Just a heads up we've got a bit of detached psycho Natsu torturing in this chapter so you have been warned in advance.

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The False God Celestial

/Human Auction House – Main Showroom/

"This is …"

"Disgusting, disgraceful, inhumane," Natsu listed off as the group took their places at the back of the main floor.

Looking down below at the stage, it was clear to everyone that the vast majority of people here were either Nobles or high-ranking criminals. Not a single one of them looked out of place within the crowd save for a few individuals scattered amongst them.

"There are some rising stars scattered about the trash down there, aren't there," Ahnk mused as Natsu felt his gaze shift toward a red-haired man.

"That one there, that's Eustass Kid."

"And over there Dad, next to that panda, that's the Surgeon Of Death Trafalgar Law."

"Let's hope these guys aren't in on this auction otherwise we might have even more trouble to deal with," Natsu sighed inwardly as his attention turned toward one of the side doors that had been opened by the staff.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, can I have your attention please," a man at the front called out cheerfully as the chatter amongst the crowd ceased. "Today we have some honoured guests who have come to partake in our auction. These guests require your utmost attention and devotion Ladies and Gentlemen!"

"Shit," Natsu hissed as the rest of the crew frowned in understanding, already piecing together who the announcer was speaking about.

"Without further ado, let us welcome Saint Rosward, Saint Shalria and Saint Charlos!"

The crowd as one, bowed at the entrance of the three Celestial Dragons. Natsu however remained firmly upright, his arms crossed with an unimpressed look on his face that had the rest of his friends and even others nearby openly gaping at the audacity of his actions.

"Natsu," Nami hissed as she tugged on his coat. "We need to blend in, remember!"

"I refuse to bow to anyone. A King does not bow."

"Damn right," Mordred grinned as everyone noticed she also failed to bow, simply leaning back against the back wall in order to remain out of sight. "They wanna make us bow then they'd better be pretty damn strong to do it."

Fortunately, none of the three Saints had even so much as noticed their little defiant act and took their seats in specially raised box seats that had them separated from the common people around them.

"All right everyone let's get this auction underway," the announcer cried as the room erupted into cheers.

Natsu instantly sneered down at the assembled Humans below, sensing all their petty and greed filled emotions. It was clear they didn't value life, not a single one of the Nobles or criminals.

His fingers twitched as he restrained himself, it wouldn't do to have Camie or Salvatore's man hurt in all the commotion.

"Good man," a familiar voice said behind him as Salvatore moved to stand beside him, neither looking at one another as the Don lit a cigar. "Want one?"

"For the stress, yes," Natsu replied as he took the offered cigar and lit it with his finger. "Look at them."

"Hard to define the term 'Human' when there are people like that, isn't it?"

"You can say that again," Natsu sighed, exhaling the smoke as Mordred's eyes narrowed at his actions, reminding her of someone from her past.

"I brought Roronoa Zoro with me, just so you know."

"You found him?"

"Yeah, he was with these two kids but they're not old enough to get in yet."

"Kids?"

"Yeah, some guy with a mock Pirate getup and a pink haired girl with a big ass shield."

"Wait-!"

"And here's our first item of the day," the announcer called out as both Natsu and Salvatore's eyes darted toward the stage. "Right here we have a prime specimen. This man is a former Pirate Captain from the New World so you know he'll be strong enough to carry anything you desire! He's also got the build to be a bodyguard slave once you break him in right!"

The room went dark as two spotlights moved down toward the stage, fluttering across the cloth before it was pulled back to reveal a burly man in chains who appeared horrified to be there.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, what kind of starting bid can we get for LUUUUCUEVAAAAA!"

"One Million Berries!"

"One and a half!"

"Three!"

"And just like that Ladies and Gentlemen the bids are off to an amazing start," the announcer crowed before looking up at a spot above Natsu and Salvatore. "And might I remind you all that today this auction is being broadcast live across the world so let's all not disappoint the viewers at home!"

"Seven Million!"

"NINE!"

"I've got Nine Million Berries Ladies and Gentlemen, Nine Million Berries for the strong and sturdy Lucueva! Going once … Going Twice! GO-!"

Anyone who had even an ounce of understanding to what the Pirate did winced as blood began to pour from Lucueva's mouth. The man coughed once before keeling over as the announcer simply stared at the body before sighing.

"Damn," Salvatore grunted as he flicked some ash off to the side. "Poor bastard bit off his own tongue."

"Wouldn't you?"

"If I was gonna be made a slave, you'd better fucking believe it Dragneel."

"Er … well then," the announcer said awkwardly before clearing his throat. "It seems that we'll be moving on … then."

"Scum," Natsu hissed as Salvatore hummed in agreement.

"Well then, to make up for this rather unfortunate sight Ladies and Gentlemen we've got an extra special treat for you all today," the announcer cried as his tone returned to the one Natsu had come to despise over the course of five minutes.

"I'm this close to killing everyone in this room."

"Might want to hold off on that," Salvatore replied as the curtains closed once again. "Something tells me you'd regret doing that."

"This one is an extra special treat for you all," the announcer shouted as the spotlights began whizzing around the room once again. "Every red-blooded male dreams of even seeing one of these mysterious beauties but today you can own a slice of the exotic for yourself-!"

"No," Natsu gasped as Salvatore raised an eyebrow. "This isn't good at all …"

"From the depths of the sea and straight into your heart and home, the exotic Mermaid CAMIE!"

As the curtains opened up, Natsu winced at seeing the cheerful girl in chains, a bomb collar around her neck and a defeated look in her eyes as she surveyed the crowd. Unfortunately for Natsu and his friends, the crowd exploded with cheers as his ears were assaulted with so many perverse acts, he almost lit the place on fire in anger.

"That's right Ladies and Gentlemen, a real-life Mermaid could be yours to take home TODAY, with bets starting as low as One Hundred Million Berries!"

"One Hundred and Ten!"

"One Thirty!"

"One Fifty!"

"This is ridiculous," Natsu growled as he looked over to Nami who was frozen in shock. "Well? Time to make your bid!"

"R-right," Nami gasped as she shook herself of the rather grim thoughts that had momentarily plagued her. "Three Hundred Million Berries!"

The entire room fell silent, all eyes moving up toward their position. Camie was shocked to see her friends there, a spark of hope entering her eyes until a rather pompous voice spoke mere moments later.

"Five Hundred Million Berries!"

The room was now dead silent, most Nobles immediately sitting down in defeat knowing full well they stood no chance. Indeed, standing up in the high box was Saint Charlos, a perverted grin on his face as his eyes raked over Camie's form.

"One Billion Berries."

Charlos' neck couldn't have snapped back around fast enough as all eyes fell onto Natsu, his cold gaze boring down upon the crowd below as the announcer seemed to find his voice.

"E-er … Sir?"

"What?"

"D-do you actually … do you have a Billion Berries to bid?"

"Yes."

He wasn't lying, the gold he'd taken from Skypeia, the goods Seilah had stolen on her little excursions throughout the world and his own little thefts had brought him a sizeable fortune. After all, he was partially a Dragon and Dragons instinctively hoarded wealth.

"Ngh … One Billion, Two Hundred Million," Charlos snapped prompting Natsu to narrow his eyes at the greedy little false God.

"One Billion, Three Hundred Million."

"Four!"

"Seven."

"FOUR BILLION BERRIES," Charlos roared, panting as if he'd run a marathon as Natsu grit his teeth in frustration.

He had plenty of wealth … but not Four Billion Berries worth.

"W-well then," the announcer stuttered after several moments. "I dare say we won't be finding a bid larger than that one so … so Saint Charlos, you are now the proud owner of this here Mermaid."

"Damn it," Luffy growled. "We can't let them get away with this!"

"Daddy," Charlos' nasally voice cried as the Saint began jumping up and down excitedly. "I goot dat Mermaid all on my owwn!"

"No, you haven't."

The entire room froze, all eyes looking up at Natsu who's eyes were now far beyond the cold look they had before. If the crowd didn't know any better he would start firing out ice beams, his sneer strong enough to start up a blizzard as he clenched his fists and began marching toward the stairs.

"N-nyuu! N-Natsu, what are you doing," Hachi gasped prompting him to freeze mid-step.

"You know what I'm gonna do, Hachi. We discussed this before coming here."

"N-no! You can't do it," Hachi cried out as Natsu moved to continue only for Hachi to grab onto him and try to hold him back.

Unfortunately for Hachi, Natsu was so strong that his added strength literally didn't even register as he marched down the stairs, inching closer and closer toward the front.

"You've got to stop Natsu before you do something you'll regret-!"

In his attempt to shake the Octopus Fishman off of him, Natsu accidentally knocked Hachi's extra arms out from his jacket. The slip up prompted one of the nearby Noblewomen to screech in horror as Hachi froze in place.

"KYAAAA!"

"ITS HIDEOUS!"

"A FISHMAN!"

"DISGUSTING"

"SOMEONE GET IT OUT OF HERE!"

"GO BACK TO THE SEA YOU BEAST!"

Once again, Natsu froze in place however this time his rage was directed toward the crowd and their racist attitude toward Hachi. Despite choosing not to listen to the Octopus Fishman, Natsu knew he was a decent being and was certainly not deserving of the vile insults being hurled his way.

"Enough of this," the announcer snapped. "GUARDS, SEIZE THAT MAN!"

Natsu didn't even register the men on their approach, too busy trying to reign in his rapidly building rage at the sheer lack of decency in this place. He wasn't even aware of Luffy charging past him, beating up the guards and making a break for the stage.

"Look at them … they're no better than animals."

"Primitive beasts."

"We should kill them."

Mordred was the first to notice that something was wrong as a small smirk made its way onto her Master's face. She knew nothing about this situation was laughable however there was only one reason she could think of as to why he'd be smiling in such a way.

Before she even had a chance to take so much as a step, a gunshot rang out. Her eyes snapped toward the sound before widening as she saw Hachi begin to slowly drop. The Fishman tumbled down several steps before coming to a stop just past Natsu's still frozen form.

Luffy, having also heard the shot, turned around and froze. Seeing Hachi, someone who had done everything in his power to help them from the moment they'd saved him, lying face down with blood oozing from a wound he felt something within him snap.

"About time someone shot that beast," one of the Nobles muttered as her neighbour laughed.

"Shouldn't have left the ocean."

"Did yoo see dat Father," Charlos cried out as he began jumping up and down from his new position near the top of the stairs. "I shot it which means I get it foor free!"

Luffy clenched his fist and looked up at Charlos, a furious expression in his eyes as he slowly began walking back up the stairs. Walking past Natsu, he didn't even notice the almost dangerous levels of heat around him and continued on up to confront the Saint.

Just as he was about to fully get past Natsu however, several hands grabbed onto his own and held him back. Looking downward sharply, Luffy saw that it was Hachi holding him back and inwardly winced at the teary look he was being given.

"Straw Hat …"

"Hachi …"

"Please Straw Hat … don't … get upset," Hachi ground out between deep breaths. "I was just too careless, that's all. You all promised me when we got here … that even if someone was shot right before your eyes by a Celestial … you wouldn't do anything!"

"Ngh-!"

"Besides, I used to be a Pirate who did many terrible things to good people. A Fate like this … I had it coming," Hachi gasped as his grip grew tighter. "But … I'm sorry, I never wanted this to happen. I just wanted … wanted to make up for all the cruel things I did to Nami but … as always … I just screwed it up like always!"

"Hachi," Nami gasped as she tried to hold herself together from the Fishman's words.

"I'm sorry, all I wanted was to help you all … I'M SO SORRY!"

"Even after I shot yoo, yoo keep on blabbering," Charlos snapped as he pointed his gun at Hachi's downed form. "Yoo're annoying!"

Charlos narrowed his eyes as Lufy moved to stand in front of Hachi protectively.

"Yoo, what's with that look of yoors!?"

Luffy's face conveyed only one expression, raw fury. Rising to his feet with his fists clenched, Luffy continued marching up the stairs as Hachi's arms lost their grip due to his current state.

"S-Straw Hat …"

"Are yoo looking at me," Charlos roared as he aimed his gun directly at Luffy who got closer and closer.

"Oi," Salvatore muttered to Mordred. "Is this kid seriously gonna do what I think he's gonna do?"

"Yep."

"Yoo are annoying too," Charlos snapped as he fired several rounds from the golden gun only for Luffy to dodge them at point blank range, a feat that surprised even Mordred who was unaware that he had increased his reaction speed to such a level.

Planting his foot firmly on the last step, Luffy cocked back his right arm and delivered a brutal punch to the face of the Celestial Dragon. The entire crowd was frozen stiff as Luffy's punch sent the Saint skidding through several rows of seats, ripping up the ground as he went, only to crash into the back wall.

"Wh-what has that kid done," one of the Nobles gasped as the remaining two Celestial Dragons rose from their seats in shock.

"He struck a Celestial Dragon!"

"YOU," Rosward roared as he pointed directly at Luffy. "HOW DARE YOU STRIKE YOUR BETTERS, FILTH! I'LL HAVE THIS ENTIRE ISLAND REDUCED TO DUST FOR THIS-!"

"Oh shut up."

Rosward's gaze snapped to Natsu who was now looking at him with a murderous gaze. The Celestial Dragon however, believing himself to be above him, moved out into the stairwell and drew a similar golden gun to the one Charlos had.

"You beast, how DARE you demand something of me!"

"How dare I? How dare YOU," Natsu roared as a pressure came down upon the entire area that had everyone struggling to stand save for Salvatore whose eyes were wide in shock. "How dare you assume the title of God, mortal scum!"

"Insolent little brat," Rosward growled as he fired off several shots only for Natsu to raise his right hand and stop all the bullets in their tracks. "What-!"

"Enough of this shit and enough of you false Gods," Natsu growled as he walked over and plucked the bullets out of the air. "Time to make an example out of you!"

"D-don't let him touch Saint Rosward," the announcer screeched only for the pressure in the room to effectively double, preventing any aid from reaching the shocked Celestial Dragon.

Grabbing the man by the neck, Natsu slowly lifted him into the air as his free hand pointed toward Saint Shalria who immediately began shrieking whilst being lifted right out of her seat.

"Saber!"

"Yes Master," Mordred replied swiftly as she dashed to her Master's side.

"Round up all the slavers and have them bound on the stage, the announcer at the head of them!"

"Of course," she replied with a nod as Natsu stalked over toward the stage, tossing Rosward on it with considerable force.

"You there, camera guy," Natsu snapped as he looked up at the man operating the Video Snail. "Is that still live!?"

"Y-yes!"

"Good," he replied with a sadistic smirk as the entire room began to shake. "Well now Ladies and Gentlemen of the world, time for you to tune into something a little more educational and informative!"

Many in the crowd screamed as sections of the building were ripped away, all of it being dragged toward the stage and smashed together into what appeared to be some kind of makeshift effigy.

"Now I suppose introductions aren't in order since my Bounty is rather high however just to be on the safe side I'll do so anyway. My name is Natsu Dragneel, and I am what you would all classify as a God!"

"Nonsense," Rosward snapped as he tried to rise to his feet. "The only Gods in this world are those of us who founded the World Government over eight hundred years ago!"

"Yes, I've heard that little story," Natsu scoffed as he brought Rosward closer. "About how a bunch of pathetic Humans thought themselves better than the rest of their kind and chose to set about cementing their position of power through lies and corruption!"

"You know NOTHING-!"

"Be silent," Natsu's voice boomed as Rosward was slammed into the stage. "People of the world it is high time you woke up and realized something crucial, something that these supposed 'Saints' don't want you to know!"

"Oi, Master," Mordred's voice called out as the last slaver was dropped onto the stage. "This is the last one."

"Very good," Natsu grinned as he walked over toward the announcer. "Now then, let's start with a little lesson on mortality …"

Raising his right leg, Natsu stomped down hard on the announcers pinned arm, severing it in the process as the man openly began to thrash about whilst screaming. With an unsympathetic look, Natsu kicked the man in the ribs as blood began pouring out of his mouth.

"Look at this announcer. See the way his body bleeds as I inflict damage upon it. Look at the way he screams as I hurt him more for his crimes!"

Another kick had the man sobbing as the crowd watched on in shock. He spared a glance toward his friends and noticed Nami and Chopper had opted not to look but the rest looked on with either indifference to the man's suffering or in the case of Zoro, Sanji, Brook, Franky and surprisingly Luffy, approval.

"This trash is what we would classify as a mortal make Human," Natsu continued before looking over at Saint Rosward who had gone white as a sheet. "Now behold Ladies and Gentlemen as I unveil to you the lies of the Celestials firsthand!"

Placing his foot firmly on the back of Rosward's legs, Natsu applied pressure gradually as the Saint began to cry out in pain. Grinning as he heard the beginning of a cracking sound, Natsu then ramped up the pressure resulting in a resounding crack sound.

Rosward screamed as Natsu broke his legs with nothing more than his raw strength, the mere concept of begging for his life not even an option as he felt the beast atop him grind the broken bones into dust using his heel.

"Do you see it? Do you see how the scum screams so beautifully," Natsu asked softly before adjusting his foothold and using his right hand to manipulate the rest of his body. "A real God would not have been so easily subdued by me, rather they would have fought back with Aura, a power exclusive to Gods!"

Grabbing Rosward's arms, Natsu grinned as he began to pull them outward in a way arms certainly weren't meant to go. Again, Rosward screamed however there would be no help for him as he tried to plead for mercy over his resounding sobs.

"Look at how I can break him," Natsu whispered as blood began to escape from where his elbows had since snapped. "Oh, and what's this substance leaking from our good infallible God? Well it obviously couldn't be blood now could it, not from a Godlike entity such as a Celestial Dragon!?"

With one final twist, Rosward found his arms fully broken, tossed lazily to the ground as he felt Natsu get off of him and move to stand next to his head.

"Of course, merely showing you he can bleed probably isn't enough to prove he isn't a God, right? After all, everything bleeds Ladies and Gentlemen, even Gods," Natsu sighed as he turned around and knelt down to Rosward's level, cupping the man's cheeks whilst making slight shushing sounds. "Hey hey … its ok, I know it probably hurts lots. But you're a God so obviously you'll just regenerate from this or use a power none of us have ever heard of before to save yourself?"

Rosward wanted to spit at the man, he truly did. Unfortunately, his body was more or less broken by the savage with little hope of fixing it. He couldn't even move his arms or legs to try and escape, both being shattered beyond repair as the madman grinned down at him.

"You know, there is a term for those who are pathetic liars and useless fakers," Natsu continued as he rose from his crouched position. "We call your kind, mongrels. A fitting term for beasts devoid of Human emotion, isn't it?"

Rosward began to cry as he felt his broken body be lifted into the air by the same force that had lifted Shalria. He was lifted up high until he was floating above the crowd and then, to the shock of everyone, Natsu also took flight to reach his level.

"But enough about that, I'm sure everyone back home is interested to know the exact reason as to why you and they are not so different," Natsu continued cheerily as he floated toward the camera before grabbing Rosward by the back of the neck. "Ladies and Gentlemen, today I proudly present to you-!"

The entire crowd screamed as Natsu ripped Rosward's head off his shoulders with one hand, his entire spinal cord coming out with it as he moved to hold it in front of the camera.

"-the human spine!"

"Damn," Salvatore muttered under his breath. "I knew he was cold but that's just brutal, even by my standards."

"But that's not all everyone," Natsu laughed as one of his hands seemed to dig into the scalp of Rosward, ripping it off as if it were nothing but a mask. "He even has the same skull as you, what a coincidence!"

Flying back over to the stage, Natsu impaled the skull onto a makeshift pike as he moved toward Shalria who could only whimper in response. Her outright fear of him only increased his amusement as his eyes unconsciously began to glow Aqua Blue.

"That's right, not so tough now that you've been shown your place. To think a mere Human thought she could play at being a God, how foolish.

Shalria screamed as Natsu lifted her up and shook her violently with many of her possessions falling out of her pockets, including one of those golden pistols they all seemed to use.

"Hm, that's an idea."

Picking up the pistol, Natsu examined it closely only to notice the glare being sent his way by Shalria. Raising an eyebrow, he pulled the Celestial Dragon closer, placing the barrel of the pistol up against her forehead.

"What's with the glare? Did I do something wrong, false God?"

"That weapon is not meant for such lowly hands!"

"Is that right," Natsu hummed as he pulled it away, much to her relief. "Well then, I suppose I should give it back then?"

Shalria was about to retort however her mouth only elicited a sharp cry as Natsu pierced through her lower body with the front of the barrel. In fact, the area he had pierced was entirely calculated, a dark smile on his face as she heard him flip the safety.

"By doing this, I do this world a favour."

Firing the gun, Shalria screeched at the top of her lungs as the bullet pierced through her womb. Enhanced by Aura, the bullet ripped the entire right side of her reproductive system to shreds and passed cleanly out her lower back.

"Filth like you don't deserve the right to reproduce, let alone live," Natsu sneered as he ripped the gun out of her and grabbed her face with his free hand. "However, its not like you wouldn't do the same to the supposed commoners if given the choice so who really cares?"

Sticking the bloodied barrel in her mouth, Shalria's eyes were wide with fear as it was crammed roughly down her throat. Eventually, Natsu had managed to force the entire thing down there, much to his own sick amusement as the Saint coughed violently.

"Now then, time for the finale!"

Holding up his free hand, Natsu began manipulating Gravity once more however no one could tell exactly what he was doing. It wasn't until gunshots began to ring out that they all wizened up to his rather brutal torture method.

The gun had begun offloading all its remaining bullets, all laced with Aura as her body was blasted apart. Bits of bone, meat and sinew rained across the area as her body was lifted up roughly and thrown at the makeshift effigy.

"Let this be a warning to the rest of you scum living in the bigoted 'Holy Land' that this kind of shit will no longer be tolerated on these seas! So long as I live and roam them I won't stand for the shit you Celestial Dragons try to pull!"

By this point Natsu had begun lifting the remaining debris around him, fashioning it into sharp weapons that now hovered above each and every last Noble in the auction. Raising his right arm he was clearly preparing their execution when a sudden blast seemed to knock out the majority of people in the room.

Natsu froze at the sudden burst, knowing full well the kind of power that would have had a hand in knocking out so many people. From behind him, a shadow could be seen as an elderly man came into view. To the horror of those still conscious however, two monstrous hands emerged from the wall above the old man as a Giant ripped himself a path through.

"Well now, it appears we've walked into quite a situation," the old man chuckled. "What do you think, Giant?"

"I think this is all ridiculous and none of my business."

"Heh, figured as much," the old man replied as he pulled out a metal flask and went to drink from it only to find it empty. "Ah, right. Forgot that I was out of sake."

The man laughed however Natsu could tell he was a massive threat. His power was concealed, he could tell since the brief burst from what was undoubtedly Conqueror's Haki was chock full of Aura and the old man didn't seem the slightest bit intimidated by his own power that was currently in flux.

The situation had just spun out of his control and, despite the old man's monstrous presence, he could also feel the forces of the World Government rapidly mobilizing and knew he didn't have much time to get everything he needed done.

/Meanwhile – Marineford/

The entire top brass that weren't Servants were utterly speechless at what they had just witnessed. After Monkey D Luffy struck Saint Charlos, an Admiral was already planned to be dispatched however after witnessing the torture and murder of Saint Rosward and Saint Shalria … High Command were at a loss for words.

Except for Esdeath, she was currently trying to control a furious nosebleed whilst declaring herself excited over Natsu's actions, much to the chagrin of her Master who was anything but calm given the current situation.

"As devastating as this situation is, we cannot afford to dispatch more than one top officer," Rider said firmly as a loud grumbling noise could be heard coming from the other end. "You all know as well as I do that Marineford needs the bulk of our forces right now!"

"I must agree with Rider, the situation is far too volatile to allow more than one to go," Sengoku chimed in as the voice again grumbled.

"The Celestial Dragons are in an uproar, demanding the heads of Dragneel and Monkey D Luffy. How am I supposed to guarantee them that when you won't dispatch the necessary forces!?"

"Hmm. Seems to me like this is a bit of a quandary," a new voice chimed. "It seems however that I can handle this situation."

"Is that so," Rider said with what sounded like relief. "Of course, you dispatched your Servant to Sabaody, didn't you?"

"A favour for Ryker," the man replied as he sipped some tea. "Of course, now it seems that'll work in our favour since I heard Major Villers is still there too."

"Indeed he is," Rider said slowly as a plan began to form in his mind. "Sengoku, where would Ruler and Kuma be at this current point in time?"

"Ruler has returned here upon the request of Kong, Kuma however …"

"Is already there."

"How do you know that?"

"My Servant just told me he's been on Sabaody for at least four hours now."

"Then it appears we have work to do gentlemen," Rider said sternly before looking over at Sengoku. "How many ships can you spare?"

"Five."

"Good, then I shall send out some of Vegapunk's latest technological marvels," Rider replied with a slight grin. "I've heard these have been quite good in all field tests so this is the perfect opportunity to see them in action."

"I'll arrange to have the ships ready to go within the hour," Sengoku replied before looking over at the man seated across from him. "Remember, do not underestimate Dragneel. Despite what many within our forces believe he is most certainly one of the most powerful threats against us right now."

"Define exactly how high," the man replied curiously prompting Sengoku to hum in thought.

"If he is at full strength … then he would be as strong as one of the Four Emperors," the Fleet Admiral replied as the man's eyebrows rose in surprise.

"Hmm, how interesting. No wonder Kuzan said he gave up," the man replied as he finished off the last of his tea and rose to his feet. "Well then, guess I'll be back soon."

The man waved and left, leaving Sengoku and Rider alone for the moment. Looking out the window, Sengoku could only sigh at the massive headache this incident could cause.

/Elsewhere In Marineford/

"Vice Admiral Garp, this is undoubtedly him!"

"Oh yeah, that's him alright," Garp replied as he looked at the stilled image of the old man standing on the stage near Natsu.

"What should we do?"

"Do? What do you think we can do against someone like the Dark King at a time like this?"

"Huh …?"

"Think about it like this," Garp sighed. "You already have our forces stretched thin due to the impending war, then you have the various fronts we're fighting on elsewhere. Now that pink haired man there is Natsu Dragneel, a man who is said to be good friends with Red Hair and we all know anyone who that man keeps as company is usually powerful. Now imagine that Dragneel alone could obliterate the entirety of Sabaody and its surrounding islands with an attack so large it could reshape the area, then almost double that because of his Assistant Seilah."

"Wh-what!?"

"Now think about this, boy," Garp grinned as he munched down on a cracker and spun around in his chair to look out the window. "The Dark King is likely as powerful as them, maybe even more so since he was Roger's right hand."

"S-so … we do nothing?"

"Yep. Let Sengoku send out one of the Admirals to deal with this and you'll learn just how volatile this situation is. If not handled properly, Dragneel could fly off the handle and kill tens of thousands of troops, his Assistant could or the Dark King could decide to take the fight to us alongside them. None of these options are ones we need."

"Y-you're right Sir," the Marine gasped as Garp sighed and held up the empty bag.

"Oi, give me more!"

"Sir, you could at least take this seriously!"

"Nah, I'm too old to be worrying about upcoming battles," the man replied dismissively as the Marine slowly left the room.

The second he was gone, Garp's grin was replaced by a deep frown as he looked at the still of Luffy striking the Celestial Dragon. His Grandson had made a bold statement to be sure however it was what followed that had him the most concerned.

"You'd better not let my Grandson get hurt Dragneel …"

Hope you all enjoyed and I'll see you in the next one!