The Strawhats looked across the roomball court to where their foes, in white and blue, were beginning warmups.

"I don't like it," Nami, the team's stealer, objected, polishing her regulation two-foot stick to a mirror shine. "Combining the leagues like this."

"It's really the only thing that makes sense, though, right?" pointed out Usopp, lacing his steel-toed boots. "I mean, we already had that one team, the Warlords, that played both leagues."

"No, my dearest and most beautiful flower is right," said Sanji as he adjusted the binding on his hands. "The World Government league and the Pirate league played by different rules. Which is to say, the World Government played by rules. And now they expect us to accommodate them and play together? Bullshit."

Luffy bounced over and gave his temporary afro a deliberate adjustment. "No worries, guys!" their team captain and interceptor said enthusiastically. "We're strong enough to beat them with or without rules!"

"I know I'm feeling SUPER enough this week to take on the entire World Government!" agreed Franky the basher loudly. He did not need to don his roomball gear, as he had permanently attached it to his body years ago. "Anyway, why are we fighting the Marine Recruits? Didn't we already beat Cipher Pol Nine and move up a tier?"

"The World Government doesn't use the tier system," Robin, the disrupter, informed him. "Neither do we, any more. And would you like to be facing the Admirals?"

"At least there's only three of them!" Chopper, their defense point, said squeakily. He was hiding ineffectively, as per his pre-game custom, behind the solid rubber three-foot diameter eponymous roomball, this one emblazoned with the Strawhat mark. "How many Marine Recruits are there?"

"Approximately one million," said Robin seriously. "That's why we're playing on a larger-than-usual court. The rest are outside as alternates."

Zoro spoke up, and with a scoff said, "One or one million makes no difference. I only need my sticks." Most players used one stick, and some used two sticks; Zoro used three, which everyone agreed was very manly, if impractical.

Sanji sneered. "Doesn't matter if you have your sticks, I still kick your ass at goal-scoring."

Zoro leapt to his feet. "Oh yeah? Well, let's see who scores more goals today, asshole!"

"Shithead!"

"Stupid eyebrow!"

The team left their goalers to their fight; it seemed to make them happy.

"Anyway, how're you doing?" Usopp the spotter asked, directing the question to their newest player, the skeletal dasher Brook. "Are you clear on how things've changed since you played for the Rumbars?"

"Oh, my, I hope so," said Brook. "My duties, at least, seem more or less the same."

"You've definitely made the right choice in joining us!" said Nami energetically, eyes gleaming. "Just think: you appeal to the Classic Roomball generation. We've got amazing opportunities with merchandizing now—"

The whistle blew, and the court fell silent. The Strawhats gathered together, and Luffy lead the cheer:

"We're gonna be the Roomball Kings!"