Chapter 107: Big Mom Arrives
The Corrida Colosseum — Exterior
"HEY!"
Luffy's fingers wrapped around the iron bars, knuckles white, veins bulging along his forearms. His voice cracked with desperation.
"TRA-GUY!"
"WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?! HOW DID DOFLAMINGO CATCH—"
BANG.
The gold-patterned pistol in Doflamingo's hand spoke once.
Law's body jerked. A fresh wound bloomed across his already shattered frame—not a killing blow, but something worse. A message. A demonstration. The casual cruelty of a man who knew no one could stop him.
"TRA-GUY!!!"
Luffy's scream tore through the arena's stone walls. He threw himself against the bars, muscles straining, bones creaking, every fiber of his being demanding that he break through—
The iron didn't move.
Not a millimeter.
Zoro's eye flicked toward his captain, then to the cage. His hand closed around Shusui's hilt.
"That cage... is it made of Seastone?"
Of course. Doflamingo wouldn't take chances with Devil Fruit users. The bars that held Luffy were forged from the same material as Marine battleship hulls—impervious, unbreakable, draining the strength from any power-user who touched them.
Luffy's hands were already weakening. His grip faltered. But he didn't let go.
At Zoro's side, Kin'emon clutched the Den Den Mushi with trembling hands, his voice barely steady.
"Sanji-kun! Trafalgar-dono is here with us! He's—he's been—"
His throat closed. He forced the words out anyway.
"—Doflamingo has gravely wounded him! He may already be—"
Zoro didn't wait for the sentence to finish.
He launched himself upward, sandals leaving cracked stone in their wake, all three swords singing from their sheaths. The pirate hunter's single eye locked onto Doflamingo's smirking face.
"Hoh? The pirate hunter."
Doflamingo's grin didn't waver. He didn't even raise his hands to defend himself.
Because he didn't need to.
CLANG.
Steel met steel. Gravity met momentum.
Fujitora appeared between them like a wall of purple and scar tissue, his staff-sword drawn and braced against Zoro's three-bladed strike. The impact sent shockwaves rippling through the air, dust exploding outward from the point of contact.
Zoro's eye widened.
"You—!"
"The old man from before!"
This was the same Marine who had crossed paths with them earlier. But now his purple yukata was gone, replaced by a simple cloth wrap. Bandages covered his torso from shoulder to hip, fresh white linen already spotting red where wounds had reopened. His blind eyes faced Zoro without seeing him—yet somehow saw everything.
"My apologies." Fujitora's voice was heavy, reluctant. "It seems we meet again under unfortunate circumstances."
He pressed down with his blade.
Zoro's arms buckled.
What—?!
The sunglasses shattered on his face, fragments of dark glass scattering across his cheeks. His feet drove cracks through the stone beneath him. Every muscle in his body screamed as an impossible weight bore down—not from Fujitora's physical strength, but from something far more insidious.
This pressure... where is it coming from?!
His hands trembled around his sword hilts. His knees threatened to buckle. The ground beneath him cratered, stone fracturing in concentric rings.
And then—
CRASH.
Zoro slammed into the earth, pinned flat by a gravity that should have crushed his bones to powder.
"ZORO!!"
Luffy's roar echoed through the arena. He hurled himself against the Seastone bars again—and again—and again—each impact weaker than the last as the mineral sapped his rubber body's strength.
"LET ME OUT! ZORO! TRA-GUY!"
His hands slipped.
He fell back, chest heaving, fingers too weak to even form fists.
Seastone. The realization hit him like cold water. This cage... it's made of Seastone.
Fujitora bowed his head toward the crater where Zoro lay pinned.
"I apologize to all of you. You treated this old man with kindness before, and now I must stand as your enemy." His voice carried genuine regret. "Such duties go against everything I believe in."
A pause.
"But orders are—"
The ground exploded.
A flying slash—pure, concentrated, devastating—erupted from the crater's depths. Fujitora raised his staff-sword to block, and the impact drove him back a full step, his sandals carving furrows through the stone.
"Flying slash?" A hint of approval entered his voice. "Impressive."
Zoro emerged from the dust, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his three swords gleaming in the harsh sunlight. His eye burned with something that wasn't quite anger and wasn't quite desperation—something closer to certainty.
He had broken through the gravity field through sheer force of will.
He was still standing.
The Thousand Sunny — Simultaneously
"—and that's the situation!" Kin'emon's voice crackled through the Den Den Mushi. "Trafalgar-dono has fallen! Zoro-dono is engaging the Admiral! Luffy-dono is trapped!"
Sanji's cigarette had long since burned to ash between his lips. He hadn't noticed.
"Doflamingo... and the Marines... working together?"
Robin's voice came through her own Den Den Mushi, cold and analytical. "It's possible. Doflamingo's status as a Warlord gives him certain... accommodations. And if he's truly a former Celestial Dragon, his influence may extend further than we imagined."
"Then we're completely screwed!" Usopp's voice cracked with genuine panic. "There's an Admiral over there! An actual Admiral!"
Sanji's jaw tightened. "That doesn't make sense. Law told us Itachi was fighting the Admiral on Green Bit. How could he be in Dressrosa already?"
The question hung in the air, unanswered.
On the colosseum grounds, Doflamingo had already bent down and seized Law by the collar of his shredded coat. He lifted the unconscious surgeon like a trophy, turning to face the gathered crowds of Dressrosa's citizens.
"Good people of Dressrosa!" His voice boomed across the plaza, amplified by some trick of his strings or simply the force of his presence. "Do you remember that false report from two days ago? The newspaper that claimed I had resigned from my position as your king?"
Murmurs rippled through the crowd.
"Let me be perfectly clear." Doflamingo's grin stretched wider. "That report was a lie."
"Fuffuffuffu."
The laugh crawled down every spine within earshot.
"The mastermind behind this deception—the one who sought to destabilize our peaceful kingdom—was none other than this man! The Warlord Trafalgar Law, in league with the Straw Hat Pirates!"
He hoisted Law higher, displaying the broken surgeon like a captured flag.
The crowd's murmurs turned ugly.
"Trafalgar Law? And the Straw Hats? They conspired against us?"
"How dare they!"
"They're villains! Punish them, King Doflamingo!"
"Yes! Make them pay!"
Doflamingo's laughter swelled, feeding on their rage like a parasite on blood.
"Fuffuffuffu! FUFFUFFUFFU!"
"Worry not, my beloved subjects." He lowered Law, his voice dripping with paternal condescension. "Justice will be served."
He stepped closer to Fujitora, leaning in until his lips nearly brushed the Admiral's ear. His voice dropped to a murmur that only the blind Marine could hear.
"Play along, Admiral. That's an order."
Fujitora's scarred face hardened. The muscles of his jaw bunched beneath his skin.
"...Understood."
"Excellent!" Doflamingo clapped him on the shoulder like an old friend. "Let's continue this discussion at the palace, shall we? There's so much to talk about."
His grin turned razor-sharp.
"Cooperate with me, Fujitora... and the heads of the Straw Hats and their brat allies are yours to claim. Every last one of them."
"Fuffuffuffu..."
Around the colosseum's perimeter, Marine forces were already moving into position. Vice Admiral Bastille—a giant of a man with a shark-toothed sword strapped across his back—directed his troops with curt hand signals, forming an inescapable net around Zoro, Kin'emon, and the arena itself.
The noose was tightening.
And then—
"EVERYONE!"
Kin'emon's voice shattered the moment, raw with new panic.
"THE BIG MOM PIRATES! THEIR SHIP—IT'S RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE THOUSAND SUNNY!"
"WHAT?!"
Off the Coast of Dressrosa
The Queen Mama Chanter filled the horizon like a floating mountain of confectionery nightmare.
Its hull was a monstrous amalgamation of cake-like structures, frosted spires, and candy-colored turrets that seemed to pulse with unnatural life. The figurehead—a grotesque, animated smiley face—leered down at the Thousand Sunny with an expression of manic hunger. The ship itself sang. Not metaphorically. A low, discordant hum emanated from its timbers, the sound of a soul bound to wood and forced to croon forever.
Compared to the Chanter, the Sunny was a bath toy.
Chopper, Brook, Nami, and Momonosuke huddled together on the deck, their faces frozen in variations of the same primal terror.
"Th-th-that ship..." Chopper's voice came out as a squeak. "It's enormous..."
Sanji's curly eyebrow had twisted into a knot so tight it threatened to snap. "Of all the times to get ambushed...!"
On the Chanter's deck, two familiar figures stood at the railing, binoculars trained on the Sunny below.
Baron Tamago adjusted his spectacles with a flourish. "There he is, mon ami."
Beside him, Pekoms—the lion-mink who had threatened Fishman Island with destruction—lowered his own binoculars, his sunglasses glinting in the afternoon light.
"Finally found you, Caesar."
Just days ago, they had tuned into Caesar Clown's worldwide broadcast—the one where he had promised to demonstrate a weapon capable of mass destruction. The transmission had cut out before anyone could see the weapon in action, but the message had been received.
Big Mom wanted Caesar. And what Big Mom wanted, Big Mom got.
Caesar himself was already in full meltdown mode on the Sunny's deck, his gaseous body flickering between solid and intangible as panic consumed him.
"Th-th-this can't be happening! Help me! SOMEBODY HELP ME! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!"
"Shut up!" Nami's fist connected with his skull. "You're the reason they're here in the first place!"
"But—but—!"
"Look!"
Brook's bony finger pointed skyward.
A streak of black fire cut across the heavens, trailing embers that died against the sea breeze. The shape resolved into a great crow of living wood and dark flame—and riding upon its back, crimson eyes blazing with the light of the Mangekyō Sharingan.
"Itachi!"
"Itachi-san!"
The crow descended in a controlled spiral, its wooden frame settling onto the Sunny's deck with barely a sound. Itachi dismounted in a single fluid motion—
And immediately found himself buried under a hundred and sixty-seven centimeters of terrified navigator.
"Nami—"
"ITACHI!" Her arms locked around his neck with desperate strength. "THEY'RE HERE! BIG MOM'S SHIP! THEY'RE GOING TO KILL US!"
Chopper latched onto his leg, sobbing. "I'm too young to die! I haven't even finished my medical encyclopedia!"
Itachi stood frozen, one arm awkwardly patting Nami's back while trying not to touch anything inappropriate. His Sharingan flickered with exhaustion—the battle with Fujitora had drained him more than he cared to admit.
"Nami. Chopper." His voice remained calm despite the chaos. "I need you to let go so I can assess the situation."
Nami's grip tightened. "NO! YOU'LL DISAPPEAR AGAIN!"
"I won't—"
"YOU LEFT US!"
"I came back—"
"YOU WERE GONE FOR HOURS!"
"Nami." He gently but firmly pried her arms from his neck, careful to avoid the white rabbit emblazoned across her chest. "I'm here now. I need you to calm down and explain what's happening."
Sanji had collapsed to his knees, pounding the deck with both fists while tears streamed down his face.
"NAMI-SWAN EMBRACES ITACHI LIKE A LOVER RETURNED FROM WAR! WHY?! WHY AM I NEVER THE ONE SHE CLINGS TO?! IS MY LOVE NOT PURE ENOUGH?!"
"Sanji." Itachi's voice cut through the melodrama. "Focus."
"R-right." Sanji pulled himself together with visible effort. "Sorry."
Itachi's gaze swept across the colossal ship looming before them, his Sharingan cataloguing every detail—the animated structure, the crew moving on deck, the twin figures at the railing who were clearly in command.
"Explain. Everything."
Nami and Brook immediately assumed the posture of helpful guides presenting intelligence to their commander.
"That's the Queen Mama Chanter!" Nami pointed. "Big Mom's flagship! And those two at the railing—the tall one with the egg-shaped head is Baron Tamago, and the lion guy is Pekoms! They're the ones who came to Fishman Island demanding the candy tribute!"
"The candy that Luffy claimed to have eaten," Itachi noted.
"EXACTLY! And now they're here for Caesar! Big Mom wants him for some kind of weapons program!"
On the Chanter's deck, the three commanding figures observed the Sunny's sudden flurry of activity with varying degrees of confusion.
Pekoms lowered his binoculars, his leonine face scrunched in puzzlement. "What are they all gathering around for? Did something happen?"
Baron Tamago accepted the binoculars and took a long look at the Sunny's deck, his elegant mustache twitching.
"I cannot say, mon ami. They appear to be... greeting someone?"
"The one who just arrived." Capone Bege—captain of the Fire Tank Pirates and now a senior operative under Big Mom's flag—stepped forward, his cigar trailing smoke. His eyes, cold and calculating beneath the brim of his fedora, fixed on the dark-haired figure at the center of the Straw Hats' attention.
"That's him. The Straw Hats' newest recruit. The one with a bounty higher than his own captain."
He took a long drag of his cigar.
"'Hellfire' Uchiha Itachi. Six hundred million berries."
Pekoms' sunglasses flashed. "Six hundred million? For a rookie?"
"Not just any rookie." Bege's voice carried the weight of recent intelligence. "On the way from Whole Cake Island, I picked up reports from Rilke Callender. Word is, he went toe-to-toe with Admiral Kizaru on Punk Hazard and walked away alive. And just recently..." His eyes narrowed. "There were rumors of an incident at Rilke Callender involving Blackbeard."
He let that sink in.
"The Straw Hats aren't just a rookie crew anymore. And that one—" He nodded toward the dark figure on the Sunny's deck. "—might be the most dangerous of them all."
Baron Tamago adjusted his spectacles, his expression thoughtful.
"Most intriguing, mon ami. Most intriguing indeed."
Below, on the Thousand Sunny, Itachi finished processing Nami and Brook's rapid-fire explanation. His Sharingan had already analyzed the Queen Mama Chanter's structure, identified potential weak points, and calculated at least three escape routes—none of them good.
An Emperor's ship. Here. Now.
While Law is captured. While Luffy is trapped. While Doflamingo tightens his grip on Dressrosa.
His eyes, still spinning with the Mangekyō pattern, throbbed with fatigue. The battle with Fujitora had pushed him further than he liked. And now this.
The timing couldn't be worse.
But his voice, when he spoke, revealed none of his exhaustion.
"Understood. We need options."
He turned to face the Queen Mama Chanter, his tattered coat billowing in the sea wind.
"And we need them now."
End of Chapter
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