At White Flame's quiet command, the confused survivors hesitated—
until Rebecca and Baby 5 urged them to move behind him.
They obeyed instinctively, still trembling, still unsure.
Then White Flame crouched, pressed one hand against the broken earth,
and his eyes flashed with a fierce, golden light.
[Rock Style: Reconstruction]
BOOM!
The ground rumbled.
The ruins of Angel Town began to tremble and shift.
Dust rose in waves as cracked stone and shattered timber fused together,
reshaping, reforming—
Buildings began to rise.
One after another, houses, shops, bell towers,
even the cobblestone streets themselves burst upward from the soil
like seeds after a storm of rain.
The refugees could only gape in silence.
The town that had once been trampled into ashes
under Drought Jack's monstrous army
was being reborn before their eyes.
In less than a minute,
the desolate wasteland became a shining new city.
Every ruin was gone—
replaced by clean streets, tall structures,
and a dazzling white plaza where a statue of two doves rose toward the sky.
When the earth finally stilled,
White Flame stood and withdrew his hand,
his body drenched in sweat.
For a heartbeat, no one spoke.
Then—
"WAAAHHH!!"
"It's back! Angel Town's back!"
"Look—those towers! It's even prettier than before!"
Their cries filled the air, voices breaking from disbelief into joy.
They had seen men who could destroy entire cities before—
this was the New World, after all.
But to rebuild one from dust in under a minute?
That was something else entirely.
To them, it was nothing short of a miracle.
"Master, you're incredible!"
Rebecca's face flushed pink with excitement,
eyes shining brighter than the morning sun.
"White Flame, you're soaked! Let me wipe you off."
Baby 5, ever attentive, pulled a towel from her bag
and hurried to his side, her tone full of gentle concern.
White Flame waved her off.
"No need."
Bandages flew from his body like living threads,
wrapping him head to toe before unwinding again.
When they peeled away,
his form was fresh, clean, and utterly restored—
not a drop of sweat remained.
The refugees gasped.
"Is that… magic?"
Even after everything they'd seen, they couldn't comprehend it.
Rebecca and Baby 5 only exchanged small smiles.
They'd watched him do this countless times during training aboard the ship—
exhausted one moment, completely rejuvenated the next.
White Flame glanced over the rebuilt streets.
"Never thought rebuilding a town would take more out of me
than fighting Doflamingo."
He exhaled slowly.
The work had looked effortless from the outside,
but sculpting every building through the Stone-Stone Fruit's power
required intense concentration and staggering energy.
Angel Town wasn't small—
easily over ten square kilometers.
To rebuild it all in sixty seconds was a feat
even Pica himself could never have matched.
Still, as he gazed at the rising doves at the center of the square,
a faint warmth flickered somewhere deep within him.
"At least now," he murmured,
"I finally have a home in this world."
The crowd erupted in cheers.
Men and women wept openly,
rushing toward the new houses,
touching the walls as if afraid they'd disappear.
Those who had hidden in the hills returned one after another,
falling to their knees in gratitude before him.
White Flame ignored their praise.
He lit a cigarette, the flame glinting in his half-lidded eyes.
"I didn't come here for your thanks."
"Tell me—where did Drought Jack go after he left this place?"
His voice was low, steady, deadly calm.
An elderly man stepped forward, wringing his hands.
"We… we don't know, sir.
After they destroyed the town, they looted everything valuable
and left by ship.
Those of us who survived fled into the mountains and hid there…"
He hesitated, then added quickly:
"But I've heard rumors!
There's an island not far from here—a place called Cocapiro Town.
It flies the flag of the Beasts Pirates,
ruled by one of Jack's lieutenants.
People say it's a thriving city—rich, lively, full of trade."
White Flame's eyes sharpened.
"And Jack himself?"
"I-I don't know, my lord," the old man stammered.
White Flame took a long drag from his cigarette,
exhaled, and flicked the ash into the wind.
"That's enough. Go."
As the man bowed and retreated,
White Flame's gaze drifted toward the horizon.
"Whether or not Jack's there…
that town will have someone who knows where to find him."
A cold glint sparked in his eyes.
Cocapiro Town
Once a peaceful island port,
it had become a glittering den of corruption and greed.
After the Beasts Pirates discovered its potential for profit,
they claimed it as their own—
planting their flag in the heart of the plaza
and forcing the townsfolk to pay tribute each year.
Those who refused… were wiped out.
Now the Marines avoided it,
the World Government turned a blind eye,
and the pirates ruled in decadent peace.
The neon lights shone bright,
the laughter was hollow.
"What a lively little cesspool," White Flame murmured,
stepping into the crowded streets with Rebecca and Baby 5 behind him.
Gold shimmered in every window,
music spilling from taverns, casinos, and brothels.
The scent of wine and perfume thickened the air.
He took one last drag of his cigarette and smiled faintly.
"Enjoy it while it lasts."
"Tonight… all of this changes hands."
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