1) When Lightning Looks Down
The sky didn't crack so much as decide. A spear of gold-white slammed to the cloud-stone dais, heat frosting the air; every hair on every arm stood saluting. Birds fled like scattered punctuation. The bolt withdrew, and Enel remained—bare-chested and glacier calm, earlobes looped in hoops, drums fanning behind him like a peacock made of storm.
His eyes slid over the Shandia, flicked at Robin, paused at Conis (who'd followed despite her father's whispered don't), and finally rested on Vegito. A smile like lightning remembering it could whisper.
"Who dares interrupt God?"
Vegito raised a hand like a student who already knew the answer. "Me. Hi. I'm here to repossess your thunder."
Raki snorted despite herself. Nojiko's mouth tilted, storm-blue eyes reflecting the roiling sky. Nami, habitually allergic to divine posturing, folded her arms with accountant's contempt. Bell-mère shifted her rifle on her shoulder and muttered, "Divinity surcharge."
Enel's staff rang once against the stone—music, malice. "Kneel," he suggested pleasantly, and a cuff of lightning snapped around the dais like a leash.
Vegito dusted his shoulder. "Hard pass."
Enel blinked. A tiny muscle in one cheek admitted to being alive. Then he was everywhere, Mantra skimming minds, lightning-body splitting and knitting, staff coming down with a sound like a cathedral door slamming—
—and striking two fingers.
Vegito smiled, indulgent. "You're pretty."
"Blasphemer," Enel breathed, and the world turned to static.
2) The Ordeal of Being Outclassed
The first minute was symphony. Enel saturating cloud and air with charge, lancing bolts like spears through treetops, fusing sand in glass veining the soil; Vegito moving in the negative space of thunder, each dodge a dissertation in arrogance forgiven. When Enel tried to lace lightning through Vegito's heart, Vegito caught it, rolled it between his fingers, and blew it out like a candle.
Satori, half-conscious from yesterday's humiliation, sobbed into a bush.
"Observation Haki plus Logia untouchable plus god complex," Vegito narrated, strolling through a sheet of white fire. "Strong kit. Bad user."
Enel's lips thinned. "Two hundred million volts."
The sky fell.
A pillar of lightning hit so hard the dais cratered, ringing the jungle like a bell. Shandia dropped to one knee; Conis shrieked; even Raki's spear hummed.
When the flare died, Vegito was where he'd been, only bored now. "Cool," he said. "My turn?"
He flicked Enel's forehead.
God left the platform at unholy speed, bounced off a ruin, cratered a second dais, and lay there reconsidering theology.
Nojiko laughed—small, involuntary. She clapped a hand over her mouth, eyes bright like storm glass.
3) Mantra Meets a Choir
Enel stood, slower, dignity stapled back on. He reached into the hum of the island, Mantra opening like a thousand ears along a thousand nerves. He listened to the future—
—and heard an orchestra.
Vegito's presence wasn't a line to predict; it was a choir, harmonies of possible moves singing at once. Enel tried to choose a note and found it answered with a chord that made his teeth hum.
"Annoying," Enel said, and that was as rattled as he got.
"Let me fix your hearing," Vegito said, and vanished.
A hand settled on Enel's shoulder from behind. Another rested on the staff and pushed it gently down. Enel spun lightning mad—Vegito was gone; a chuckle came from above; then from the left; then from directly inside Enel's guard, cheek to cheek.
"Shh," Vegito whispered, and Enel felt, for the first time in years, alone inside his skull.
4) Nojiko and the Shape of Rain
Off the dais, the crew moved like a family that had learned to fight in each other's shadows. Kuina harried fallen priests without killing them, a kindness made of bruises. Nami strapped a brand-new Impact Dial to her wrist and promptly tried to sell the concept to herself with interest. Robin read walls while stepping aside without looking when debris had the nerve to fall where she intended to be. Kaya and Chopper posted up with Conis beside a blown tree, triaging scraped knees and singed pride.
Nojiko stood very still.
Lightning tastes like tin and sky and the moment before a secret is said. She inhaled it. In her mind, she was eleven and staring out a rain-streaked window, counting seconds between flash and boom to map a storm's heartbeat.
"Captain," she murmured.
Vegito didn't turn, because he didn't need to. "Mm?"
"If you take his thunder out by the roots… will it die? The feeling?"
"Not if I transplant it," Vegito said, still very busy humiliating divinity.
Nojiko smiled, small and eager. "Good."
5) Theology: A Practical Lesson
Enel gathered his arrogance in both hands and became lightning, a man-shaped filament lashing between cloud and ruin, hitting Vegito from angles human arms had no right to understand. Vegito let a few bolts scar his coat for the drama; when Enel drove his staff like a spear toward Vegito's heart, Vegito caught it again—this time closing his fist and crumpling gold as if it had been cheap candy foil.
Enel stared at the ruin of his symbol. For a fraction, a boy from Birka flickered across his face—hungry, proud, furious at a sky that didn't say his name back.
"You want everyone to kneel," Vegito said gently. "But you've never asked the sky to dance."
Enel snarled, took the sky, and threw it.
Vegito lifted his palm, and the storm faltered, remembered manners, and lowered its voice.
"Sit," Vegito said to the lightning. It sat. "Good."
Raki barked a shocked laugh. Even Conis's terror cracked enough to let wonder in.
6) Extraction
"Alright," Vegito said, dusting his hands. "Fun's over. I'm taking the toy. You can keep the drums."
Enel spat blood, pride, and a tooth. "You cannot take what the world gave me."
"Watch."
The air dimmed—not with shadow, but with attention. Heaven's Embrace answered from the edge of Upper Yard, runes pulsing like a heartbeat syncing with Vegito's. A sigil he'd never bothered to name spun open in his palm, not a seal so much as a decision—the same authority he'd used to peel Kuro's cowardice from a parlor, to pull a girl named Kuina out of past tense, to coax pink snow out of a mountain.
He placed that hand against Enel's sternum.
"Remove Devil Fruit: Goro Goro no Mi," he said, as if ordering off a menu. "Revoke. Rehouse."
The world clicked.
Lightning evacuated Enel like a tide leaving a bay. Not pain—absence. His Mantra howled, then whined, then quieted into the small, mortal keen of a boy who could finally hear only himself. The drums behind him fell silent one by one.
Enel crumpled to his knees and stared at his hands like they'd betrayed him. "What am I," he whispered, "without it?"
"Early," Vegito said softly. "Try being a man."
He turned, the fruit pooling in his palm as if congealed storm had learned to be fruit-shaped: smooth, slick coils of deep indigo, sparking faintly like a heartbeat in the dark. The air leaned in. Nojiko did not move, because moving would break the moment.
"For you," Vegito said, and held the Goro Goro no Mi out like an oath.
Nami blinked. "To Nojiko?"
Nojiko laughed—the kind of clean, delighted laugh you do when a part of you discovers it had saved a seat for this feeling your whole life. She stepped forward, hands steady. "Are you sure?"
Vegito's eyes warmed. "You've always been a storm we could count on. Now you get thunder to match."
Nojiko took the fruit. It tasted like static and lemon and a secret her mouth had been waiting to say. She swallowed, winced, then straightened as a shiver rolled through her—hair floating one second; curls snapping back the next. A blue-white spark traced her collarbone, greedy and thrilled.
Lightning tiptoed down her arm, kissed her palm, asked: May I?
"Yes," she said, and the air brightened.
Conis gasped, hand clasped to her mouth, eyes round as moon-dials. Raki whistled low. Bell-mère grinned like a proud thief. Nami pinched the bridge of her nose and began calculating infrastructure upgrades.
Enel watched, small and empty and mortal. In the clean silence after the storm, his Mantra heard something it had never prioritized: people's hearts beating willingly near him.
He lowered his head.
7) The Battle We Didn't Need
Enel tried—reflex, habit, grief. He lunged with a mortal staff at a woman who had just been gifted a sky.
Nojiko raised a hand. A small, precise fork of lightning left her fingertips, tapped the staff, and turned it to glass with a chime.
"Oh," she said, delighted. "I love this."
"Same," Vegito said, pleased.
Enel fell backward on his ass. Nobody laughed. Even gods deserve a clean ending when they choose it.
Vegito offered a hand. Enel stared, then took it. In the exchange, a thousand sermons died unspoken and one apology was born stubborn. Enel didn't say thank you. He didn't know how. He did not try to kill anyone else that day.
"That'll do," Bell-mère murmured, and slung her rifle.
8) The Golden City, the Bell, and the Note
Upper Yard opened itself the way places do when fear has fled: vines loosening, paths revealing, stones remembering they were roads first and ruins second. The Shandia moved like people stepping out of a war in the middle of a breath. Wiper (singed pride, sore knuckles, complicated honor) nodded at Vegito once and decided to be a problem later, pleasantly.
Robin followed whispers in stone to a Poneglyph tucked beneath a canopy of time. Its grooves held water from last night's storm; the letters peeked like shy teeth. She touched the prose and let it climb into her bones.
A shape behind the letters—a man's hand, five hundred years ago, writing a message to a woman who would read it now.
"Roger," she breathed, and smiled with an ache that was not entirely hers.
Vegito stood with her as she read the inscriptions aloud: coordinates written as music in stone, a history that hummed with enforced silence, a name—Poseidon—written with respect and fear and a clause she would worry later. She found, tucked beside the formal script, a scrawl that sounded like laughter even in her head: I was here. To the farfar reader: keep going. The world's truth isn't on a stone. It's in what you do after you read it.
She laughed; a tear happened to her; she pretended it was dust. "He was annoying," she said fondly.
"Men who ring bells usually are," Vegito said. "Speaking of."
They climbed.
Angel Island and Shandia gathered below like two halves of a heart that had finally remembered the beat. Conis's fingers laced with Pagaya's; Aisa pressed hands to her head, Mantra a gleeful squeal at last. Nami, who hated heights unless she'd invoiced them, stood close to Vegito and pretended she wasn't.
The Golden Bell waited in a skull of trees and cloud, tarnished and patient.
"Allow me," Nojiko said softly.
Lightning ran down her arms like silk. She placed both palms against the bell's flank, eyes closing, listening for the place where metal wants to be touched. Electricity licked bronze; resonance woke; deep inside the bell a note stretched, yawned, and remembered it had a job.
Nojiko stepped back. Vegito laid two fingers on the rim.
"Ring," he said.
He flicked.
The sound rolled like sunrise across oceans.
Jaya below stopped. In a shack with hope-lines carved into the door, Mont Blanc Cricket howled and laughed and cried into his hands. Bellamy looked up and didn't know why he felt small, but it was the right size. In Marineford, Sengoku closed his eyes and smiled despite policy. Garp whooped and told a seagull to box him. In Pangaea Castle, Imu's head canted a fraction—as if at a knock on a door they'd sealed 800 years ago.
The bell's echo came back carrying names: Noland. Calgara. People who had waited to be told they weren't ridiculous.
Robin pressed her palm against the Poneglyph and left no mark, only presence. "Thank you," she told the dead, and meant it.
9) Gold and the Grace of Not Stealing It All
The city gave up its gold like a grandmother finally agreeing to eat more cake: with grumbles and pride and relief. Vegito took what they needed to feed a future—fund a ship's shop, the system's greedy store, pay for villages that had forgotten summers, buy devil fruits for people who would use them for laughter first and war last. He left the rest where it belonged: in stories, in museums that would someday be honest, in weddings.
Nami needed to sit down twice. Zala fanned her and said dryly, "You can't count it all, darling." Nami snarled and tried anyway.
"Captain," Robin said later, quiet, eyes on a final engrave. "About Poseidon."
"Another day," he said. "When she's a girl who can choose her life and not a prophecy."
Robin's shoulders unknotted a notch you couldn't see unless you loved her. "Another day," she agreed.
10) The Girl with the Conch Pins
Conis found Vegito by the bell's support, legs dangling, expression turned the way you turn a cup to watch light on tea.
"You are not a god," she said.
"No," he agreed.
"But you made God stop," she said, surprise still padding her vowels.
"I made a man put a toy down," Vegito said. "The rest is this island."
Conis looked down at Angel Island, at Shandia hugging like people who hadn't had permission for skin in a decade. She looked at Nojiko practicing small, conscientious storms over the lake, at Nami rapidly inventing a water tax code that somehow made everyone richer, at Bell-mère teaching kids to shoot coconuts out of trees with slings because apparently that's appropriate now, at Kaya and Chopper setting a clinic line beneath a palm with smile triage.
"You said tea," Conis murmured, "and heads. You kept both."
"I try," he said.
She breathed. "I would like to come with you," she said, to her own surprise and delight. "I love my home. I want… to make it bigger."
He smiled without teeth. "We'll bring you back as often as you like. Your father will scold me if I don't."
Pagaya had walked up at some point, quiet as good fathers are. He put his hand on Conis's shoulder. "Bring her home with stories," he told Vegito. "And don't let her be the quiet one on your ship."
Conis brightened. "I can sing loudly."
"Oh no," Nami said from thirty feet away, because Mantra is also called being a big sister.
11) World Reaction: Fear of Bells
The papers wove Skypiea into a tapestry that made censors smoke.
WANTEDVEGITO – 700,000,000 BERRIESBell-ringer; warlord elimination confirmed; Sky sovereignty voided; onset of "miracle crimes" continues; suspected god-eater (editorial note removed).
NOJIKO – 120,000,000Goro Goro no Mi user; "Storm's Little Sister"; keep away from water mains.
NAMI – 40,000,000Illicit taxation; weather fraud; larceny of clouds.
KUINA – 85,000,000Sword intent noted; please stop cutting policy memos in half by glaring at them.
REIJU – 70,000,000Poison princess; kisses remain confusing.
NICO ROBIN – 89,000,000Ohara Demon walks with bell ringer; reading continues.
VIVI – no bounty; a decree: Alabasta thanks "the pirates who refused to steal the desert."
ZALA – 55,000,000MIKITA – 30,000,000Former agents, current problems.
HINA – Wanted for desertion (internal); TASHIGI – transfer canceled (oops).
CHOPPER – 50 BELLIPet. Suspicious. Adorable. (Stop drawing hearts on the poster.)
On Mariejois' cold floor, the Five Elders read and pretended they weren't sweating. Saturn tapped a file: Revival Incidents (Titi; Bell— rumors of a whale, a man in Wano whispered over sake like a dare). "He is accelerating history."
"Then we must stop time," Imu said, and the room remembered what hunger felt like.
Sengoku closed his eyes over the 700,000,000 and exhaled through his nose. "He's not just breaking our bad men," he told Garp. "He's breaking our pace."
"Good," Garp said around a grin. "I was bored of our pace."
12) The Party
Night on Angel Beach: lanterns like little moons, drums with hands that had forgotten shame, women laughing at the edge of the water until the water laughed back. Wiper grudgingly handed over a jug and then argued with Bell-mère about ballistics. Raki danced with Kuina and discovered the joy of being evenly matched without needing to win. Robin taught Conis an Ohara lullaby that had survived arson by hiding in people. Nojiko stood on the pier and called tiny lightning into a wineglass to make it sparkle; Nami charged admission and was immediately booed and then paid anyway.
Vegito sat on the figurehead with Sora, who curled into him with the ease of a woman who had decided to be neither fragile nor polite about wanting to be close. The baby flickered under her hand—just a nudge, a whisper. He stared at the stars and let himself be ordinary for ten breaths.
Conis climbed up and perched cross-legged. "Do you ever stop moving?" she asked.
"Sometimes," he said. "If someone puts tea in my hands."
She produced a cup, proud. "I planned for that."
He laughed, took it, and tipped it like a toast to the bell.
13) Status Check — Skypiea Cleared
[Status Screen]Name: VegitoRace: Saiyan (Full-Blooded)Titles: Sky-Treading Devil; Bell-Ringer; Desert's Undoing; Captain of Heaven's EmbraceBounty: 700,000,000 Berries
Attributes:
Strength: ∞ | Speed: ∞ | Endurance: ∞ | Intelligence: S+
Ki Control: S+ | Haki Mastery: S+
Core Techniques:
Kame Style Arsenal (stable)
Rokushiki + Rokuogan (teaching mode: on)
Wood Release (architecture, restraint, festival)
Instant Transmission (sparingly public)
Kaioken (no backlash)
Ultra Instinct (Omen) in Base
New/Updated:
Devil Fruit Removal Protocols (stable): successful extraction—Goro Goro no Mi
Transference Complete: Nojiko → Goro Goro no Mi (sync 98%)
Mantra/Observation Tuning: crew baseline ↑ (ambient bell resonance)
Ship: Heaven's Embrace — Mood: Smug, maternal, gossiping with clouds
Library (Ohara Index): Skypiea codex synced
Hyperbolic Room: idle
Clothing Fabricator: "Skyformal" loadouts saved (Conis, Raki templates available)
Private Realm (Sakai): idle (note: future island safekeeping)
Crew:
Bell-mère – Quartermaster / Small Arms (Mink slingshot curriculum drafted; don't ask)
Nami – Navigator (Weather-dial integration; "cloud tax" abolished under protest)
Nojiko – Stormwarden (Goro Goro no Mi; precision lightning; bell-harmonics link)
Kaya – Doctor (Heal-Heal; Skypiea clinic seeding complete)
Kuina – Swordswoman (Aerial kata stable; Shandia exchange planned)
Reiju – Combat Medic/Poison Specialist (Dial toxins compendium)
Nico Robin – Archaeologist (Poneglyph notes secured; Roger annotation archived)
Vivi – Princess/Envoy (Return leg planned after Jaya resupply)
Zala – Martial Artist (Iron-body drills x dials)
Mikita – Aerial Combat (Mass+Geppo synergy; "parasol guard" for Sora drafted)
Hina – Tactician (CP counterplay library started)
Tashigi – Swordswoman/Archivist (Twin forms with Kuina; feelings: ongoing)
Tony Tony Chopper – Doctor (Angel stickers acquired; Bounty: 50 belli, framed thrice)
Conis – Guide / Musician / Sky Dial Tech (newly recruited; home visits guaranteed)
Sora – (Private) Expectant; health: stable; cravings: diversified.
Recent Events:
Enel defeated (humiliation → deification revoked)
Goro Goro no Mi removed and transferred to Nojiko
Golden Bell rung; Cricket vindicated; Shandia–Skypiea détente begun
Poneglyph read; Roger's note confirmed
Conis recruited; Pagaya parental approval acquired (with tea)
World reactions: Bounty ↑; Gorōsei unsettled; Imu attentive; Sengoku wary; Garp delighted
Next Objective:
Foxy incident (light warm-up, prize acquisitions) → Aokiji encounter (Robin fear; demonstration) → Water 7 (CP9 thwarting; Kalifa recruitment; Kiwi & Mozu; Enies Lobby field trip).
Continue to keep pregnancy private; recalibrate ship hazards; add pickled plum storage.
The bell's echoes faded into the skin of the world. On the beach, music rose. In the trees, wind braided new stories for old scars. In the sky, stars took attendance and, for once, didn't find anyone missing who wanted to be found.
Vegito set his cup down, stood, and offered a hand to Conis. "Come on," he said. "Let's go teach the sea a song it hasn't heard."
She took it, laughing. The crew gathered, a bright unruly constellation. Heaven's Embrace flexed her wings and pretended not to preen. And somewhere very far away, five men in a round room and one shadow listened for bells and tried, unsuccessfully, to forget how much they hated the sound of other people's joy.
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