Tobirama stood suspended in the void, gazing down at the enemies below—those who had completely lost the ability to resist.
Slowly, he raised his right hand, his palm aimed at the Five Elders and Holy Knights sprawled on the ground, as well as the Devil Fruit users who were suppressed and unable to move.
"Your power…"
"I will take it."
Ability Deprivation!
Boom!!!
There was no room for negotiation.
An irresistible suction force instantly engulfed the entire battlefield.
"Aaaaahhhh!!"
"My power… my Devil Fruit!!"
Screams of agony rang out one after another.
The terrifying Mythical Zoan auras around the Five Elders dissipated instantly, and they reverted to five withered old men on the brink of death.
The armor of the Holy Knights shattered, and the Devil Fruits within their bodies were forcibly torn out, transforming into streams of light that surged toward Tobirama's palm like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.
Even Vice Admirals and Rear Admirals with abilities in the distance felt their strength drain away, their bodies reverting to those of ordinary people.
In just a few seconds.
Hundreds of Devil Fruits were forcibly extracted by Tobirama and sent into the system space.
The once-arrogant top combat forces of the World Government had been reduced to complete uselessness.
"It's over…"
Sengoku clutched the bloody hole in his chest, watching the scene as the last light faded from his eyes.
Power gone. Trump cards exhausted.
This was absolute defeat.
Seeing Tobirama raise his hand once more, preparing to deliver the final slaughter, Sengoku gritted his teeth. Forcing his shattered body upright, he dropped to his knees and let out a hoarse roar:
"Wait!! Your Majesty Uchiha!!"
"Please… stay your hand!!"
Sengoku slammed his head hard against the rubble, blood flowing freely.
"Killing us all would be easy! But once you conquer the world, you'll need people to govern it, won't you?!"
"This sea is too vast! Tens of thousands of islands! Pirates as numerous as carp in a river!"
"Your Empire's army is powerful, but you can't have those top-tier warriors handling trivial matters, can you?!"
"We need management! We need order!"
"The Navy… the Navy is willing to surrender!!"
"We're familiar with every corner of the seas! We have a complete branch system!"
"Please—use us as tools! As long as we can maintain order on the seas… the Navy is willing to serve you!!"
Sengoku was a smart man.
Or rather, an absolutely rational administrator.
To preserve the last spark of the Navy and prevent the world from descending into total chaos, he chose the most humiliating—yet most realistic—path: surrender.
Tobirama's hand paused in midair.
He looked down at the Fleet Admiral who once embodied justice, now kneeling in utter desperation.
"Tools?"
The corner of Tobirama's mouth curved into an amused smile.
"Your reasoning is sound."
"I have no interest in managing petty affairs."
"Since you're willing to be dogs…"
Tobirama withdrew his killing intent from the Navy.
"The Navy, I'll take."
Sengoku's body went slack as he collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down his aged face.
"Th-thank you… Your Majesty…"
"However."
Tobirama's tone shifted. His gaze turned icy as it swept over the now-powerless Five Elders, Holy Knights, and CP0 members.
"This trash that lurks in the shadows, scheming and plotting."
"And these fools who dared to think of themselves as gods."
"I have no use for them."
"Dispose of them."
The moment the words fell.
Uchiha Madara, standing behind Tobirama, finally let loose.
"Hmph! A bunch of trash—an eyesore!"
Madara let out a cold laugh and swung the gunbai in his hand.
Fire Release: Great Fire Destruction!
Boom!!!
A boundless sea of flames swallowed the area where the Five Elders and Holy Knights lay.
There were no screams.
In an instant, they were reduced to ash.
The supreme rulers who had dominated the world for eight hundred years were wiped away like refuse.
"And these."
Tobirama turned his gaze toward the Seraphim units stationed aboard dozens of warships outside the harbor.
These artificial weapons infused with Lunarian blood remained in standby mode.
"Amado."
Tobirama called into the void.
"I'm here, Your Majesty."
A decadent middle-aged man wearing glasses appeared beside him as a holographic projection.
"Take control of these weapons."
"This biological technology is crude, but it will suffice as patrol forces."
"Understood. Three seconds."
Amado's fingers danced rapidly through the air.
In an instant, the red light in the Seraphim's eyes turned a submissive green. One by one, they dropped to one knee, kneeling toward Tobirama.
The strongest weapons were seized—without shedding a single drop of blood.
With everything settled, Tobirama turned to Uchiha Madara, who was staring eagerly toward the Red Line, and to the honest-looking Senju Hashirama beside him.
"Madara. Hashirama."
Tobirama pointed at the massive Red Line stretching across the horizon.
That was the location of the Holy Land, Mary Geoise—the final fortress.
"I have a task for you."
"Take the Seraphim Legion and the Ninja World army."
"Go up there and flatten that so-called 'Holy Land.'"
"Capture the one sitting on the Empty Throne and bring him to me."
"As for the rest… do as you please."
"Ha!!"
Madara's excitement exploded instantly, a bloodthirsty gleam flashing in his Rinnegan.
"Can I finally cut loose?!"
"Hashirama! Let's go!!"
With a thunderous roar, Madara activated his Perfect Susanoo, transforming into a towering blue god of war. With a powerful beat of its wings, it shot toward the sky ten thousand meters above.
"H-Hey! Madara, slow down!"
Hashirama scratched his head, but quickly formed hand seals as well. The Wood Dragon Technique activated, following closely behind.
"Tobirama—no, Your Majesty! Leave it to us!"
Rumble!
The Ninja World army surged forward like a black tide, following the two legendary shinobi as they advanced toward the Red Line.
…
Tobirama returned to his throne.
Surveying the cleared battlefield, he snapped his fingers.
Snap.
The live broadcast camera zoomed in, giving Tobirama a close-up.
Behind him, the Navy knelt en masse, while the distant Red Line burned.
"People of the world, listen."
Tobirama's voice spread across the Four Seas, the Grand Line, and the New World.
"The World Government has fallen."
"The Five Elders are dead."
"The Navy has surrendered."
"Now, there are only two paths before you."
He raised two fingers, his tone absolute and unquestionable.
"First: lay down your weapons and submit to the Uchiha Empire."
"I will establish a new order."
"Second: continue to resist."
"I will send Madara to erase you—and your islands—from the map."
"The choice is yours."
"I give you one day."
"In one day, I do not wish to see a single flag on these seas that does not belong to the Empire."
With that—
The live broadcast was cut.
The world was left in boundless panic and shock.
…
Reactions erupted everywhere.
In a certain affiliated nation on the Grand Line, the king stared at the screen as the wine glass slipped from his hand and shattered.
"It's over… it's all over…"
"The World Government is gone… what are we resisting for?!"
"Quick! Lower the national flag! Replace it with the Uchiha fan! Prepare all the treasures—I'm going to pay tribute!!"
Most affiliated nations chose to kneel immediately.
Survival outweighed everything else.
In the New World, within the territories of the Four Emperors—
"Gurararara…"
Whitebeard tore the IV tubes from his body, grabbed his naginata, and stood up.
"Pops?!" Marco cried out in alarm.
"Surrender?" Whitebeard spat. "That's what cowards do!"
Fire burned in his eyes.
"I am Whitebeard! If some emperor from another world wants me to bow, he'll have to step over my corpse!"
"Boys! Prepare for war! For the dignity of our family!"
On Onigashima—
Kaido transformed into an azure dragon, roaring as he coiled through the sky.
"Worororo! Interesting! Truly interesting!"
"This kind of powerhouse! This kind of war!"
"This is the death I've been longing for!"
"Come, Uchiha Madara! Let me see if you can break my dragon scales!"
Aboard the Red Force—
Shanks stood silently, his expression grim.
"The balance… is completely gone."
"If it can't be stopped…"
"Then we'll be the last line of defense."
"Draw your swords, brothers."
At the Revolutionary Army's temporary headquarters—
Dragon stared at the broadcast in silence for a long time.
Sabo, Ivankov, and the others behind him wore complicated expressions.
Their lifelong goal—overthrowing the World Government—had been accomplished by an outsider in the most brutal way imaginable.
What did that make them?
"Chief… what do we do?" Betty asked quietly. "Do we surrender?"
"No."
Dragon shook his head, resolve flashing in his eyes.
"Uchiha Tobirama is an invader."
"His rule is built on absolute violence and enslavement."
"That goes against the freedom we seek."
"Even if the World Government was corrupt, that was an internal conflict."
"But now, faced with a foreign enemy…"
"The Revolutionary Army must fight for this world's future."
"Even if we must ally with pirates!"
"Even if we are completely wiped out!"
"We cannot let this world become a playground for another race!"
"Contact the Four Emperors! Contact all resistance forces!"
"Form the World Allied Forces!!"
…
Below the Holy Land, atop the Red Line—
Rumble!!!
The massive red rock wall trembled violently.
Madara piloted his Perfect Susanoo like a blue meteor, laughing wildly as he closed in on the towering cliff.
Behind him, tens of thousands of reanimated ninja clad in technological armor advanced—walking on water, flying through the air, blotting out the sky.
"So this is the Red Line?"
Madara scoffed at the wall that seemed to connect heaven and earth.
"This pile of dirt dares call itself the dwelling of gods?"
"For me… crumble!"
Madara drew the colossal chakra blade from Susanoo's waist.
One-Sword Style: Mountain Splitter!
Just then—
Buzz!!!
Countless red lights flared across the rock face.
Thousands of concealed automatic laser cannons flipped out simultaneously.
The ultimate defense system designed by Vegapunk.
"Warning! Warning! High-energy reaction detected!"
"Defense system activated! Annihilation Mode!"
Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!
Thousands of beams, comparable to Kizaru's lasers, poured down like a storm toward Madara and the Ninja Allied Forces.
"Oh? Some decent toys?"
Madara didn't dodge. His laughter only grew louder.
"Good!"
"Let me see if this world's technology can withstand the power of a god!!"
"Shinra Tensei!!"
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