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In Ohara, One Piece world.
Ohara was a place where scholars lived, studying the Void Century stones and chasing all the knowledge they could find. Children played happily outside on the island while, in the middle of everything, stood the great Tree of Knowledge. Inside its library were countless books, ancient scrolls, and even stone tablets with carvings—records of how humanity grew, how many races existed, from beast races, mink races, fishmen, to the mysterious Lunarians. Everything about the world's past rested inside that place.
In the deepest chamber, a group of scholars gathered, their voices low but filled with excitement. Day or night, they always studied and debated, searching for wisdom.
One of the old scholars stood up, holding a stone tablet.
"Listen, respected scholars. I think… we may have found something even older than the Void Century itself."
The others leaned closer. He placed the tablet on the table, his voice trembling with both fear and excitement.
"It says something… something about a prophet. His name… Joy Boy. Sent by the Most High to build a new civilization. That's all we can read. The rest is broken and almost destroyed. But a few lines remain… listen carefully."
The old man cleared his throat and read slowly:
'He will come and break the arrangement of the world. From the ruins, order shall rise again.'
Gasps filled the room.
Another scholar spoke nervously, "But… what do you mean, 'Most High'?"
The old man pointed at the carvings. "See here, the word 'Most High.' It's written clearly. The supreme deity… a god. The prophet spoke of him. And here… another fragment. 'The prophet will die through betrayal. After him, the Evil Destroyer shall rise.'"
The room fell silent.
"The way the world is now… the corruption, the slavery, the control of the World Government—it all fits," another scholar said, his fists clenched. "And Joy Boy… the Sun God Nika… all of it points to the World Government. Especially the Five Elders. But… what if there's someone even above them?"
Everyone's faces grew pale, the weight of the discovery crushing them.
At last, the head scholar, Professor Clover, stood tall. A small, rare smile appeared on his lips.
"This… this is priceless. A truth hidden from the world. And this line here… the death of Joyboy. This changes everything. Be careful… this is dangerous knowledge."
The others nodded, their hearts racing.
But none of them noticed… a small head peeking through the door, quietly listening to every single word.
She was none other than Nico Robin. The little girl hid by the corner of the door, listening. Robin always loved reading books, solving mysteries, and learning the history of the world. She was only around four or five years old—small, yet her mind was far beyond her age.
One day, she had eaten a strange fruit. It gave her the power to grow limbs from anywhere on her body—or at least that's what she believed. The villagers didn't cast her out, because the scholars valued knowledge above all. They guided her, and under them, she started training her strange powers as well.
Her mother, Nico Olvia, had sailed away long ago, risking her life to uncover the lost history. Robin had stayed behind because she was too young. Her father was gone—he had once been a member of the Whitebeard Pirates, but he had died years ago.
Back inside the great Tree of Knowledge, the scholars continued to debate the truth they had uncovered. But what they didn't know was that the World Government already wanted to erase this knowledge from existence.
Why? Because if the world learned about the Most High, about the prophet, about the truth that could shake everything—people would rise up. The World Government would lose all control. That's why they tried to hide the Poneglyphs from the world.
At the top of it all was Imu, and beneath her, the Five Elders. They had already extended their lives through forbidden surgeries—each operation gave them another thousand years. Not eternal, but close enough to make them seem like gods among men.
Far away in Mary Geoise,
inside the Pangaea Castle,
Imu sat on the empty throne. Before her lay the swords of the nations that had once formed the World Government. But instead of alliance, those swords were proof of nations broken—wills crushed under her rule. Kneeling before her were five figures—the Five Elders. Their names didn't matter to her. To Imu, they were just tools.
Her true obsession was with one person—Joy Boy.
She loved him. She wanted him to rule beside her. She had given everything for him, but he had rejected her. No matter what she offered—her power, her kingdom, herself—Joy Boy never submitted.
They were siblings, so he could not bring himself to kill her. She took advantage of that weakness, trapping him in a frozen land, locking him away in eternal ice. With her Water-Water Fruit, she could control water in any form—solid, liquid, or gas. She thought it was perfect. She could keep him there forever, frozen, yet still with her.
But one day… he died.
The man she loved, her brother, the prophet of the Most High—gone. His final words before death burned inside her heart:
"A new prophet will come… and he will be even more dangerous than me."
Her love turned into hatred—not for Joy Boy, but for the Most High who had chosen him. In her rage, she cursed every Devil Fruit. With her water powers, she ensured that all fruits of the sea would lose their strength the moment they touched water. That weakness was her curse, her revenge against the world that had taken her brother from her.
But Joy Boy had left behind writings—on the Poneglyphs—truths about the Most High and the secrets of the Void Century. She could not erase them all, no matter how hard she tried.
Closing her eyes, Imu extended her Observation Haki, reaching far across the seas. Her gaze fell on Ohara.
"Ohara…" she whispered coldly.
Her eyes opened, sharp as blades, as she stared down at the Five Elders, her "dogs," whose names she didn't even bother to remember.
"Go," she ordered. "Destroy Ohara. They carry knowledge they should never have touched."
The Five Elders bowed low, their shadows crawling on the throne room floor.
And far away, under the Tree of Knowledge, Robin kept listening—unaware that her whole world was about to burn.
As the days passed,
the Marines prepared for the attack. The Five Elders had given the orders. Their orders were clear: kill every scholar of Ohara and destroy the Tree of Knowledge. The elders feared the truth. If the world learned it, the World Government would fall.
When the day came, the Marines arrived in secret. Warships surrounded Ohara. Dark cannons pointed at the Tree of Knowledge in the island's center. A Marine commander shouted from the flagship: "By order of the World Government, all scholars of Ohara are to be executed. The Tree of Knowledge must be destroyed!"
Everyone on the island heard it. Parents grabbed children. Scholars rushed to hide the books and tablets. Professor Clover led the defense. He stepped forward and shouted, "Why? What crime have we committed?" His face was full of fury.
The Marine commander answered coldly, "You searched the Void Century. That forbidden knowledge will bring chaos. It will destroy the order of the world government."
From another ship, Vice Admiral Sakazuki—Akainu—stepped onto the deck. His voice was hard and his eyes burned. "Justice does not allow hesitation. Eliminate all of them." As he spoke, his fist glowed like molten lava, heat rolling off him.
Cannons fired. Buildings exploded. The peaceful island turned into a sea of fire and blood. Marines poured into the streets. They killed without mercy. Women and children screamed. The Tree of Knowledge shook under cannon fire.
Inside the library, the scholars worked fast. Books and tablets were passed from hand to hand. "Save the knowledge!" they cried. "If we die, someone in the future must protect this truth."
They tried to get the books out. They handed pages and tablets to the children, to anyone who could run.
Then Saul—once a Marine, now a defector—roared into the chaos. The giant smashed through the Marines and shielded the fleeing children with his massive body. "Stop this madness!" he cried. "These people did nothing wrong!"
Robin, a small girl, watched and cried, "Why are they doing this? We didn't do anything!" Other children sobbed too. Saul looked at Robin. "The world is cruel, little one. But you must live. One day you will find someone to protect you. Or you will grow strong enough to protect yourself."
Meanwhile,
on the flagship, Akainu gave a single order: "Sink every ship that tries to leave. If one scholar escapes, history escapes." A Marine hesitated, "Sir—there are civilians—women and children—" Akainu's glare froze him. "Justice requires sacrifice," he said coldly. Then he unleashed his magma fist. Ships trying to flee were melted and burned. Screams filled the sea.
On a nearby warship, Kuzan—Aokiji—watched silently. His expression was troubled. He closed his eyes and said quietly to Sakazuki, "Sakazuki… you go too far."
But the orders stayed. The Buster Call did not stop.