The Red Line—ruins of the Holy Land, Mary Geoise.
Dust billowed amid shattered walls and collapsed stone.
What had once been the sacred, inviolable residence of the "gods" was now nothing but a lifeless wasteland.
Uchiha Madara stood at the edge of the massive chasm, gazing down at the still-burning remains of Pangea Castle, boredom flickering in his eyes.
A CP0 agent attempted a desperate sneak attack.
Madara casually snapped the man's neck and tossed the corpse into the sea like trash.
"Hashirama," he said indifferently.
"I'll go capture that Imu. As for the rest of the garbage here…"
Madara turned, looking at the tens of thousands of Imperial Ninja troops behind him, all standing ready.
"Kill them all."
"Leave none alive."
"Yes! Lord Madara!!"
Boom!!!
With the command given, ninjas clad in black high-tech chakra armor surged forward like a black tide of shinigami, flooding every corner of the ruins.
"Fire! Open fire now!!"
"Block them! Buy time for the Celestial Dragons to evacuate!!"
The remaining World Government guards, Marine elite bodyguards, and slave overseers frantically pulled their triggers.
Bullets and artillery poured down like a storm.
However—
A sight unfolded that plunged the people of this world into utter despair.
Clang! Clang!
Bullets capable of piercing steel struck the ninjas' black armor and fell harmlessly to the ground, unable to even produce sparks.
A faint glow flowed across the armor as the Karma Seals automatically absorbed and nullified all kinetic force.
"What… what kind of monsters are these?!"
"We can't hurt them at all!"
"Not even a scratch!"
"It's our turn."
A ninja captain sneered and raised his arm.
No hand seals.
No chakra molding.
The armor's seal flared to life as the arm-mounted launcher locked onto its targets.
"Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique—Enhanced!"
"Lightning Release: False Darkness—Rapid-Fire!"
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Thousands of technologically amplified ninjutsu tore across the battlefield like a rain of lasers.
Rock, steel, flesh—everything in their path was instantly vaporized.
With the Karma Seal's enhancement, even their taijutsu became absurdly powerful.
An ordinary genin shattered a Marine Vice Admiral's Iron Body with a single punch, piercing straight through his chest.
"Aaaargh!!"
"Help!! They're not human!!"
It was a massacre.
A completely one-sided massacre.
There were no tactics, no countermeasures—only overwhelming numbers and absolute superiority.
Within ten minutes, all remaining resistance in the Holy Land was wiped out.
…
Meanwhile.
Madara and Hashirama had already reached the deepest part of the ruins, where the Room of Flowers had once stood.
"No one?"
Madara frowned, scanning the empty chamber.
Residual fluctuations of spatial teleportation lingered in the air.
"He escaped," Hashirama said, crouching to examine the traces of a formation on the ground.
"It seems Imu prepared an escape route long ago."
"Hmph. Lucky rat."
Madara crushed the formation beneath his foot.
"Let's go back."
"A beaten dog like that will be dragged out sooner or later."
…
Marine Headquarters—Marineford.
Though the battle was long over, a suffocating pressure still filled the air.
Sengoku clutched his wound and knelt beneath the execution platform.
Behind him stood Garp, Tsuru, and the remaining Marine high-ranking officers, all with their heads lowered, none daring to meet the gaze of the man seated upon the throne.
Tobirama idly played with several Devil Fruits in his hand.
Two streaks of light descended as Madara and Hashirama landed beside him.
"Your Majesty," Hashirama said with a slight bow.
"Imu escaped using some spatial teleportation method. The minor forces have been cleared out, and the Red Line… is essentially leveled."
"No matter," Tobirama replied calmly, putting the fruits away.
"The entire world will be mine. Where could he possibly run?"
"As long as he's still on this planet, I'll dig him out—even if I have to dig three feet into the ground."
Tobirama stood, his gaze sweeping over the trembling Marine generals.
At last, his eyes stopped on a group of valiant yet humiliated female Marines.
Gion, the Vice Admiral known as Momousagi.
Captain Hina of Marine Headquarters.
Hibari and Kujaku of SWORD.
And Vice Admiral Doll.
The most prominent figures among the Marines—their finest flowers.
"Sengoku," Tobirama said flatly.
"P-present…" Sengoku answered, trembling.
Tobirama raised a finger, pointing at them one by one.
"Momousagi. Hina. That pink-haired brat. The one with the whip."
"And the one in leather pants."
"These five—I am requisitioning."
"What?!"
Momousagi looked up abruptly, hand on her sword Konpira, fury blazing in her eyes.
"What do you take us for? Spoils of war?!"
"I am a Marine Vice Admiral! A warrior may be killed, but never humiliated!"
Hina bit down on her cigarette, her voice icy.
"Hina is very angry. Hina will never surrender."
Sengoku's face turned ashen, fists clenched until they cracked.
This wasn't merely taking people—it was trampling the Marines' final shred of dignity.
"Surrender?"
Tobirama smiled faintly at Momousagi's furious expression.
"It seems you still don't understand your position."
Vroom!
A wave of Conqueror's Haki crashed down, forcing Momousagi's half-drawn blade back into its sheath and driving her to one knee.
"I am not asking."
"I am informing."
He pointed behind him to the Female Thor Corps, whose terrifying aura surged forth.
"They are your future companions—and your examples."
"Joining my Beauty Guard is your only way to live."
"If you refuse…"
Tobirama looked at Sengoku, his voice glacial.
"I will kill all the male Marines here."
"For every refusal—ten thousand dead."
"Until none remain."
"You…!"
Momousagi trembled, tears spilling from her eyes.
"Devil!"
"Despicable, shameless devil!"
Sengoku closed his eyes, muddy tears flowing down his face.
To preserve the remnants of the Marines… he had no choice.
"Gion… Hina…"
His voice was hoarse, as though he had aged a century.
"Go."
"Obey… His Majesty's command."
"Fleet Admiral!!" the women cried out.
But faced with absolute power—and the lives of their comrades—they could only bow their heads and step behind Tobirama, tears falling silently.
The flowers of the Navy—taken in full.
…
With his personal matters settled, Tobirama returned to the throne and issued the final strategic orders.
"The World Government is destroyed. The Marines have surrendered."
"Only the remaining emperors of the New World remain."
He looked toward the Ninja World's strongest.
"Uchiha Madara!"
"Present!" Madara stepped forward, eyes blazing.
"Lead the First Division to Wano Country."
"That creature called Kaido prides himself on being the strongest."
"Let him entertain you."
"Hahaha! Leave it to me!" Madara laughed wildly.
"I hope he's tougher than that red-haired puppet."
"Senju Hashirama."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"Lead the Second Division to Whitebeard."
"Though sick, his Tremor-Tremor Fruit still has power."
"Give him a dignified death."
"Understood."
"Kakashi Hatake. Uchiha Obito."
"We're here!"
"Deal with Red-Haired Shanks."
"As for Big Mom…"
Tobirama's eyes flashed with cold killing intent.
"That mad hag dared to covet me."
"I'll kill her personally."
"Senju Tobirama. Minato Namikaze."
"Use the Flying Thunder God Technique to lead the remaining forces."
"Sweep the Four Seas and the Grand Line."
"All nations and underground powers."
"Those who follow me shall prosper."
"Those who oppose me shall perish."
"Yes!!!"
Their voices shook the heavens.
Finally, Tobirama glanced at the kneeling Sengoku.
"The Marines' task is simple."
"Clean the battlefield. Transport supplies. Lead the way."
"If you can't even manage that…"
"Then the Marines have no reason to exist."
"Yes… we obey Your Majesty's will…"
Sengoku pressed his forehead to the ground, utterly submitting.
…
At the same time.
In an unknown sea, a thousand meters beneath the surface.
The World Government's ultimate backup base—the Underworld.
Space twisted.
Imu stumbled out of the portal, black mist swirling around his body.
"Uchiha… Tobirama!!"
His ripple-patterned eyes burned with hatred and madness.
"You destroyed my Holy Land…"
"Killed my servants…"
"Unforgivable!!"
"If you've ruined my chessboard, then don't blame me for flipping the table!"
Imu strode deeper into the base.
Five massive incubation tanks stood there, each holding a powerful but unconscious clone.
He produced five eerie Devil Fruits—the reborn or preserved abilities of the fallen Five Elders.
"Awaken, my new servants."
Imu forced the fruits into the clones' bodies.
Then—
A man in black appeared silently behind him.
"Lord."
Kneeling on one knee, he reported,
"A messenger from the Revolutionary Army's leader, Monkey D. Dragon, has arrived."
"He says… he wishes to discuss cooperation."
Imu paused, then let out a cold, shadowed laugh.
"Hehehe…"
"So it's that rebellious D clan."
"The enemy of my enemy…"
"Let him in."
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