Paulie was rendered utterly speechless, astonished by both the outcome and the sheer prowess that Gojo had displayed against a Cipher Pol agent. Having witnessed the formidable strength of the CP9 agents firsthand, particularly after seeing them demonstrate their devastating Devil Fruit abilities, Paulie was well aware of the threat they posed. And yet, this man—Satoru Gojo—had effortlessly defeated Kaku in a single, decisive blow.
What the hell is he? Is he really a rookie?
Paulie questioned himself, his vision growing increasingly hazy due to substantial blood loss, until he finally succumbed to unconsciousness.
Gojo was in his own realm—a state of emotional numbness where he couldn't feel anything, even after executing Rob Lucci—yet he remained eerily calm.
"Iceburg-san! We've got to hurry!" Jake swallowed, "he's in danger!"
"You don't have to worry about that, I'll go clean up the mess."
Gojo jammed his hands in a sync, his silhouette fading away in a slight second absconding the dust hovering mid-air.
"Jeez! He's gone!" Jake uttered in a low tone.
"Did he really kill that pigeon freak? I mean, I've never seen him in that state ever since he'd recruited me." Ryuken slid the blade home with a soft, decisive click, returning his katana to the scabbard in one fluid, practiced motion.
"Anyways, let's get Paulie-san to the nearest hospital or he'll die of blood loss."
"Good point. We'll leave the situation right now in the captain's hands. Our top priority is to save Paulie's life."
…
Gojo materialized in a desolate corridor, where the lights hummed with quiet diligence, their glow flickering faintly in sync with the rhythm of his measured stride. The resonance of his footsteps echoed through the narrow space, each step a deliberate proclamation of his presence.
The walls, meticulously constructed and seamlessly interlocked, bore the cold precision of architectural intent. As he advanced with unhurried composure, his fingers trailed lightly along the stone surface—an almost absent-minded gesture that belied the sharp awareness behind his obscured eyes.
Gojo heard a low moan from the nearest room ahead, realizing the mayor was in an obscure danger. With a single kick, the door flew away catching the attention of Kalifa and the gravely wounded Iceburg.
"Who the hell are you?" Kalifa bit her lips with clenched fist. "What business does the rookie have here?" Kalifa kicked Iceburg, extracting a mouthful of blood from his mouth.
"Iceburg-san, it's going to be alright. I've taken care of the other traitors." Gojo said calmly, not shifting his gaze from the wounded mayor lying on the floor.
Hearing this, Kalifa flared up into laughter before her rage took over. "What do you mean by that? Where are Lucci and Kaku?"
"Lucci? Oh, you mean that pigeon freak?" Gojo face-palmed, "I killed him. And for Kaku, I spared his life so he could go back and report to the government the rising rookie killed him."
Kalifa fell for Gojo's rage bait and charged blindly at him with her clenched fist. Gojo instantly side stepped, dodging her fist as he struck her hard with his fist, sending her crashing through the thick walls of Galley-La.
Smoke lingered through the air as Iceburg witnessed the scene unfold in a blur of motion. How'd he possibly done that with his bare fist to an agent of CP9?
Who really is this man? Rookie? You don't mean… a pirate?
Iceburg questioned himself in an instant before attempting to bring himself on his knees.
"You think too much, old man." Gojo erupted in laughter, finally amputating the weight on his shoulders despite not feeling an inch of guilt or what's about to fall on him and his crew afterwards.
"You… just saved me?" Iceburg uttered, coughing relentlessly.
"Hmm? What's that about? Is there a law that pirates aren't allowed to save someone in trouble?" Gojo smirked, giving himself a seat at Iceburg's desk.
Iceburg pulled himself together, "you just saved my life. Thank you very much."
"Huh? What's the big deal about it? I'm just playing my role since I'm bored."
"Bored? You might've gotten yourself killed."
Gojo laughed it off waving his hands. "Don't worry, I'll be the one to choose how I'll die when the time comes."
Iceberg shot him a glance, pivoting the room into a tension so sudden, so absolute, it seemed to freeze the air itself.. "What you said earlier about killing Rob Lucci, how true is that?"
The room became silent all of a sudden…
Gojo felt disgusted all of a sudden after the relentless questioning by the mayor of Water 7. "All of it is absolutely true."
"Oh my god!" Iceburg couldn't believe what he'd just heard from the victim. He knew Lucci, being an agent of the World Government, wouldn't be defeated so easily and if so, by a mere rookie from the east blue? That's ridiculous! "I'll say this. You're a dead meat. Killing a member of CP9 is going to shake the world to his core and you'll be hunted till you're dead."
"I've had enough of this, old man. Get your ass up and let's get you treated or you'll die of blood loss."
'Gojo Satoru, who the hell are you?' Iceburg was brought back to reality after Gojo picked him up by his shirt. "Wha–"
"I'll take you downstairs so stay still."
Gojo carried the wounded Iceburg downstairs whereas the shipwrights of Galley-La organised themselves to welcome the mayor.
"Who the hell are you?" One of the shipwrights got into his battle stance, ready to strike down Gojo if he'd claim to be part of the World Government.
"Here," Gojo tossed Iceburg into the air. "He needs instant medication or he'll die any time."
"Arigato!"
The shipwrights braced themselves and demonstrated their regards to the certain pirate that'd saved the life of their mayor. After all said and done, the shipwrights of Galley-La Company proceeded further and restrained the unconscious Kaku and Kalifa with seastones making them unable to use their devil fruit powers after regaining consciousness.
"Now, where the hell are Jake and Ryuken?" Gojo hummed to himself, utterly unconcerned, secure in the knowledge that his crewmates would be fine. "Let's get some food."
…
An obscure, birdlike figure sat ensconced in the darkness of a room, his malicious laughter echoing through the silence before suddenly erupting into a cacophony of cheers. "Gojo Satoru," he cackled once more, his voice dripping with sardonic reverence, "what a man you are."
Morgans, is a very tall human albatross hybrid with small eyes and large beak. His body is covered with white feathers, and he has a large tail and wings that resemble human arms. He wears a blue top hat with a large striped feather in it, a light blue button-down shirt with a yellow bow on top, red and white checkered pants, a dark cape, and shoes that fit his bird-like feet.
"I may be a mister, but I am first and foremost a journalist! I am a DJ of words, the one who occasionally spins lies to move the hearts of people!! I decide what gets published!!" Big news! Morgan erupted into raucous laughter as he scrutinized the wanted poster of the Blue-Eyed Pirates lying on his desk.
"Rob Lucci, who would've thought you'd get yourself killed by a mere rookie from East Blue?" He laughed, whereas he was about to shock the world once more with another big news.
He continued whispering to himself.
"Lucci, Kaku, Kalifa. Three agents of the Cipher Pol were defeated by Gojo? Oh, he's truly magnificent! Subarashii!!!!" Morgans spread his hands while getting excited by major events, looking forward to reporting them to the world, whereas he could manipulate even the World Governments by his reports displayed in the newspaper..
This trait is the reason for his epithet. In fact, whenever a big scoop would pop up, he would retain his calm and Co posture just to get it, despite the chaos and danger the opportunity presents.
As the president of the World Economy News Paper, Morgans takes utmost pride in his occupation as a journalist and does not tolerate being called otherwise. He is even willing to risk his life on occasion just to take pictures of a newsworthy event.
"Hmm?" Morgans massaged his temples as he began to make up the big news that will shook the world. "Awwwn, I could just imagine how the world will turn upside down making him the fifth emperor of the sea." He laughed at his own joke and realized that, regardless of whether what he wrote was the truth or falsehood, it would undoubtedly escalate the bounty on Gojo and brand him a notorious pirate—despite the fact that he had only been in the Grand Line for a few weeks.
Oh, this is truly big news!
Morgan and his disciples began forging the news into a newspaper article centered on the incident that had just transpired in Water 7—an event unfolding while the world was still reeling from the shocking reports of Impel Down's downfall, an upheaval instigated by the very same pirates.
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