One Piece: The Cryo Doctor on the Straw Hat Ship

"Don't rush!"

However, V chuckled lightly, adjusted his glasses, and the data stream from his prosthetic eye smoothly passed by behind the lenses.

He reached inside his white coat and immediately pulled out a slender syringe from his fingertips.

The injection refracted a faint blue luster under the sunlight amidst the smoke of gunpowder, and the liquid inside seemed to flow slowly as if it had a life of its own, emitting a faint and mysterious fluorescence.

"This is something that can restore your memories."

V's voice was calm and resolute, as if stating a perfectly natural fact. He took a step forward and handed the syringe to Sabo:

"Inject it, and then remember everything, Sabo."

Sabo was slightly taken aback.

He looked down at the syringe shimmering with a ghostly blue light, then looked up at V's eyes hidden behind his glasses.

"...Recovering memories?"

Sabo's voice became somewhat hoarse, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.

He raised his hand, his fingertips touching the cold syringe, as if he had touched some unknown door of destiny.

Although injecting drugs of unknown origin is extremely dangerous, Sabo did not hesitate at all at this moment.

Following the instructions in the V sign, he injected it directly into his own aorta.

Just then—

A warm fist gently patted his shoulder.

Sabo turned his head abruptly.

Luffy had somehow exited Gear 5 and was standing beside him.

Garp did not pursue them further.

Beneath the straw hat, a wide smile graced the young face, revealing snow-white teeth—a smile so radiant it was almost blinding, as if capable of dispelling all the smoke and gloom of the battlefield.

"Remember it, Sabo!"

Luffy's voice carried the stubbornness and passion unique to young people, yet it also had a touch more composure and determination than I remembered.

Sabo was stunned.

He gazed at the boy in the red shirt before him—at that smiling face—at those clear and determined eyes—

In that instant, it was as if a bolt of lightning had cleaved open a tightly closed door deep within his memory.

"...Luffy?"

His lips moved slightly, silently uttering that name.

That name was driven into his mind like a wedge.

Familiar with.

Extremely familiar with it.

It was as if, in a dusty corner deep within his memory, a small figure, also dressed in red and wearing a straw hat, was grinning at him, revealing a missing tooth—

"Let's become sworn brothers! From today onwards, we're brothers!"

"I am Ace!"

"I am Sabo!"

"I am Luffy!"

The voices of the three boys echoed in the ruins of his memory, as if they had traveled through the long years and finally reached his ears once again.

Sabo's pupils suddenly contracted.

In that instant, countless fragments of memories surged forth like a tidal wave—the garbage mountain of the Goa Kingdom, the twilight with three boys raising their glasses, the finger cut by thorns during their sworn brotherhood ceremony, Ace's always arrogant yet reliable face, and…

The little brat in front of him, wearing a straw hat, was following behind him and Ace, his face covered in snot and tears, yet he was smiling brighter than the sun.

"...Luffy!"

Sabo's voice was hoarse and trembling, as if it were being squeezed out from deep within his chest.

His eyes suddenly reddened, and the hand that had just been injected with the medicine suddenly rose up and grabbed Luffy's shoulder, his knuckles turning white from the force.

"I remember now... I remember everything!"

Luffy's smile froze for a moment, then widened, revealing something crystalline that shimmered in the sunlight.

"Great...Sabo!"

On the smoke-filled battlefield, under the watchful eyes of countless people, the two boys embraced tightly.

The embrace was brief yet intense, as if trying to make up for all the time lost over the years.

"Now is not the time for reminiscing."

V's voice calmly interrupted this brief moment of tenderness.

He pushed up his glasses, his gaze sweeping past the two men and landing on the naval formation that was regrouping.

"The war has only just begun."

Sabo released Luffy, took a deep breath, and wiped his eyes.

He turned around and looked at the revolutionary soldiers fighting the navy in the direction of the port, his gaze becoming sharp and firm again.

“You’re right.” Sabo’s voice regained the composure befitting the Revolutionary Army’s Chief of Staff. “This war is not over yet.”

Luffy pressed his straw hat back onto his head, his gaze sweeping across the entire battlefield beneath the brim.

"Then let's escape from here together!"

The war has once again reached a fever pitch!

……

……

at the same time.

In a luxurious meeting room in the Holy Land, Mary Geoise.

This place seems like a completely different world from the smoke and fire of Marineford.

The heavy, precious wood doors shut out all the noise, and a banner symbolizing the authority of the World Government hung on the wall. The gold-trimmed curtains were half-drawn, filtering out the glaring sunlight and leaving only a soft and solemn halo.

The air was filled with the aroma of fine cigars and aged redwood—the scent of power.

However, at this moment, this solemnity and tranquility were completely shattered by a huge projection screen.

The screen was displaying live footage of the Marineford battlefield.

The camera of the video Den Den Mushi precisely captured every crucial moment—

Moria transformed into a giant earthen figure hundreds of meters tall and shattered the naval platform with a single blow.

The four army commanders of the revolutionary army led their elite soldiers forward like a tidal wave.

The entire Straw Hat Pirates joined the battle, instantly shattering the Navy's commanders' defenses.

as well as……

Straw Hat Luffy was surrounded by white steam and black lightning, releasing Conqueror's Haki powerful enough to rival Garp's.

The Five Elders were sitting in front of several large sofas, each with a glass of untouched red wine in front of them.

However, at this moment, their faces were all deathly pale.

Dead silence.

The only sounds coming from the projection screen—the sounds of gunfire, shouts, and clashing metal—pierced their eardrums like sharp needles.

finally--

The bald old man sitting in the very center, the Five Elders holding a knife—Jaygorusia Satan—was the first to break the suffocating silence.

His voice was hoarse and low, with a trembling quality that he tried desperately to suppress but still couldn't stop:

"...No way..."

He paused, his dry throat bobbing up and down, as if to confirm that what he had just seen was not an illusion:

"That just now...could it be..."

He didn't finish speaking.

But everyone present knew what he was referring to.

Seated on the left, Shepard X Pitt, one of the Five Elders with a thick mustache, slowly put down the cigar he had just lit. His eyes, usually filled with scrutiny and arrogance, now showed a rare hint of shock, one that even he himself didn't realize:

"That white steam...that ribbon wrapped around me..."

He took a deep breath, his voice sounding as if squeezed out from between his teeth:

"And that incredibly strange ability..."

"It can't be wrong."

Seated on the right, the tall, slender Five Elders—Zambalon V. Nassshurou—wearing a black top hat, spoke up. His voice was calm, but the knuckles of his fingers gripping the cane were slightly white:

“That’s… Nika’s form.”

Chapter 221 The Warring States Period of Buddha

The moment the words fell, the air in the conference room seemed to freeze even more.

Sitting in the corner, the obese Five Elders with a thick blond beard—Topman Vocioli—slammed his hand on the armrest, causing the wine glass on the table to sway slightly.

"I never expected... Nika's power would actually appear in this world after all!"

His voice trembled uncontrollably, and his eyes, which were always filled with arrogance and disdain, now showed a rare hint of fear that even he himself was unaware of.

Sitting opposite him, the tall, slender Five Elders, Marcus Mazsan, with a neatly trimmed goatee, slowly lowered his hands from the table, his gaze still fixed on the figure shrouded in white steam on the projection screen:

"For hundreds of years, we have pursued this Devil Fruit countless times, but it has escaped time and time again."

His voice was calm and cold, as if he were recounting a long-forgotten historical fact: