Charles Saint lay sprawled on the ground, his once-pristine spacesuit smeared with dirt and filth.
As Tobirama approached step by step, his last shred of composure finally shattered.
"No… don't kill me!"
"I am a Creator! I am a god! You can't kill a god!!"
"I'm rich! I have hundreds of billions! Women, money, status—I'll give you anything you want!"
Charles Saint slammed his forehead into the ground again and again, skin splitting, blood mixing with tears and mucus.
At this moment, there was no trace left of a world noble's dignity.
Only a trembling, tail-wagging creature begging for its life.
Tobirama stopped in front of him and looked down with indifferent eyes.
"God?"
"If gods are all like you—drooling, soiling themselves, and begging for mercy—"
"Then this world has no need for gods."
He slowly raised his right hand.
"In your next life, try being reborn as a slightly smarter maggot."
"No!! Marines! Save—"
Pfft!
A flash of black light cut through the air.
The scream ended abruptly.
Charles Saint's bloated head, still encased in its bubble helmet, rolled across the deck, his face frozen in pure terror.
Blood sprayed from the severed neck before the body collapsed heavily to the ground.
A Celestial Dragon—dead.
In the distance, Hancock unconsciously held her breath.
They really… killed him.
These were the Celestial Dragons—rulers of the world for eight hundred years.
Yet the very next second, her pupils trembled violently as hearts surged inside her eyes, blazing like twin suns.
"Ah… so captivating…"
"For my sake, you even shattered a taboo without the slightest hesitation…"
"This man… is my destiny!"
Hancock's blood boiled. If not for the situation, she would have rushed forward on the spot.
Affection level: completely maxed out.
—
Suddenly.
The warm, salty sea breeze vanished.
A bone-chilling cold swallowed the entire harbor.
Crack… crack… crack…
The sea froze.
Not a thin layer—but thick, solid ice, forming instantly several meters deep.
The ice surged toward the shore, freezing even the air itself into drifting white mist.
"Oh dear… this is troublesome."
"Even rushing this hard, I still arrived a bit late, huh?"
A lazy yet oppressive male voice emerged from the frozen fog.
Moments later, a tall man in a white suit vest and a Marine admiral's coat walked slowly across the ice, pushing an old-fashioned bicycle.
Kuzan, Admiral of Marine Headquarters.
Though his expression was as sleepy as ever, his eyes were sharper than ice.
He glanced at the headless corpse, then at the crushed golden pistol, scratching his curly hair with a sigh.
"Ah la la…"
"You've caused yourself a massive headache, kid."
"Killing a Celestial Dragon… even I can't smooth that over. Marine Headquarters is in chaos right now."
As he spoke casually, the temperature continued to plummet.
A thick layer of frost spread beneath everyone's feet.
This was the Navy's highest combat power.
His mere arrival altered the environment itself.
Tobirama turned to face him, calm as ever, a hint of curiosity flickering in his eyes.
"A Marine admiral?"
"You arrived pretty fast."
Hands still in his pockets, Tobirama showed not a trace of tension—
As if the one before him were merely a passerby.
Kuzan parked the bicycle and slipped his hands into his pockets. The cold around him thickened visibly.
"Hey… I don't like working overtime, and honestly, you're not unpleasant."
"But we stand on different sides of justice."
The laziness vanished from his gaze, replaced by an ancient, glacial chill.
"You killed a Celestial Dragon."
"So you stay here today."
"Otherwise, this sea will truly fall into chaos."
"Surrender. You might at least keep a whole body."
Tobirama laughed.
A laugh filled with pure contempt.
"Arrest me?"
"How amusing."
He tilted his head slightly.
"No one in this world has been born who can put handcuffs on me."
"Since you want to fight—"
"Let me see how much of this so-called top naval power is real, and how much is just hype."
Negotiation was over.
Kuzan raised his hand.
Ice Age!
In an instant, half his body transformed into crystal ice.
Towering ice pillars surged forward like colossal serpents, carrying temperatures that froze time itself.
Space cracked wherever they passed.
The terror of a Logia—
A casual move, yet catastrophic.
"So this is a Logia Devil Fruit…"
Tobirama watched calmly, not activating any other ability.
"I've always been curious about this world's specialties."
"Always bullying people with outside powers gets boring."
"Perfect. Let's test something native."
He didn't dodge.
Didn't defend.
He stood there, facing the freezing force that could solidify volcanoes, and took a slow breath.
Then—
His eyes snapped open.
Absolute tyranny.
I alone reign supreme.
"Break."
Conqueror's Haki unleashed!
Boom—!!!
Sound itself was erased.
A dark-red, tangible shockwave exploded outward, centered on Tobirama.
The sky tore apart as black-and-crimson lightning split the heavens.
The sea was forced back. Space itself twisted.
The massive ice pillars shattered instantly—reduced to fine crystalline powder before lasting even a fraction of a second.
But the wave didn't stop.
It crashed straight into Kuzan.
"What?!"
For the first time, sheer terror appeared on the admiral's face.
"This… Conqueror's Haki?! How can it be this strong?!"
He tried to disperse into ice—
But failed.
The surrounding space was locked down.
His Devil Fruit ability was forcibly suppressed, completely unresponsive.
Pfft!
Blood spilled from Kuzan's mouth as his body was slammed downward by an invisible force.
Boom!
The ground caved in.
Kuzan dropped to one knee, both hands bracing against the earth, bones creaking under unbearable pressure.
He tried to stand—
But it felt as if the Red Line itself were pressing down on his back.
Behind him, the ocean was flattened completely.
In Orange Town, tens of thousands of civilians collapsed unconscious in an instant, like grain swept by a scythe.
The entire island was cleared in the blink of an eye.
Tobirama slowly withdrew his aura, watching the admiral kneeling before him with a satisfied smile.
He stepped forward.
"Admiral Kuzan."
"Looks like your arrest plan failed."
He leaned down, lifted Kuzan's chin with one finger, forcing him to meet his gaze.
"You can't even withstand a glance from me."
"What right do you have to arrest me?"
Kuzan's pupils trembled violently.
Overwhelming.
Absurdly overwhelming.
He had never felt pressure like this—from Garp, from Whitebeard, not even from the legends of the past.
Haki alone… suppressing an admiral.
"Who… are you…?"
Tobirama straightened, his divine robe fluttering faintly.
"I am Uchiha Tobirama, Emperor of the Empire."
"You don't know that name yet."
"But soon, the word 'Empire' will shake the entire world."
"Unfortunately—"
"You won't live to see that day."
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