"You...You," Boa Hancock uttered, her voice catching in the depths of surprise and disbelief. The Admiral had transported them to a small library, and Nico Robin, catching sight of both a Warlord and an Admiral appearing a few feet away from her, wisely retreated, closing the door behind her. The towering shelves of books surrounded them, creating an intimate space where their worlds collided.
Kizaru, defying his usual nonchalant demeanor, knelt before her with a grace that seemed to bridge the gap between their worlds. He took her hand delicately, a touch that sent an unexpected warmth through her. In a state of disbelief, Boa watched as he pressed his lips lightly to her hand, a gesture both tender and unforeseen. Then, with surprising sincerity, he placed his forehead against her hand.
Emotions surged within Boa Hancock, a tumultuous sea of conflicting feelings. The GOAT, the man she loved, the champion of freedom—was he also Kizaru, the enforcer of oppression, the puppet of the Celestial Dragons?
The scent surrounding him, however, was familiar. She could recognize it amongst thousands—she had stolen his disco vest, a cherished memento she sniffed every day and slept with.
"Sit, Hancock."
She did as she was told.
Deciding to entrust her with the most intimate chapters of his life, Kizaru took a deep breath before unraveling the tangled threads of his existence. He began with the surreal moment he had awoken one day in the body of Kizaru, initially finding humor in the absurdity of the situation. However, as he delved deeper, the laughter faded, giving way to the harsh reality of the world.
With a captivating mix of vulnerability and determination, he spoke of his subtle interventions—how he had taken on the role of a mentor, teaching the Marines, and subtly challenging the oppressive system from within. His told her how realized that people were not mere fictional characters, as he once believed. The witnessing of suffering had pierced through the veil of detachment. He unveiled his audacious project—the "Enlightenment." With fervor in his voice, Kizaru detailed his plan to liberate slaves, creating a haven on Voltaire's island where freedom would reign. The mere mention of it carried a revolutionary fervor, a desire to reshape the world in the image of justice.
And then, with a gravity that underscored the magnitude of his intentions, he confessed his ultimate goal—to bring about the collapse of the World Government from within. The revelation hung in the air, a daring vision that bordered on the unimaginable.
He looked at her, the fear evident in his gaze, unsure of her reaction.
"Do you believe me?" he asked, as if fearing that his revelations would shatter the love between them.
"Of course, I do. If I couldn't trust the man I love, what would be the point of loving him?" Boa declared with unwavering conviction. The atmosphere crackled with the electric tension of newfound understanding.
She gently cupped Kizaru's head in her hands, the warmth of her touch a comforting anchor amidst the storm of revelations.
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Their eyes locked, two souls bound by the unspoken promise of acceptance and shared destiny. In a moment pregnant with meaning, Boa leaned in, and their lips met in a tender kiss. As their lips met in that tender kiss, the atmosphere shifted, the electric tension between them transforming into an undeniable passion. Boa's touch on Kizaru's head intensified, her fingers threading through his hair with a gentle urgency.
The kiss, initially soft and tender, grew heavier, fueled by the unspoken desires that had lingered beneath the surface. Their mouths moved in a rhythmic dance, each movement a silent declaration of the newfound intensity between them.
"Kizaru…", Hancock Panted. Her face was flushed, and her heart raced with anticipation.
In response, Kizaru wrapped his arms around her and drew her close, her lithe form fitting perfectly against his own. His hands roamed over her curves, the feel of her body sending waves of pleasure through him.
"I want you." The words escaped his lips before he could stop himself, his voice thick with desire.
Hancock gasped, her eyes widening. A moment later, she pulled away from him, and for a terrifying moment, Kizaru thought she was going to leave. Instead, she smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"You've always wanted me."
She stepped back, a wicked grin spreading across her face. She slowly began to remove her clothing, the silky fabric sliding off her smooth skin. Kizaru grabbed her by the shoulder, and they appeared in a bedroom.
He pushed her onto the bed, his own clothes disappearing.
He climbed on top of her, his body pressing against hers. His mouth found hers, kissing her deeply. She moaned, arching her back as his hands caressed her breasts. He trailed kisses down her neck, her body writhing beneath his touch. He moved lower, his tongue teasing her nipple. She gasped, her fingers digging into his back.
He continued his exploration, his lips trailing over her stomach, her thighs. He reached her core, his tongue lapping at her wetness. She cried out, her hips bucking as his fingers slid inside her. He teased her, bringing her to the edge and then pulling back.
Finally, he could no longer hold back. He entered her, his cock filling her completely. She moaned, her body moving in time with his thrusts. They moved together, their bodies becoming one. Their movements became more frantic, the passion building.
"Don't stop," she gasped, her body shuddering. "Please don't stop."
He didn't, thrusting harder and faster until she was screaming his name. He followed soon after, his release flooding her.
They lay there for a moment, their breathing heavy. They gazed into each other's eyes, the depth of their connection clear. He rolled over, his arms wrapping around her, their bodies fitting together perfectly.
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Nico Robin observed the eclectic assembly gathered around the table with a sense of surrealism, as if she had stumbled into the prelude of a particularly strange joke. A Marine admiral, a super-beautiful Warlord, an archaeologist declared dead by the government, a doctor reindeer, a Pasteur with pads on his hands, and an exhibitionist cyborg—all convened to discuss revolution.
In the midst of this unlikely group, Kizaru took the floor. With his usual nonchalant demeanor, he laid out his plan. In three months, they would launch an attack on Big Mom, and it would be the opportune moment for Kuma to dispatch all one hundred teachers with the revolutionary books to villages in the Blues. The catch: they needed to complete the books before the month's end.
Dragon's eyes widened with a mix of shock and unrestrained joy at the sight of his old friend. Kuma, once a trusted ally, had vanished into the abyss of government machinations, and Dragon had feared the worst.
"Kuma," Dragon exclaimed, a genuine smile breaking across his stern face. "I thought you were gone, lost to us."
Kuma nodded solemnly. "I was saved from a fate worse than death," he intoned, his voice not anymore monotone.
Dragon's eyes narrowed with curiosity. "Saved? By whom?"
Kuma's gaze met Dragon's, and a flicker of gratitude passed over his features. "By the GOAT."
The mention of the GOAT stirred a spark of recognition in Dragon's eyes. The mysterious figure had become a legend among the Revolutionary Army. Whispers of a savior, an elusive individual who freed slaves from the clutches of the Celestial Dragons, delivering them into the hands of the revolutionaries, had circulated among their ranks. Some even compared him to the legends of Nika. Dragon, who knew the Disco Man existed, had often wondered about the enigmatic figure's identity and motivations. Now, it seemed the GOAT had extended his reach to save Kuma.
"Then, I am happy for you, my friend !", smiled Dragon.
The Buccaneer smiled, and added "And the GOAT has a surprise for you and the revolutionary army, to help them in their battle".
He took out two small booked, titled "Propaganda" and "The Art of War".
In the command room of Marine Headquarters, Fleet Admiral Sengoku stood at the head of a large table, adorned with maps and strategic charts. The dimly lit room was filled with high-ranking officers and strategists, their faces marked by the gravity of the situation. Sengoku's stern expression conveyed the weight of the impending operation.
"Listen closely, everyone," Sengoku began, his deep voice cutting through the hushed atmosphere. "Big Mom's forces have been severely weakened in their conflict against Kaido. They've lost more than 30% of their strength. Two of the Four Sweet Commanders, Charlotte Cracker and Charlotte Snack, have already met their end. Furthermore, tomorrow, a third of the crew's heavy hitter will be trying to retake a territory of them from Kaido - they left Whole Cake Island yesterday"
The room fell into a contemplative silence as the officers absorbed the critical information. Sengoku continued, his gaze sweeping across the room.
"Tomorrow, at 04:00 AM, ten Marine battleships led by rear- to vice-admiral and the Warlords's crews will launch a coordinated assault on Whole Cake Island. It's a crucial moment, and our goal is to exploit the vulnerability in Big Mom's forces."
He gestured to the maps as he spoke, outlining the strategic points and the anticipated movements of both the Marines and Big Mom's crew.
"At 04:02, a specialized force will be deployed at the heart of Whole Cake Island using the Door-Door fruit. This force, led by Admiral Kizaru, will include Admiral Aokiji, Vice Admiral Garp, and a selection of seven other vice admirals, such as Tsuru, Dalmatians, Momonga, and Dobermann. Additionally, we'll have more than twenty rear admirals, the CP9 agents, and Kizaru's Blades of Lights as support"
Sengoku's gaze lingered on each face in the room, ensuring the gravity of the mission was fully understood.
"Aokiji and Garp will handle the remaining Sweet Commanders. As soon as they are done, they should rush to Admiral Kizaru to support him if things don't go as planned. Admiral Kizaru, will be tasked with taking down Big Mom herself. Lastly, Vice-Admiral Dalmatian will wear with him a transponder snail, trying to record the confrontation. We won't broadcast it in live in case it fails. But if it does not…This is a decisive operation, and the success of our assault could reshape the power dynamics in the New World."
"Gentleman, tomorrow, we go to war !"
Kizaru, in less than a tenth of a second after putting his foot on Whole Cake Island, localized his cible then teleported with the poneglyph to Voltaire's island, and came back. Then, he put on his grim smile : he had an unpleasant job to do. He activated Vegapunk's Voice Modifier, and put it on his throat.
"Wake-up Linlin"
Big Mom awoke with a start, her eyes fluttering open as the remnants of her dreams faded away. The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing on the walls. Confused, she tried to sit up, only to freeze in place. Before her, bathed in an eerie light, stood Mother Carmel.
The sight struck Big Mom like a thunderbolt. Her eyes widened in disbelief, her heart racing as her mind struggled to comprehend the impossible. Mother Carmel, who had vanished so mysteriously on that fateful day, was now right in front of her. The shock paralyzed her, rendering her unable to move or speak.
"You disappoint me, Linlin," Mother Carmel's voice echoed, a tone of disapproval laced with sorrow. Big Mom's breath caught in her throat, and she couldn't tear her gaze away from the figure before her.
Mm…MM…MoThER CaRMel waS in FrOnt oF HER and
"Ama no Iwato" Borsalino unleashed a formidable laser beam in the shape of a monkey head, propelling it towards Big Mom with extraordinary force. The powerful laser beam inflicted considerable pain upon Big Mom, jolting her from her stupor and bringing a semblance of awareness back to her.
"You…Kizaru !"
"You are a failure, Linlin. Tell Zeus, Prometheus and Napoleon to go to sleep.", added the illusion of Mother Carmel, shocking Big Mom again.
"Go…gO tO SLeeP…" she whispered. Why was mother Carmel…here ? And She WaS alIvE ?
"Yasakani no Magatama". Borsalino crossed his arms in front of him, utilizing both hands to unleash a torrent of deadly light particles that inflicted severe damage upon Big Mom.
"I should not have helped you, Linlin. You are a bad girl", added Mother Carmel.
"Ama no Murakumo".
As Katakuri's Observation Haki registered the arrival of two dozen formidable individuals, popping into existence at the heart of the island, a surge of urgency coursed through him. His eyes widened in realization, and without a moment's hesitation, he leaped into action, abandoning the calm solitude of his chamber.
The distant rumble of an explosion reverberated through the air.
"INTRUDERS! An attack!" Katakuri's thunderous scream echoed through the air. And then, for the first time, he felt in his Haki an incomprehensible feeling. His mother, Big Mom, was sad…and terrified8 How could she ?! His exited his room, running toward his mom, when he was suddenly projected by a strong impact.
Someone…touched him ? Him ! The Observation King ?
Vice Admiral Garp appeared with an unusual seriousness.
"Don't think about going anywhere, boy. I'll be your opponent."
Trafalgar Law tensed, remembering Borsalino's...strange instructions. But then, he may have worn a lieutenant's uniform, but it was Admiral Kizaru to whom he was loyal, not the navy. It was Kizaru who promised to kill Doflamingo - not the Marines, who just made him an untouchable Warlord. And Law was beginning to understand that loyalty to the Marines and loyalty to Kizaru wasn't exactly the same thing. Checking that no other marines were around, he approached with a Soru, and felled Khalifa with a sword blow to the back. Only three left - Kizaru had said he'd take care of the others himself, in the confusion.
Aokiji clashed with Charlotte Smoothie, ice meeting juice in a fierce elemental battle. "Your tricks won't save you!" she roared. He charged, conjuring massive ice spikes. Smoothie countered with a haki-powered kick, deflecting the attack.
Aokiji smirked, "Impressive, but let's see how you handle the chill."
Aokiji unleashed an arctic cyclone, encasing Smoothie. Undeterred, she burst forth, countering with a razor-sharp torrent off kicks
Sanji wasn't sure how to feel...but he didn't have time to think. He narrowly dodged the blow, and his leg connected with Charlotte Angel's jaw.
Fortunately, thanks to Admiral Kizaru, he was no longer sexist - between the guilt-inducing discos and the Admiral forcing him to hit Khalifa under Tekkai, he no longer had a problem treating women like the worthy and dangerous adversaries they were.
"Aaaaaaaah", screamed Nami, using Soru to flee from the pirate that was trying to hack her to death