"Three conditions, huh."
Xiano weighed the Den Den Mushi in his hand and said leisurely, "Quite generous indeed. Let's hear them?"
"First, as you've already heard, all Marine Headquarters military operations against Dressrosa will be canceled. If you wish to claim it as your territory, both the Marines and the World Government will tacitly approve and promise not to interfere in any way."
Meaning...
They're giving Dressrosa to him?
Xiano smirked faintly, "Go on."
"Second, given your current strength and influence, you already qualify to dominate a territory in the New World. The World Government is willing to actively promote your reputation in the media, elevating you to the so-called 'Sea Emperor' throne."
"So, the Fifth Emperor then?"
"You could say that."
Saturn's voice was low, "The current Four Emperors are figures standing at the pinnacle of the world. I don't need to emphasize how significant this title is—you should already understand its weight."
"Continue." Xiano remained noncommittal.
"Third, the final condition. Xiano, you're renowned as a Master Swordsman who relies purely on Martial Arts and swordsmanship, correct?"
Saturn paused briefly, not waiting for Xiano's response before continuing:
"Coincidentally, the Holy Land possesses one of the Supreme Grade Swords of the Twelve Craftsmen, named 'Blooming Spring.' It currently has no owner. If you're interested, I'm willing to bestow... no, gift this invaluable weapon to you."
"Finished?"
After listening to these three conditions, Xiano couldn't help but burst into laughter:
"Interesting, truly interesting! To think you old fossils would bend this far—quite rare indeed!"
His laughter gradually turned cold, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes, "But... haven't you misunderstood something?"
"Dressrosa is already under my protection. Whether the Marines withdraw or not makes no difference to me. Don't forget—you're the ones who lost this battle! If you want this territory back, send more men. But think carefully about the price you'll pay for that!"
"As for that ridiculous title of 'Fifth Emperor'..."
Xiano scoffed, "Sounds awful. I don't like it!"
The Four Emperors are the Four Emperors. The Fifth Emperor is the Fifth Emperor.
Adding just one number might seem trivial, but it inexplicably gives off the vibe of... a weakling who'd get knocked out with one hit.
"Besides, my reputation was earned step by step through my own efforts. Since when did I need you old relics to confer titles upon me?"
"Lastly, that sword you mentioned..."
He glanced behind him:
"Supreme Grade Swords are indeed rare, but my current blade suits me just fine. I have no intention of replacing it anytime soon."
He doubted Kuina would either.
Wado Ichimonji was a family heirloom passed down from the late Kozaburo, carrying immense significance. Zoro would never discard it, and Kuina certainly wouldn't either.
Saturn on the other end of the Den Den Mushi fell silent for a moment before speaking in an even darker tone:
"Then what do you want?"
"Simple."
Xiano raised a finger:
"First, regarding Dressrosa, I don't just want the Marines to stop—I want everything that's happened over the past four years to be made public!"
"The crimes committed by Doflamingo, the suffering endured by the people of Dressrosa, the horror of the Toy Kingdom… and the apology your World Government owes them!"
"I want all of this clearly and plainly written in the newspapers, so the entire world knows the truth!"
Xiano grinned, baring his white teeth:
"Did you hear me? None of you Five Elders are named Donquixote, right? If you're covering up for that flamingo just because he's a descendant of your Celestial Dragon bloodline, then there's nothing left for us to discuss!"
In the original timeline, six years later,
it was Fujitora who stepped forward, kneeling before the people of Dressrosa in full view of the world, offering an apology on behalf of Marine Headquarters and the World Government.
At the same time, the truth was broadcast globally, shaking the seas and leaving both the World Government and Fleet Admiral Akainu—newly promoted—humiliated and furious.
But now, six years earlier, there was no admiral named Issho among the ranks.
No matter.
If that was the case, he'd just have to play the role of Fujitora himself!
"..."
The Den Den Mushi remained silent for a long time, as if the Five Elders had muted the call to deliberate. Finally, after a pause, Saturn spoke slowly:
"Agreed."
"The World Government will disclose the truth of the Dressrosa incident—but only Doflamingo's crimes. His origins and any details related to the Holy Land will not be mentioned."
"That's enough. I never expected you to air your own dirty laundry anyway."
Xiano raised a second finger:
"Second, I want you to return every last Berry of the Celestial Tribute Dressrosa sent over the past four years—as seed money for their revival. And, of course, the same amount delivered to me."
"You want money too?"
The Den Den Mushi raised an eyebrow. "How unexpected… Xiano. Given your past actions, we assumed you were the self-righteous type, one who scorns wealth and treasure—"
"Enough nonsense!"
Xiano sneered. "I'm expanding my territory in the New World! Isn't that what you wanted? More people, more territory—how can I manage without money?"
The past was the past.
The Curtain Closer's crew had been small, so expenses were never a concern. The billions of Berries exchanged for treasure back in Water 7 still hadn't run out.
But in the future…
With ambitions growing, money would be absolutely essential.
"This old man understands."
Saturn took a deep breath. "One last demand. Say it all at once."
"Aura!"
Xiano grinned. "I want something that lets me familiarize myself with—and master—the auras of you five old men. To put it simply, I want each of you to hand over a personal item you hold dear."
This demand was completely unheard of.
"Did… this old man hear correctly?"
Even Saturn's voice carried disbelief. "You—what could you possibly want with such things?"
"I already gave you the reason."
Xiano glanced sideways at the Den Den Mushi. "You five, just like those God Knights, can descend using demonic power transmissions, right? You're expressing goodwill now, but what if you turn hostile later? I have to take precautions."
"By remembering your presence now, I'll be able to react immediately if you dare invade my territory in the future."
...
Mary Geoise, Chamber of Authority.
The Five Elders exchanged glances, all falling into silence.
"Absurd..."
The kimono-clad Elder narrowed his eyes and snorted:
"An arrogant brat. Why would he think beings of our status would personally descend to the mortal world? This excuse is flimsy. In my view, there might be other schemes hidden behind it."
"What scheme could possibly concern us?"
The blond Elder dismissed the concern. "Are you worried he's eaten the Target-Target Fruit and might start throwing things at the Holy Land? That poses no threat to us."
With their immortal bodies—strength beyond mortal comprehension—why fear petty schemes?
"Agree to it."
The long-bearded Elder spoke calmly. "Of his three demands, this is actually the easiest to fulfill, isn't it?"
Saturn nodded and coldly addressed the Den Den Mushi:
"Very well. The Holy Land accepts all three conditions."
"The truth about Dressrosa will be made public. The Celestial Tribute will be returned in full, with an equal portion delivered to you. As for what you requested..."
"Within ten days, we'll send someone to Dressrosa with it. You may collect it then."
"Then it's settled!"
Xiano abruptly ended the call.
As the Den Den Mushi slowly closed its eyes, his smile faded, replaced by thoughtful contemplation.
The Five Elders' attitude was too strange.
He was certain the Holy Land's original goal had aligned with Marine Headquarters—to completely erase his crew from the seas.
Yet now, their strategy had abruptly reversed 180 degrees, leaving even Marine Headquarters confused.
Even accounting for his current strength and their desire to limit war losses, this level of compromise made no sense.
The more he thought, the more bizarre it seemed.
And when something defies logic, the answer becomes obvious...
"Imu?"
Xiano raised his eyes, gazing deeply toward Mary Geoise.
Marine Admirals were the Five Elders' lapdogs, and the Elders themselves were merely Imu's pets. Only the master of the Empty Throne could make the Elders shift so dramatically.
No one could fathom Imu's thoughts.
But superficially, Xiano sensed the World Government seemed eager to thrust him into the spotlight—to clash with the other Four Emperors and reshape the New World's balance.
While they watched from above, silently waiting.
Waiting for what?
Was it just the World Government waiting, or Imu too?
Lacking critical information, Xiano felt like he was peering through a veil—unable to see clearly, and too weary to try.
His plans were set regardless. As the Curtain Closer took root and expanded in the New World, conflict with other Emperors was inevitable.
If the World Government stayed out of it, all the better. If not... he'd fight them too!
Rather than racking his brains with guesses, he trusted his fists more!
Withdrawing his thoughts, Xiano finally looked into the distance, "Hey, Old Man Garp, and that yellow monkey over there, you can come back now!"
—Whoosh!
A golden light approached as Kizaru landed on the ice first, his expression grim as he stared at Xiano: "Did the Holy Land reach some agreement with you?"
"That doesn't seem like something a lackey like you should know about."
Xiano casually tossed the Den Den Mushi over and glanced at him, "When the masters talk, is it your place to eavesdrop?"
"You—!"
Kizaru's anger flared, but then, as if realizing something, he said uncertainly, "You... were you invited to become a Celestial Dragon?"
"Pretty sharp."
Xiano laughed heartily, "I'm still considering it, but you should start showing some respect. Call me 'Saint Xiano' in advance, and maybe you'll keep your remaining arm."
"..."
Kizaru stared at him, hesitating for a moment before remaining silent.
The other's words couldn't be taken lightly, but there was no smoke without fire.
Sakazuki had previously mentioned to him about the God Riders' vice-captain having a private talk with Xiano, and now the Five Elders themselves had come to dismiss everyone for a secret discussion.
Add to that the Holy Land's ambiguous attitude toward the Curtain Closer and Xiano's terrifyingly displayed potential...
Kizaru couldn't help but wonder if this kid had actually come from the Holy Land himself, similar to the rumors about Red-Haired Shanks' origins...
In any case, it was best to maintain a certain level of respect for now.
Thud!
Garp landed on the ice at that moment, picking his nose without a care for what had been discussed on the call, laughing boisterously:
"Done talking, eh? So, Xiano, can I take my marines back now?"
"Go ahead, old man."
Xiano shrugged indifferently, "No time for a spar this round. Hope next time we meet, you can give me a proper fight."
"Puhahaha! I hope for that day too, and yet I really don't hope for it either!"
Garp flicked away his booger, spread his legs, and crossed his arms with a laugh: "Well then, see ya, kid!"
Splash!
No sooner had he spoken than the old man paid for his stance—the ice beneath his feet split apart, sending him plunging straight into the sea.
...
The vast ice field was now a shattered mess.
Walking across it was troublesome, requiring constant attention to the cracks beneath their feet, but for the warships, it meant freedom of movement had finally returned.
Some of the lower-ranking marines, previously knocked out by Conqueror's Haki, were still unconscious, while others had begun to wake up.
They watched as their superior officers, covered in dust and supporting each other, returned to the decks, exchanging bewildered glances.
What happened?
They'd only blacked out for a while...
Had the Marine Headquarters... already lost?
"Obviously."
Kuina sheathed her sword, shaking her head at Peach Rabbit across from her, "You were way too absorbed. Didn't even notice your subordinates and superiors were completely crushed, did you?"
"Not at all!"
Peach Rabbit smacked her forehead in frustration, "Fighting you was just too exhilarating! I didn't even notice when little Garp showed up."
She had a verbal quirk—for familiar, close naval veterans like Garp, Sengoku, and Tsuru, she used these affectionate nicknames.
"Anyway, we're the only ones on the entire battlefield who ended in a draw."
Kuina stared at her coldly and said, "This is a disgrace to me. Next time, I'll become stronger, and then we'll fight again."
"I should be the one saying that. How can not defeating a Vice Admiral candidate be considered a disgrace?"
Peach Rabbit shot her an annoyed glare, sheathing Konpira with a flick of her wrist. "I'm leaving. Honestly, there's no talking to an insufferable brat like you!"
Kuina remained motionless where she stood.
She silently watched the tall figure cloaked in "Justice" board the warship and gradually disappear into the distance before turning her gaze elsewhere.
We won...
A Navy Admiral, an Admiral candidate, a Warlord of the Sea, and a large fleet led by several veteran Vice Admirals from Headquarters.
Such an extravagant lineup had launched an offensive, yet they had still been decisively repelled by us!
A great victory!
After this battle, not just the Captain—the entire Curtain Closer would become the most dazzling presence in the New World!
And as for herself, she imagined that in the eyes of the world, she would now stand shoulder-to-shoulder with the likes of Katakuri, King, and Marco in terms of reputation.
She glanced down at Wado Ichimonji in her hand. The blade still bore the fine scratches from her clash with Peach Rabbit, yet its edge remained as sharp as ever.
Kuina smiled faintly.
"Big Sis! Big Sis!"
Jack strode over with his hands behind his head, feigning nonchalance as he said,
"So, how'd I do? Those two veteran Vice Admirals from Headquarters—I smashed their teeth in! They couldn't even stand up by the end!"
"Yes, I saw. You did well."
Kuina gave a slight nod, a rare hint of a smile touching her lips. "But don't get too arrogant. The deeper we go into the New World, the more dangerous it gets. Sooner or later, we'll face even stronger opponents."
"Heh, don't worry, Big Sis!" Jack grinned broadly, thumping his chest. "With Boss Xiano leading us, we'll only keep getting stronger!"
Meanwhile, Kuma approached with slow, measured steps, his massive frame casting a long shadow under the moonlight.
"The crisis in Dressrosa has been resolved, Lady Kuina," he said gently. "King Riku personally sought me out to invite us into the city for a grand victory banquet."
"A victory banquet?"
Kuina frowned slightly. "The Navy may have retreated, but the World Government might not let this go so easily. Shouldn't we—"
"No need to worry."
Kuma adjusted his glasses. "The Five Elders have personally promised not to interfere with Dressrosa anymore—nor to oppose us."
"The Five Elders?"
Kuina looked surprised. "I thought the Captain only agreed because of Old Man Garp... Why? Did the Captain negotiate something with them?"
"Who knows?"
Kuma shook his head with a smile. "But if anyone could make those high-and-mighty figures bow and compromise, it would have to be Lord Xiano."
Just then, a burst of cheers erupted in the distance.
Everyone turned to see Xiano surrounded by the citizens of Dressrosa, with King Riku stepping forward to bow deeply in gratitude.
"Lord Xiano!"
Violet stood beside her father, her face radiant with joy. "Thank you for everything. Without you, Dressrosa would have—"
"Enough with the formalities."
Xiano rubbed his stomach and laughed heartily, "Since we're having a victory banquet, let's not dawdle! Speak with good wine and meat! We've traveled so far and fought all day—we're starving!"
"Hahaha, excellent!" King Riku boomed with laughter. "Attendants, prepare the feast at once! Tonight, the entire nation shall celebrate!"
...
As night fell, the capital of Dressrosa blazed with lights. The square before the royal palace buzzed with noise and excitement, a sea of celebration engulfing the entire island.
To wholeheartedly entertain the visiting Curtain Closer and his companions, King Riku had ordered this victory banquet to be unprecedentedly grand.
Beyond the soldiers and civilian warriors who had defended the city, even more ordinary citizens who hadn't witnessed the battle flocked to the celebration.
Women held their children's hands, elders leaned on canes—they came purely out of curiosity, eager to catch a glimpse of Xiano, their savior.
Even the Tontatta Tribe from Green Bit in the north turned out in full force.
Though small in stature, these little people were loud in voice, now crowding around Cyrus, chattering away as they pressed for battle details.
"Mr. Cyrus! Is it true that golden-glowing Navy Admiral was really punched into the sea by Lord Xiano in one hit?"
"Princess Mansherry fought too, right? Really? She wouldn't cry from just one punch, would she?"
"And and—that so-called lightning-controlling god couldn't even scratch Mr. Bear? That's amazing!"
"What nonsense god... You'll believe anything, won't you?"
Overwhelmed by the noise, Cyrus smiled wryly and took a swig of wine, searching for an excuse to slip away—when suddenly the crowd parted like a tide.
Xiano was making his way through, wine glass in hand, greeted by cheers and toasts wherever he went.
"Lord Xiano! Please try our family's special ham!"
"And us! This is our Tontatta Tribe's century-old honey wine—please accept it!"
Faced with the overwhelmingly enthusiastic crowd, Xiano maintained a gentle smile, clinking glasses and drinking freely with all who approached, seemingly immune to intoxication.
This was a true hero, a real man.
To cross thousands of miles for complete strangers, to stand against a Navy fleet led by an Admiral in person...
How many in this world could do such a thing?
Cyrus sighed inwardly.
Though too far away to be seen, he still raised his glass with a smile and offered a silent toast in that direction.
The night grew deeper.
Yet laughter continued to echo across the island's skies, lingering long into the darkness.
...
Before long, after several rounds of drinks, it was past midnight.
His face flushed red, Xiano excused himself from the banquet on the pretense of being unable to hold his liquor and made his way alone to the most secluded giant boulder.
Agin was already waiting there. Seeing him arrive, the creature's eyes lit up as it rushed over, placing two items it had been carrying in its mouth before Xiano, then lifting its head expectantly for praise.
One was Enel's "divine vessel," the other Kizaru's arm.
In situations where looting corpses wasn't appropriate, Xiano would give Agin a meaningful look to handle it instead—a routine the creature had long grown accustomed to.
This was how they'd divided tasks back when the Krieg Pirate Crew invaded the East Blue.
"Good job, Agin."
Xiano smiled and stretched out his hands, vigorously rubbing Agin's furry head. The latter closed his eyes, emitting a contented purr from his throat, before finally lying down in satisfaction after a long while.
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