Sabaody Archipelago, Abandoned Naval Port 66.
On the deck of the Celestial Dragons' cruise ship.
Saint Shalria lay on the ground like a plucked quail, casually tossed there by Tobirama, the slave collar that once bound others still locked around her own neck.
Behind her was a pile of trembling slaves.
Tobirama's gaze suddenly paused.
Among them, he spotted a young woman in a nurse's uniform. Though covered in grime, her delicate features were impossible to hide.
The nurse who had been saved by Zoro in the original story.
"Oh?"
Tobirama raised an eyebrow, a playful curve lifting the corner of his mouth.
"I only planned to take one female slave. I didn't expect such an unexpected bonus."
"Buy one, get one free?"
He curled a finger.
Banshō Ten'in!
"Ah!"
The nurse cried out as her body flew toward him uncontrollably, landing straight into Tobirama's arms.
She stared at him in terror—the man who had just moved like a god of death—her entire body stiff.
"P-Please… don't kill me…"
"Kill you?"
Tobirama lifted her chin, looking into eyes like those of a startled fawn.
"From today onward, you're one of my people."
With that, Tobirama turned and looked at the slaves on the ship—hope burning in their eyes, yet none daring to move.
"As for you all…"
He swept his sleeve.
Snap! Snap!
Every collar and chain shattered instantly.
"Leave."
"This ship is mine now. Every Celestial Dragon on this island is dead."
"If you want to live, run as far as you can while you still have the chance."
A moment of dead silence followed.
Then the deck erupted into earth-shaking sobs.
"Benefactor! Great benefactor!"
"The Celestial Dragons are dead! We're free!"
"Long live the Uchiha Emperor!"
Countless slaves dropped to their knees, kowtowing frantically, their foreheads splitting open from the force.
In this dark world, at this moment, Tobirama was their only savior.
He ignored the worship of these ants.
Holding Saint Shalria in his left hand and the nurse in his right, Tobirama stomped the deck.
His figure shot into the sky, flying toward the Uchiha ship anchored outside the port.
…
The Uchiha—spacious conference hall.
All core members were present.
Hancock, Robin, Kalifa, Nami, Nojiko, Vivi, Kuina, Tashigi, Kaya, Karumen, Sari, Stella…
Along with the newly captured Saint Shalria and the nurse.
Beautiful women filled the hall, the air rich with fragrance.
This lineup alone was enough to make any man in the world die of envy.
Yet the atmosphere was heavy.
Tobirama sat at the head seat, his sharp gaze sweeping over every woman.
"Three days from now," he said calmly, his voice soft but brimming with killing intent, "I will face the World Government in a decisive battle at Marineford."
"That will be a true meat grinder."
Expressions shifted subtly.
No matter how absolute their faith in Tobirama was, the enemy was the entire world.
"I'm not worried about myself."
He tapped his fingers against the table.
"I'm worried about you."
"Too weak."
His words were merciless.
"Other than Hancock, who is barely passable, the rest of you wouldn't even count as cannon fodder in an Admiral-level battlefield."
"I refuse to be distracted by protecting a group of vases once the war begins."
Nami lowered her head in shame. Vivi and Kuina clenched their fists.
It was the truth.
No matter how hard they trained, time was too short.
Against monsters like Admirals and Emperors, they were indeed burdens.
"Master… we'll train harder!" Kuina said through gritted teeth.
"It's too late."
Tobirama shook his head.
"Even if you didn't sleep for three days straight, you wouldn't make any real progress."
"So…"
He flipped his palm.
Hum!
A Devil Fruit covered in blue lightning patterns, radiating terrifying energy, appeared in his hand.
The Rumble-Rumble Fruit.
"This is—"
Robin's pupils contracted. "One of the strongest Logia fruits… the Rumble-Rumble Fruit?!"
"The power of the god of Skypiea?"
"That's right."
Tobirama nodded.
"But one fruit isn't enough."
"And Devil Fruits have a fatal flaw—their fear of water. I dislike flawed power."
His mind moved, directly addressing the God-Level Evolution System.
"System."
"Spend the money. Remove the side effects of the Rumble-Rumble Fruit."
"Then activate unlimited replication mode."
[Ding! 10 billion Berries deducted. Rumble-Rumble Fruit side effects removed. No longer afraid of seawater or Seastone!]
[Ding! 50 billion Berries deducted. Rumble-Rumble Fruit replicated—one copy for each member of the Host's harem!]
[Ding! Host request detected. Generating Top-Tier Three-Color Haki Seeds and Fruit Awakening Memory Inheritance… Complete!]
This is the joy of a cheater, Tobirama thought with satisfaction.
Money was just a number.
As long as it could be exchanged for power, any price was worth it.
Clatter!
Under the stunned gazes of the women, Tobirama waved his hand.
Dozens of identical Rumble-Rumble Fruits appeared on the table out of thin air.
Alongside them floated more than a dozen light orbs radiating three-colored brilliance.
"This… this is…"
Hancock covered her mouth, utterly stunned.
Devil Fruits… mass-produced?
"Don't ask," Tobirama said coldly. "If you do, the answer is divine power."
"These fruits have already been perfected by me."
"No side effects. No fear of water. No fear of Seastone."
"Eat them, and you'll gain the power of lightning instantly."
He pointed to the glowing orbs.
"And these."
"They contain Haki seeds and combat experience I condensed myself."
"Absorb them, and your Haki will rise straight to Admiral level. Your Devil Fruit abilities will awaken immediately."
"What?!"
The hall exploded in uproar.
One step to the heavens.
No cultivation—straight to Admiral level.
A miracle beyond miracles.
"Don't waste time."
Tobirama stood, eyes sharp as blades.
"Eat them."
"I will forge a Thunder God legion capable of sweeping the world."
"Yes! Your Majesty!!"
Shock instantly turned into fanatic devotion.
Without hesitation, Hancock was the first to take a fruit and a light orb, swallowing both.
Then Robin. Nami. Kuina.
Gulp.
Gulp.
Minutes later—
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Terrifying waves of power erupted within the hall.
Blue-white lightning roared violently, yet was perfectly contained by Tobirama's barrier.
The once-frail Nami was now wreathed in raging lightning, her eyes glowing a majestic azure.
Kuina's black blade was wrapped in solidified black-and-red Conqueror's Haki.
Rebirth.
Evolution.
Feeling the ocean-like power surging within them, the women were moved to tears.
This wasn't just strength—it was the qualification to stand beside that man and conquer the world.
"Thank you for your boundless grace, Your Majesty!"
The newly born Thunder Goddesses knelt in unison.
The sight was magnificent.
Tobirama gazed at the invincible legion he had created with his own hands.
And smiled.
"Good."
"Only now are you worthy to stand behind me."
"Three days from now…"
He looked toward the distant horizon—toward Marineford.
"Let the Navy and the World Government see."
"What it truly means to witness—"
"The descent of the gods."