The Draken pirates chained us to the deck of our own ship.
Blindfolded.
Heavy rope around wrists.
Voices trembling.
Wood creaking.
Only I stood free—shackled, yes, but not helpless.
Yami walked slowly toward me, blade tapping my chin.
"Tell me your name," she whispered, "or I'll carve it out of you."
I smiled.
She pressed harder. "What are you?"
My answer was simple.
"…Tired."
Yami frowned. "Of what?"
I lifted my head.
My eyes burned—white, then gold, then star-bright.
"Tired of pretending."
The sky roared.
Clouds twisted violently. Winds screamed. The sea rose up like a living beast.
Yami stepped back. "What—what is this?!"
The air cracked.
A whirlpool exploded beneath the Draken fleet, dragging the ocean downward into a spiraling abyss. Their four massive ships jerked sideways, sailors screaming as the world bent around them.
Draken pirates looked around, horrified.
"THIS ISN'T NORMAL WEATHER!"
"WHAT'S HAPPENING?!"
"SOMEONE STOP IT—STOP—!"
I raised my shackled hands.
Telekinesis surged.
Every Draken ship—huge, armored, deadly—lifted into the sky like toys.
Hundreds of pirates dangled screaming upside down as the hulls flipped over.
Jack screamed, "STOP! STOP—WHAT ARE YOU?!"
Raze and Yami were thrown upward, spinning helplessly.
Three hundred pirates.
Four massive warships.
All suspended in the air by a single man.
I spoke softly:
"You entered my territory."
Then I dropped everything.
CRASH.
BOOM.
The ocean swallowed them whole.
Ships shattered.
Bodies disappeared under the whirlpool's teeth.
The Draken Pirates' entire invasion fleet—destroyed in seconds.
I teleported the commanders—Jack, Raze, Yami—far into the deepest part of the sea.
No ships.
No soldiers.
No escape.
Then silence.
The storm faded instantly.
The sky cleared.
The Phoenix Pirates—blindfolded, tied up, confused—had only heard the screams, explosions, and tearing wood. They saw nothing.
Good.
I walked among them and untied Paul first.
He gasped. "We're… alive? What happened?!"
I removed his blindfold. "We sailed into danger. Then we left."
One by one, Rinnegan, Nezuka, Ayesha, and Kami were untied—faces pale, clothes still shaking from fear.
Ayesha whispered, "Phoenix… where are the Draken Pirates?"
"Gone," I said softly.
"Gone?" Nezuka repeated. "How?! There were hundreds—four ships—"
I simply gave her a gentle smile.
"I'll explain later."
But inside, I knew one thing clearly.
They had seen nothing.
And that was exactly how it needed to be… for now.