Boom—!!
The raging sand blade tore through the underground space, carrying terrifying kinetic force capable of slicing through solid rock.
Crocodile unleashed his full fury.
This Desert Spada was powerful enough to cleave a warship clean in half!
Yet—
Faced with the overwhelming torrent of yellow sand, Tobirama did not retreat.
He merely raised his right hand—slowly.
Top-tier Armament Haki!
Clang!!
A crisp, metallic sound rang out through the chamber.
The scene froze.
Crocodile's enormous sand blade was stopped—no, crushed—by Tobirama's bare hand.
Like snapping a biscuit.
The sandstorm instantly collapsed, dispersing into powerless dust that scattered across the floor.
"Is that your trump card?"
Tobirama brushed the sand from his palm, disappointment and contempt undisguised in his eyes.
"Crocodile."
"You got your hand broken by Whitebeard in the New World… did that incident rot your brain too?"
He walked forward step by step. Crocodile's face was locked in shock, while Tobirama's voice was colder than ice.
"You relied too much on your Devil Fruit."
"And neglected your body and your Haki."
"Even in a beginner's sea like Paradise, you're nothing more than a toothless tiger."
"How did you degenerate this badly in just a few years?"
"What a hopeless piece of trash."
Each word struck like a slap to the face.
"Shut up!!"
"What do you know?! I'm going to be the Pirate King!!"
Crocodile was hit at his deepest wound. His eyes turned bloodshot, his face twisting in rage and pain.
He refused to believe it.
He would not accept that his Logia power was meaningless before this man!
"Die!!"
"Ground Secco!!!"
Crocodile slammed his hand into the ground, roaring.
This was his strongest awakened technique!
Stone, buildings—even living beings—anything touched by this power would have its moisture drained instantly, crumbling into dust!
Buzz!!
Cracks spread violently as the entire basement began collapsing into sand.
A withering, deathlike aura surged toward Tobirama.
"I'll dry you out too!!"
Faced with this killing blow—
Tobirama laughed.
A hunter's laugh, cold and merciless, as he watched dying prey struggle.
"Too slow."
Flash!
No spatial ripple appeared.
Tobirama simply vanished.
Not high-speed movement.
Instantaneous displacement.
Amenotejikara.
In the next moment—
Tobirama appeared directly in front of Crocodile.
Less than half a meter away.
"What?!"
Crocodile's pupils shrank violently. He instinctively tried to disperse into sand—
Too late.
Tobirama's right hand was already reaching out.
Pitch-black Armament Haki surged—
Crimson-black lightning of Conqueror's Haki crackled atop it!
Three-Color Haki — God's Lock!
Thud!
Tobirama's hand clamped perfectly around Crocodile's face.
In that instant—
Crocodile, who had already begun elementalizing, discovered in horror that he could not disperse.
His physical form was forcibly torn out of his Logia state.
"Ghk…!"
His feet lifted off the ground as he was hoisted into the air.
The crushing pressure on his soul made the Sand-Sand Fruit tremble violently, unable to mobilize even a single grain of sand.
"How… how is this possible…"
"Your Haki… it can completely seal a Logia?!"
His voice was muffled under Tobirama's grip, terror flooding his eyes.
"Save the boss!!"
"Let go of the president!!"
The Baroque Works elites finally snapped out of their shock.
Mr. 1, Daz Bonez, eyes bloodshot, transformed his entire body into blades and charged forward.
"Atomic Slash!!"
Mr. 5 also moved in desperation, preparing to fight to the death.
"A bunch of annoying flies."
Tobirama didn't even turn his head.
He merely glanced back with his Rinnegan.
The six tomoe rotated silently.
"If you're that loyal…"
"Then die together."
Limbo — Border Jail.
Buzz!
In a dimension only the Rinnegan could perceive—
Four invisible shadows surged forward.
In the real world—
Mr. 1 hadn't even finished shouting.
Boom!!
His chest collapsed inward without warning.
Ribs shattered. Heart destroyed.
He was hurled backward like a rag doll, smashing into the wall and going completely limp.
Immediately after—
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Mr. 5, Miss Valentine's Day, and the rest were struck down simultaneously.
Blood spilled. Bodies twisted.
In one second—
Everyone was dead.
No one saw Tobirama move.
"What… what kind of power is this?!"
Crocodile caught the scene out of the corner of his eye, his heart plunging into despair.
Invisible attacks.
Instant slaughter.
Was this man a god—or a demon?
"Any last words?"
Tobirama's indifferent voice echoed beside his ear.
His fingers slowly tightened.
Crack… crack…
The sound of a skull under pressure rang out.
"U-Uchiha… Tobirama…"
Crocodile felt his consciousness shattering.
He refused to accept it.
Pluton wasn't his yet.
The world wasn't conquered.
He died without even touching this man's clothes!
"I… won't accept this!!"
"I am Crocodile!!"
His final roar echoed through the ruins.
"Still unconvinced?"
Tobirama's eyes remained emotionless.
"Then go complain in hell."
Snap!
A crisp, final sound—like a watermelon bursting.
The roar stopped.
Crocodile's head was crushed instantly under Tobirama's grip.
The headless body twitched once… then fell still.
Sir Crocodile.
Former Warlord of the Sea.
Dead.
Tobirama did not release his grip.
Rinnegan power activated in his palm.
Human Path — Soul Devour.
Extraction.
Recycling.
Boom!
A violent surge of sandy energy was pulled from the corpse.
In Tobirama's hand, a yellow-brown Devil Fruit with spiral patterns formed.
Logia — Sand-Sand Fruit.
He casually stored it away.
Then, like discarding trash, he tossed the headless corpse aside.
Silence engulfed the basement.
Miss Doublefinger.
Miss Goldenweek.
The remaining women huddled together, trembling.
The man who once ruled this land—
Crushed in seconds.
"A… monster…"
Miss Doublefinger stared at Tobirama, fear and submission filling her eyes.
To oppose him… was death.
"Ahhh!!"
"So cool!!"
"That's my man!!"
Hancock's excited scream shattered the silence.
She clutched her chest, face flushed, hearts practically sparkling in her eyes as she gazed at Tobirama's cold, murderous back.
"This kind of overwhelming Haki—crushing enemies like that—it's irresistible!"
"For you, my lord, I'll turn the entire world to stone!"
Tobirama ignored her outburst.
He glanced at the captured women.
"Hancock."
"Yes, dear!" she snapped to attention.
"Take them back to the ship. Lock them in the special seastone cells."
"If they misbehave, let Sari teach them the rules of the Empire."
"We'll deal with them later."
"Leave it to me!"
Hancock grinned fiercely at the women.
After cleaning up the leftovers, Tobirama walked to the ruined exit and looked toward the distant capital—Alubarna.
"The sand crocodile is dead."
"The obstacle is gone."
"Next…"
"It's time to collect what's mine."
He vanished in a flash of silver light, shooting into the sky.
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