Whole Cake Island — Rear Coast
The wind howled softly across the shore.
Sugar dust danced in the air.
And at the center of it—
Two forces stood facing each other.
On one side—
Charlotte Smoothie.
Charlotte Cracker.
Charlotte Snack.
Three of Big Mom's strongest commanders.
On the other—
Figarland Shamrock.
Gunko.
Sommers.
Holy Knights of the Holy Land.
Silence lingered for only a moment.
Then—
Cracker stepped forward, sword resting lazily on his shoulder, grin wide and mocking.
"Well, this is new."
His eyes scanned them.
"Don't recognize your faces."
Snack cracked his neck, gaze cold.
"…Intruders."
Smoothie said nothing.
But her presence alone pressed down on the battlefield.
Shamrock met their gaze calmly.
Unbothered.
"We are not here for you."
His voice was even.
Controlled.
Cracker snorted.
"Yeah? Then you took a wrong turn."
A pause.
"This is Big Mom's territory."
Shamrock's eyes didn't shift.
"We are aware."
A beat.
"Which is why I'll keep this simple."
The air grew heavier.
"Hand over the Marine you've captured."
Silence followed.
Then—
Cracker blinked.
"…Huh?"
Snack frowned.
"…Marine?"
Smoothie's eyes narrowed slightly.
Then—
Recognition.
"…Tenjin."
Cracker burst out laughing.
"HAHAHAHA!!"
He pointed his sword toward Shamrock.
"You sailed all the way into Totto Land…"
A grin stretched across his face.
"For that brat?"
Snack scoffed.
"…Pathetic."
Gunko stepped forward.
Her posture straight.
Chin raised.
Eyes filled with cold disdain.
"Mind your tone."
Her voice carried that same arrogance—
That same suffocating superiority.
"You are speaking to Holy Knights of the Holy Land."
A pause.
Her gaze sharpened.
"It would be in your best interest…"
She tilted her head slightly.
"…to comply."
The air shifted.
Cracker's grin slowly widened.
"…Oh?"
He leaned forward slightly.
"You hear that?"
He glanced at Snack.
"They think they're important."
Snack's expression didn't change.
"…They're delusional."
Smoothie remained silent.
But her hand shifted slightly on her weapon.
Gunko's eyes narrowed further.
"…Insects."
Sommers, standing beside her, let out a small chuckle.
"This is going nowhere."
Shamrock exhaled quietly.
"…As expected."
A pause.
Then—
He moved.
No warning.
No signal.
One step—
And he vanished.
Cracker's grin dropped instantly.
"—?!"
Too fast.
Even for them.
Shamrock reappeared directly in front of them, hand already moving—
But—
CRACK.
The world warped.
A mirror.
Appeared.
Right between them.
"Eh?!"
Before Shamrock's attack could land—
A figure popped out.
Charlotte Brûlée.
Her laughter echoed sharply.
"Fufufufu~!"
Her hand shot forward—
Grabbing Shamrock—
And in the next instant—
SHATTER.
They vanished.
Pulled into the mirror world.
Gone.
Completely.
Silence.
"…What?"
Sommers blinked.
Gunko's eyes widened—
Just slightly.
"…Where did—"
That moment.
That single second of confusion—
Was all it took.
Smoothie moved.
Like a blade.
Her weapon swung in a clean, fluid arc.
Snack followed.
Two attacks—
Perfectly timed.
SHING.
SLASH.
Gunko—
Split clean in half.
Sommers—
Cut straight through.
Their bodies separated.
Falling apart.
Blood—
Didn't even have time to spill.
Silence.
Cracker blinked.
"…Huh."
Snack lowered his arm.
"…That was easy."
Smoothie stared.
Unmoving.
Something—
Felt off.
Cracker scratched his head.
"…That's it?"
A pause.
Then—
He laughed.
"HAHA! What kind of 'Holy Knights' are these?!"
Snack scoffed.
"…Weak."
Smoothie didn't laugh.
Her eyes remained fixed.
On the bodies.
Something—
Was wrong.
Then—
Movement.
A twitch.
Cracker's laughter stopped.
"…Oi."
The split halves—
Shifted.
Twisted.
Reconnecting.
Flesh.
Bone.
Reforming.
Like nothing had happened.
Cracker's grin froze.
"…What the hell?"
Snack's eyes narrowed.
"…Regeneration?"
Gunko's body sealed itself completely.
Seamless.
Perfect.
Not a single mark left behind.
Her expression—
Unchanged, cold.
Untouched.
Sommers' body followed.
Reforming with a soft, almost unnatural motion.
He rolled his shoulders.
As if stretching.
"…Ahhh."
A sigh of relief.
Then—
A smile.
Wide.
Excited.
"Well…"
He cracked his neck.
"That was rude."
Cracker's expression hardened.
"…The hell are you?"
Sommers looked at him.
Grinning.
"I don't like sneak attacks."
A pause.
His eyes gleamed.
"But I'll let it slide."
Gunko stepped forward again.
Completely unfazed.
"You've made your choice."
Her voice was cold.
Final.
Smoothie adjusted her stance.
"…So have you."
The air thickened.
Pressure rising.
The air had changed.
What was once mockery…
Had turned into tension.
Gunko stood tall, her body fully restored, not a single trace of damage left behind. Her eyes cold, superior, looked down on the three Sweet Commanders as if they were beneath her existence.
"…You insects never learn."
Her voice dripped with disdain.
Then—
Her gaze sharpened.
"Where is Commander Shamrock?"
Silence.
The wind brushed past them.
Smoothie stepped forward slightly, her expression calm but firm.
"We are under no obligation to answer you."
Gunko's eyes narrowed.
"…I see."
Before the tension could rise further—
Cracker spoke.
"Oh, that guy?"
Smoothie's head snapped toward him.
"Cracker—!"
But he didn't stop.
"He got sent to the Mirror World."
A grin stretched across his face.
"That weird place Brûlée uses."
Smoothie's expression hardened.
"…Why would you tell them that?"
Cracker shrugged, completely unconcerned.
"What? It's not like they can do anything about it."
He tapped his sword lightly against his shoulder.
"Once you're in there, you're stuck unless Brûlée lets you out."
Snack nodded.
"…A sealed space."
He glanced at Gunko and Sommers.
"You're strange."
A pause.
"You regenerate."
His stance shifted slightly.
"But…"
His eyes sharpened.
"You're still weak."
Cracker grinned wider.
"Yeah."
He pointed his sword forward.
"We just have to hit you harder."
Smoothie said nothing.
But her presence—
Spoke volumes.
Gunko stared at them.
Unmoved.
Unimpressed.
"…Pathetic."
Sommers cracked his neck beside her, smiling.
"This is getting fun."
The air thickened again.
The battlefield—
Ready to erupt.
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Mirror World
Silence.
Endless.
Distorted.
A world made entirely of reflections.
Mirrors stretched infinitely in every direction. Walls, floor, ceiling, each one reflecting countless versions of the same space.
At the center of it—
Shamrock stood.
Still.
Observing.
"…So this is where I was sent."
His voice echoed faintly.
But even the echo felt… wrong.
Distorted.
He took a step forward.
Then another.
His reflection followed him from every angle.
Dozens.
Hundreds.
He turned slightly.
Every direction—
The same.
No exit.
No variation.
"…A separate dimension."
He walked further.
Minutes passed.
Nothing changed.
No matter how far he moved—
The mirrors remained.
Identical.
Unending.
"…A closed space."
He stopped.
Thinking.
'If this is a Devil Fruit ability…'
His eyes narrowed slightly.
'Then there must be a user.'
Right then—
A ripple.
One of the mirrors distorted.
Then—
CRACK.
A figure stepped out.
Charlotte Brûlée.
"Fufufufu~!"
Her laughter echoed strangely in the mirrored world.
"Well, well~!"
She placed a hand on her cheek, grinning.
"Lost already?"
Shamrock turned his head slightly.
Calm.
Unbothered.
"You're the one who brought me here."
Brûlée smirked.
"Of course~!"
She spread her arms slightly.
"Welcome to my world!"
Her tone was mocking.
Playful.
"Once you're inside here…"
A pause.
Her grin widened.
"…you can't escape."
Shamrock said nothing.
Just watched.
Brûlée walked casually, tapping one of the mirrors beside her.
"This is the power of the Mira Mira no Mi."
She gestured around proudly.
"A mirror dimension that connects to all mirrors in the real world."
A pause.
She leaned in slightly.
"I can move freely through any mirror…"
Her finger tapped the surface.
"…but you?"
She smiled.
"You're trapped."
Silence.
Then—
A chuckle.
"Fufufu… you should see your face."
She turned slightly.
"I can just leave whenever I want, you know?"
A mirror beside her shimmered.
"As long as I step through—"
Shamrock spoke.
Calm.
"So all I need to do…"
A pause.
"…is catch you."
Brûlée blinked.
"…Huh?"
Then she laughed.
"Fufufufu—!"
"Exactly!"
She pointed at him.
"But you can't—"
She didn't finish.
Because—
He was gone.
Her eyes widened.
"…Eh?"
Then—
A hand.
Grabbed her face.
THUD.
She was slammed into the mirror behind her.
Cracks spread instantly.
Her eyes shook.
Wide.
Unbelieving.
"…Huh?!"
Shamrock stood there.
One hand gripping her firmly.
His expression—
Unchanged.
Cold.
"…Too slow."
Brûlée's mind froze.
'W-What—?!'
'When did he—?!'
Her body trembled slightly.
Shock flooding her face.
She hadn't even seen him move.
Not even a trace.
Shamrock's grip tightened slightly.
His eyes locked onto hers.
"You talk too much."
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