Prologue The grey castle-like infrastructure of Enies Lobby was in shambles. The CP9 agents were lying defeated in pools of their own blood. Each of the Mugiwara crew were safe on the Going Merry, saved from the Buster Call's demolition of the island. After such an extreme battle, the only thing on the minds of those who lived was celebration over a new appreciation of life and love of friends. Cheers, drinks, and affectionate hugs came around to all as they sailed back to Water Seven to recuperate.
Behind their retreating backs, the marines swarmed over the wreckage the young captain and his friends left behind. The bodies that piled in the streets were marched over, only to be checked occasionally to confirm their deaths. It didn't matter if they were killed by the retreating pirate crew or the navy itself. After all, a Buster Call is a weapon, not a rescue team. Vice Admiral Yamakaji himself was helping lead his men through the only recently populated ruins. Checking for signs of survivors who weren't properly killed or the golden den den mushi that initiated the call. It was not found on the Spandam fool's body, so it was assumed he dropped it at some point or it was stolen. If it was stolen, Yamakaji could only imagine the trouble Sengoku would give him and the other four Vice Admirals when they gave their mission report. The Buster Call was a weapon for the military, and the thought of a pirate getting his greedy hands on such a device was troubling. Luckily, after hours of searching, one of his troop finally found the golden communicator. It wouldn't get him out of the pile of shit he was in from letting the Mugiwara crew escape, but it prevented the situation from getting any worse than it already is.
Or that was what he believed until he looked up to the top of the deformed tower of law and saw the charred remains of the World Government's flag.
Behind their retreating backs, the marines swarmed over the wreckage the young captain and his friends left behind. The bodies that piled in the streets were marched over, only to be checked occasionally to confirm their deaths. It didn't matter if they were killed by the retreating pirate crew or the navy itself. After all, a Buster Call is a weapon, not a rescue team. Vice Admiral Yamakaji himself was helping lead his men through the only recently populated ruins. Checking for signs of survivors who weren't properly killed or the golden den den mushi that initiated the call. It was not found on the Spandam fool's body, so it was assumed he dropped it at some point or it was stolen. If it was stolen, Yamakaji could only imagine the trouble Sengoku would give him and the other four Vice Admirals when they gave their mission report. The Buster Call was a weapon for the military, and the thought of a pirate getting his greedy hands on such a device was troubling. Luckily, after hours of searching, one of his troop finally found the golden communicator. It wouldn't get him out of the pile of shit he was in from letting the Mugiwara crew escape, but it prevented the situation from getting any worse than it already is.
Or that was what he believed until he looked up to the top of the deformed tower of law and saw the charred remains of the World Government's flag.