One Piece: The user of the Nen-Nen Fruit, who overturned the sea.

"Captain Roy, is something the matter?"

"Keep an eye on two people for me."

Roy got straight to the point.

"Kyoshiro, and the green-haired girl next to him."

Jin frowned slightly:

"Kyoshiro?"

That gangster boss who just emerged from Jiuli?

Is a loan shark worth your personal attention?

"He's not just a yakuza boss. His real name is Denjiro, and he was one of Kozuki Oden's retainers."

And the girl beside him—Kozuki Hiyori, Kozuki Oden's daughter.

A hint of killing intent flashed in Jin's eyes, and a rare fluctuation of emotion appeared in his usually calm eyes:

"Remnants of the Kozuki family? Should I send someone to deal with them?"

"Don't do it."

Roy's tone was resolute.

"Just keep an eye on them. They'll make their move soon. Once Straw Hat Luffy lands in Wano Country, these remnants of the Kozuki family will definitely gather together."

Then we can catch them all in one fell swoop, saving time and effort.

Jin nodded without asking any further questions.

He knew that there was a reason behind every decision this man made.

Since he says he won't move for now, there must be a reason for not moving.

"Also, don't tell Kaido about this for now."

Roy added,

"With his fiery temper, if he finds out, he'll definitely rush over and ruin my plans."

A very rare twitch appeared at the corner of Jin's mouth.

"clear."

He turned and left the main hall, his black wings flashing past the doorway.

After Jin left, Roy sat alone in the main hall, his fingers tapping lightly on the table.

This was his habitual gesture when he was thinking, a rhythm that was neither too fast nor too slow, each movement like turning an abacus bead in his mind.

Kozuki Hiyori, the only surviving descendant of Kozuki Oden, has now come into his sights.

He could have arrested her right now.

With the military strength of Ghost Island, capturing a princess who is powerless to even kill a chicken would be a piece of cake.

He could even kill her outright, completely severing the bloodline of the Kozuki family and depriving the remaining members of their last hope.

But Roy didn't do that.

Killing Hiyori Kozuki would only drive the remaining members of the Kozuki family even more insane.

Kin'emon, Denjiro, Raizo, and other retainers will break into smaller groups, hide deeper, and resist more fiercely.

By then, Wano Country will be a powder keg, and one of them could explode at any moment.

But if we keep Hiyori as a flag to attract all the remaining rebels, and then at the very last moment when she thinks she's about to succeed—

A cold smile crept onto Roy's lips.

He stood up and walked towards his room.

There's still a long way to go before Luffy arrives, and there's still much he can do.

Kyoshiro and Hiyori are just two new pieces on the chessboard; how to use them and when to use them are up to them.

It all depends on how the situation develops in the coming period.

Outside the window, a waning moon hangs in the night sky over Ghost Island.

The moonlight spilled onto the sea, shattering into countless silvery-white fragments.

In the distance, inland in Wano Country, lights flickered faintly in the night.

That's the direction of Kuri, the place where Kyoshiro and Hiyori are hiding, and also the beach where Straw Hat Luffy is about to land.

Roy stood by the window for a while, then drew the curtains.

"Keep yourselves hidden. When the time comes, I will come looking for you myself."

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Above G-1 base, a vast expanse of golden electric grids poured down.

Tezzolo stood in mid-air, hands in his pockets, looking as relaxed as if he were taking a stroll in his own backyard.

Golden arcs of electricity exploded from his body, pouring down on the naval positions like a torrential rain. Each bolt of lightning precisely struck a gun emplacement, an ammunition depot, and a communications device.

Explosions rang out one after another, and flames shot into the sky. The naval soldiers hid behind the ruined fortifications, not daring to even lift their heads.

"Another communications tower has been shot down!"

A communications soldier held the equipment that had been burned to scrap metal, his expression more painful than tears.

"This is the fourth set of communication equipment we've replaced this month!" his superior gritted his teeth. "Every time it's repaired, it gets bombed. Do those bastards on Beehive Island have eyes and ears here?"

He guessed right.

With the amplification of the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, Tesoro's Observation Haki allows him to accurately sense the operating frequencies of all electronic devices in the entire base.

He could clearly perceive where communications had been restored and where radar had been restarted, as clearly as a lighthouse in the night.

Then a bolt of lightning struck down.

But soon a beam of light flashed inside the naval base.

Only the roar of thunder and the sound of beams of light cutting through the air remained in the sky.

Apart from Tezoro, Barrett, who jumped from the flying island, landed directly in the plaza of the naval base.

With a simple punch, the Conqueror's Hide lightning wrapped around his fist tore through the air with a piercing explosion.

The terrifying force of the punch instantly destroyed the buildings in front of the base, leaving the plaza in a mess.

"Hehe! Marines, come and fight!" Barrett withdrew his fist and grinned.

Before the words were finished, a figure shrouded in Armament Haki attacked from the side.

Barrett's pupils contracted, and he crossed his arms to block.

The iron fist slammed into his arm, and the shockwave spread in all directions, directly collapsing several already crumbling buildings in the vicinity.

Barrett was pushed backward by the force and slid more than ten meters, his feet carving two deep furrows in the ground.

"Garp!"

Barrett shook his arm, which was numb from the shock, and his smile became even more sinister.

"Old man, you've finally decided to give it up!"

Garp stood in the center of the ruins, his navy cloak fluttering in the sea breeze.

His hair was much whiter than it had been two years ago, and the wrinkles on his face were deeper, but his fists remained as steady as two mountains.

"Barrett, can't you just stay put on Beehive Island?"

"You're always causing trouble for the navy; you're really wearing my old bones down."

Karp grinned, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth—he wasn't entirely unharmed from the collision.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Barrett pushed off with his feet and lunged at Garp again.

The two engaged in a primal hand-to-hand combat amidst the ruins, each punch creating a shockwave that sent rubble and debris flying everywhere.

There were no fancy moves, no Devil Fruit abilities to interfere; it was just pure fist-to-fist, Haki-to-Haki.

On the other side, the western side of the battlefield.

Fujitora stood with his eyes closed on a relatively intact open space, his cane-sword pointing diagonally at the ground.

The gravitational field around him was constantly distorting, and the rubble on the ground floated up slowly against the laws of physics, forming a slowly rotating stone ring around him.

Opposite him, Hawkeye carried the Black Blade Night, his golden eyes as calm as a stagnant pool.

"The world's greatest swordsman."

Fujitora said in a deep voice,

"Although I cannot see, I can feel it—the sharpness of the black knife in your hand is more dazzling than any light."

"You flatter me."

Hawkeye's voice remained as cold as ever.

"I'm also very interested in your gravity swordsmanship."