Enies Lobby came into full view. Below, a bottomless chasm yawned wide, a spectacle as awe-inspiring as it was terrifying. In the distance, the colossal Gate of Justice loomed amidst misty skies, its massive structure bearing the faint emblem of the World Government.

"Vice Admiral Sengoku!"

But Sengoku had no intention of stopping at Enies Lobby. He strode toward the ship's mast, grabbed a connected receiver, and spoke into the microphone:

"This is Sengoku the Buddha, Marine ID number GXXXXXXX5. Open the Gate of Justice immediately!"

"Yes, Vice Admiral Sengoku!"

"Boom... Boom..."

A deep rumble resonated as the massive Gate of Justice slowly began to part.

"Vice Admiral Sengoku!"

Suddenly, a voice called out from the watchtower above.

"There's something on the sea!"

"What?"

Sengoku frowned.

"Wait... That's—"

"It's the Fallen Angel El!!"

"Gulp!"

The Marines on deck collectively tensed.

"Isn't he supposed to be in the New World?"

"Why is he here?!"

Both Sengoku and the others widened their eyes, pupils contracting sharply as they stared at the towering figure speeding across the sea. Shock and dread filled their faces.

"Damn it, this guy..."

Staring at the imposing figure, radiating an overwhelming aura like a primordial beast, Sengoku broke into a cold sweat. Clenching his fists tightly, he prepared for the worst.

"Report to Marine Headquarters immediately!"

"Yes, sir!"

The sudden appearance of the Fallen Angel El sent shockwaves through the fleet and Judicial Island. Marines aboard the battleships, stationed troops, and even the World Government agents were stunned. Their faces turned pale with panic and unease. Nerves were on edge as fear and anxiety filled the air.

"Swish!"

The towering figure descended onto a large battleship. Ignoring the trembling Marines who had raised their weapons but dared not fire, El surveyed the deck with amusement.

Looking down at Sengoku, he said with a smirk:

"Tsk, tsk... promoted to Vice Admiral already? Congratulations."

"Fallen Angel El, what are you doing here?"

Sengoku's face was filled with wariness as he glared at El. His entire body tensed, muscles taut like steel, ready for any sudden moves. His tone was cold and distrustful:

"Are you here to break the agreement with the World Government?"

Six months ago, this monstrous Lunarian pirate had burst onto the scene, wreaking havoc. He had inflicted catastrophic losses on the navy, killing Admiral 'Iron Claw' Hark and nearly taking down Admiral Kong. His most infamous act was secretly planting a massive stockpile of explosives and blowing up Marineford, the headquarters of the navy.

That attack resulted in countless deaths—Marine personnel and innocent family members stationed on the island. It was an act of unparalleled brutality. Even Tsuru, once destined for greatness as the 'Navy's Flower,' had been dragged into the abyss by the Fallen Angel Pirates.

Despite Sengoku's burning hatred for El, he couldn't deny the sheer power and terror the man represented. El was a living nightmare, a monster of incomprehensible strength. Facing him would require at least two admirals, and even then, victory was far from assured.

"I received a message from the Kuja Pirates." El pointed toward the ship's cabin, his tone laced with calm menace. "My friend was captured by your forces. Do me a favor and release them."

"What!?"

"You're dreaming!"

"Damn pirate!"

A chorus of outrage erupted from the Marines. Many stared at El with burning hatred, their eyes full of fury. The destruction of Marineford and the loss of loved ones made this confrontation deeply personal.

"Hum!"

El's ornate giant sword slammed into the deck with a heavy thud. Though it remained sheathed, the sheer pressure it exuded weighed heavily on everyone's hearts, leaving them pale and drenched in cold sweat.

El's smirk deepened as he glanced at Sengoku.

"I won't say the same thing three times."

"Damn it..."

Sengoku's expression shifted repeatedly. Before he could respond, a subordinate rushed to his side, whispering orders from Marine Headquarters. After listening, Sengoku's eyes narrowed and he clenched his fists. Though relieved not to escalate the situation, he felt a deep sting of humiliation.

"Damn it! Bring the prisoner out!"

He barked the order, his voice laced with frustration and bitterness.

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