Chapter 19 - The Yeet Admiral


"Yes…Just like that...No, rewind a little…Yes, take of this shot, we see the illusion of Mother Carmel…Don't show it ! Change the shot, there...Perfect! We just have to make a reshot or two with my illusions and it will be perfect ! Now, while the news spreads, if we broadcast it in the next four hours, we'll be able to call it live!"

Kizaru said, after teaching the basics of assembly to his faithful servant...um...he meant, the loyal Commodore Boghu, in charge of public relations.


To Morgan's delight, the Navy had just made an announcement to all the journalists. In a few minutes, a "special event" would be broadcast to all Marine bases equipped with the Den Den Mushi originally installed for Kizaru's courses. And everyone - Marines, citizens, journalists - was invited.

He even went personally to the nearest base to attend the event. Silence fell as the screen lit up and…


Boa Hancock watched the screen, placed in the middle of the arena of Amazon Lily. Her eyes fixated on the unfolding spectacle. The radiant brilliance of Kizaru's light-speed attacks left her breathless. As the beams of light sliced through the air, she couldn't help but gush about the sheer power and grace of the Admiral she admired so deeply.

"Oh, Kizaru-san," she swooned, a dreamy expression on her face. "His light is as dazzling as his strength! How fortunate am I to witness such magnificence!"

"ALL HAIL KIZARU-SAMA" screamed all the Kuja Warrior, briefed by their empress.


Meanwhile, Shanks the Red observed the scene with a stern and serious demeanor. Beckman, next to him, lighted a cigarette.

"Ama no Iwato"

His sharp eyes scanned every movement, analyzing the situation with a strategic focus. The intensity of the battle reflected in his unwavering gaze, and he pondered the implications of Kizaru's extraordinary abilities.

"Hmm," Shanks mused, his voice low and contemplative. "He is…different."


"Gurarararararararara"

Ace winced as he heard the screams of pain of the Empress. Why did she sound so…terrified ?!"

"Yasakani no Magatama"

"Gurarararara! Well done, kiddo!" he bellowed, slapping his knee. "The seas are full of unpredictable twists, and this, my children, is one of the most surprising!"


The journalist, who had been watching the fight for twenty minutes - sometimes switching POV with Aokiji vs Pudding or the Hero of Marine vs Katakuri, couldn't take it anymore. Morgan, an avid viewer and aesthete, was pleasantly surprised by the dynamism of the video and the sequence of shots. How had he done it?

He held his breath, along with all the other journalists, as Kizaru summoned a huge sword of Light.

"Ama no Murakumo".

The admiral brought the blade down on Big Mom's neck as she fell to the ground.


Doflamingo held back a shudder as he saw Big Mom's head separate from her body and roll to the ground.

The Empress was dead...and he hated the person who had killed her. He hated Kizaru, almost as much as he was now terrified of him. He was going to have to rethink his plan to kill the admiral... or even suspend it altogether.


In the liberated streets of the once-oppressed territories of the Empress, the cheers of the citizens reverberated through the air as they rejoiced in the fall of Big Mom. The people watched the scene of decapitation in awe and relief as the symbol of their suffering met her end.

Suddenly, the camera zoomed in on a figure standing amidst the chaos – Admiral Kizaru. The crowd fell silent, captivated by the stoic and formidable presence of the Marine officer. Kizaru's expression was calm, almost indifferent, as if he had expected nothing less.

In a cinematic close-up, the camera focused on Kizaru's face. His eyes, sharp and unwavering, locked onto the lens with an intensity that sent shivers down the spines of those watching. Slowly and deliberately, Kizaru reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette.

The atmosphere heightened as the crowd held its breath, anticipating the next move of the Admiral. Kizaru's finger glowed with a fiery red as he ignited the end of the cigarette with a nonchalant flick. The cigarette lit up in the dimly lit square, casting an eerie glow on Kizaru's face.

In a voice that cut through the silence like a blade, Kizaru declared, "The reign of the Empress Big Mom has come to an end." His words carried a weight that resonated with finality, and the crowd erupted into a fresh wave of cheers. Kizaru took a leisurely drag from his cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke that seemed to symbolize the dispersal of the darkness that had gripped the occupied islands.

"People of the world, today marks the end of a dark chapter," Kizaru began, his words carrying the weight of unwavering conviction. "Big Mom's reign of oppression has been extinguished because she enslaved populations, pressing the little people under the weight of her tyranny."

He paused, allowing the gravity of the situation to sink in before continuing, "Justice prevails when the oppressed rise against their oppressors. It is our duty to protect the innocent, to ensure that the weak are not trampled upon by the powerful. As long as I am here, as long as justice demands, I will not stand idly by while the innocent suffer."

Kizaru's gaze shifted to the screen, a piercing stare that seemed to penetrate the very soul of anyone who dared to engage in criminal activities. The camera zoomed in on his face, capturing the intensity of his resolve.

"To those who seek to exploit and oppress, to those who would dare to enslave and harm the innocent, hear me now," Kizaru declared, his voice firm and commanding. "If you engage in such despicable acts, know that I will find you. I will deliver punishment swiftly and without mercy, for I am the Harbinger of Justice. For I am the Shield of the Weaks and the Blade that strikes Monsters. For I am Admiral Kizaru"

As the weight of his words hung in the air, the screen transitioned into darkness, leaving a powerful silence in its wake.


Saint Saturn was divided. In the one hand, the end that met Big Mom was more than a good news.

On the other hand, he really, really did not like Borsalino's little speech.

He took his Den-Den Mushi, and called Kong.


In the private karaoke room, Boa couldn't contain her excitement, grabbing the microphone like it was the key to Kizaru's heart - which she already had, but, well. "Kizaru-san, get ready to have your eardrums serenaded by the Queen of Love!" she declared, unleashing a love ballad that would make even Cupid blush.

Once she was done, Admiral Kizaru, the chill master, took the mic with a shrug. As the beat dropped, he unleashed a light-themed rap that had the room in stitches.

"I'm Admiral K, speed of light, so bright,
Justice in my heart, gotta keep it light.
Beams so sharp, like a laser sword,
In the world of chill, I'm the reigning lord."

He dropped the mike.


Lieutenants Sanji and Zoro lay side by side on neighboring beds, both wrapped in bandages from head to toe.

Sanji, propped up on his elbows, shot Zoro a smug look. "Well, Marimo, it seems like the ladies from Whole Cake Island hit me harder than you. They couldn't resist my charm, you know."

Zoro, wincing as he adjusted the bandage around his torso, scoffed. "Charm? You call that charm, Shitty Cook? You were running around with hearts in your eyes while I faced the real heat."

Sanji chuckled, "Real heat? I was up against a whole army of femme fatales. You can't compete with that kind of danger, swordsman."

Zoro raised an eyebrow, "Femme fatales? I fought an officer ! A real threat ! Don't compare your tea party drama to a battle against a powerhouse."

Sanji retorted, "Tea party drama? My fight was like navigating a minefield of emotions. Against a Daughter of Big Mom herself ! Yours was just a muscle-flexing contest."

As their banter escalated, a passing nurse couldn't help but roll her eyes at the squabbling lieutenants. "You two are a pain for the entire infirmary. Can't you recover in silence like normal patients?"


Gears twirled like breakdancers, and sparks moved in tune with the rhythm of innovation. However, stealing the spotlight was none other than Franky himself, flaunting a pair of funky blue briefs. The man(chine) got style.

With a resounding "Supeeeeeeeeer," Franky struck a pose, flexing his bionic muscles and ensuring the atelier echoed with the trademark enthusiasm only he could bring. He grabbed a cold Cola, and kicked back, enjoying the fizzy refreshment in the midst of his funky creation.

"How's it going, Chief Inventor?" Kizaru said, making Franky jump in surprise.

"Fuck ! Stop appearing behind me !", throwing his bottle on Kizaru.

Kizaru accepted the offered bottle of Cola with a nodas he settled into a chair, chilling like he was on a Saturday Night Fever.

With a sly grin, Kizaru casually brought up the gossip. "So, Franky, heard some funky rumors about you and Robin. Anything you wanna share?"

Franky, now scratching his head with some disco flair, blurted out, "Well, she's a Suuuuuuuper gal, you know. We're just hangin' out, nothing serious."

Kizaru replied, "Supeeeeeer, man. Just remember, love is like a disco ball—it sparkles when you least expect it. And try not to jump when I teleport. It's bad for your manly image. And how are the Alluring Nightlife Time-traveling Illuminator Promoting Awesome Celebration In Funky Instrumental Sound Thriving After-hours - or, A.N.T.I.P.A.C.I.F.I.S.T.A ?"

As Kizaru casually inquired about the new robots, Franky's usually exuberant demeanor took on a tinge of sadness. He sighed, "Well, you know, even with Vegapunk's old lab you gave me access to a few months ago, I'm facing some serious challenges. I've been trying to reverse-engineer the cyborg parts from Kuma, but it's proving to be trickier than I thought. And don't even get me started on integrating your light into the robots—it's like trying to catch a sunbeam in a bottle. Which it basically is." Franky's shoulders slumped a bit, revealing the weight of the technological challenges he was grappling with.


"Guernica, the specter of the missing slaves shadows our celestial realm once more. Your agence's silence on this matter is unacceptable. Explain." Saint Saturn, a paragon of authority, set the tone.

Guernica, unwavering, spoke with precision. "Honored Elders, our investigations persist. The nature of these disappearances eludes even our most meticulous efforts."

Saint Warcury, leaning forward with gravity, retorted, "Elusiveness is not a shield. We demand results, not excuses. The celestial order brooks no delays."

Adjusting his white bowler hat, Guernica replied, "Rest assured, esteemed Elders, CP0 remains resolute. The unraveling of this mystery is our paramount focus."

Saint Mars intoned, "Failures carry consequences, Guernica. Do not underestimate the gravity of your duty."


In a spacious conference room at Marine Headquarters, Fleet Admiral Sengoku stood at the podium, his presence commanding attention from every corner. The room buzzed with the energy of officers, and the air was thick with anticipation. The speech was not just for those present but broadcasted to marine bases across the seas, amplifying its significance.

"Marines of the World Government, officers stationed across the vast oceans, and those serving on the front lines – today, I address you with a sense of utmost gravity and unwavering resolve.

It is with both sorrow and pride that I share news of recent events. As you know, our forces have emerged victorious against the formidable crew of Big Mom's. The indomitable Admiral Kizaru led a daring assault that resulted in the demise of the Yonko herself. Two of the Sweet Commanders met their end at the hands of Vice Admiral Garp and Admiral Aokiji. Cheers resound across our bases in celebration of this triumph.

However, such victories do not come without a cost. Regrettably, we mourn the loss of some of our own. In the pursuit of justice, three Rear Admirals, two Vice Admirals – Vice-Admiral Steelheart and Vice-Admiral Frostwind – along with several agents from Cipher Pol, laid down their lives. Their sacrifice, though immense, stands as a testament to the unwavering dedication of the Marines. We also lost the Warlord Moria, who was killed in action. But who cares about him.

Yet, despite this sorrow, let it be known that the price paid is minimal compared to the magnitude of the threat we faced. The World Government, the Marines, you, our valiant officers – we stand united, proud, and resolute. Our collective strength has prevailed over darkness, and justice has once again triumphed"

The marines cheered, their chests puffing with pride.

"In light of recent events and the sacrifices made, I must also announce changes within our ranks. As we mourn the loss of esteemed officers, we recognize the need to bolster our leadership."

"Vice-Admiral Dalmatian, whose dedication and tactical prowess have long been evident, will now assume the position as the head of G2. His strategic mind and commitment to justice make him the ideal candidate for this crucial role. Additionally, Vice Admiral Dobermann, a stalwart defender of justice, will take command of G4, ensuring the continued strength of our maritime forces.

In recognition of exceptional service and valor, I am proud to announce the promotion of Commodore Smoker to the esteemed rank of Rear Admiral. His exemplary leadership and dedication to justice have earned him this well-deserved advancement. Furthermore, his small but formidable team will each be appointed the rank of Captain, entrusted with new responsibilities in our ongoing quest for justice."

Sengoku made a pause, and every marine felt something was about to happen.

"After years of service and dedication, both Vice Admiral Garp and I have decided to step down and embrace well-earned retirements, even if we will still serve part-time as instructors and inspectors. It is time for a new generation to take the helm and guide the Marines toward an even brighter future. This decision is not taken lightly, but we have full confidence in the capable hands of the next generation."

The room, filled with marines of varying ranks, held its collective breath as Fleet Admiral Sengoku hinted at the imminent announcement of his successor. A new fleet admiral. The prevailing assumption, whispered among the officers, centered on Admiral Kizaru, known for his strategic brilliance and formidable strength. The Big Brain Guy. The Vanquisher of Big Mom.

"It is with great pride and anticipation for the future that I announce the successor to the esteemed position of Fleet Admiral—Admiral Akainu. His unwavering commitment to justice and unyielding resolve make him the perfect candidate to lead the Marines into the next chapter of history."

"Marines, as we step back, remember that the strength of justice lies not in the hands of a few, but in the collective spirit of all those who uphold it. The new generation, with Admiral Akainu at its helm, represents the embodiment of that spirit. Embrace the change, foster the ideals we hold dear, and continue to safeguard the world from the shadows that threaten it."

The surprise rippled through every corner, and the collective gasp echoed the sentiment that this unexpected choice had defied the expectations of many. Akainu ?