One Piece: General Blue

"No! It's too risky! That move isn't perfected yet—what if we get exposed…"

Before Rorschach could finish, he was interrupted by Luo.

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! It might never come again!"

Rain continued pouring, soaking all three of them. Rorschach extended his hand, gripping Luo's shoulder firmly.

"Let's do it. Let's experience firsthand the essence of this chaos, to understand what's kept it standing strong and unshaken for eight centuries."

Minutes later, atop the canopy of a massive Yalqiman mangrove, Rorschach brought up three charred, unconscious pirates and tossed them onto the dense branches.

"What's your plan?" he asked Luo.

Law frowned, his fingers twitching absentmindedly as he pondered how to execute his chaotic space ability.

"First, the nature of Chaotic Space allows for the remote swapping of minds. For instance, like this."

Extending his hands toward Rorschach and the dazed Hibari, Law swapped their positions with a gesture.

Thud!

Both Rorschach and Hibari felt their hearts momentarily stop.

Their minds blurred for a second, but then clarity returned.

"What did you just do, Law ?" Hibari asked, puzzled.

But as soon as she spoke, she froze.

Something was off.

Why did her voice sound like Rorschach's?

Staring down at her body, her eyes widened in disbelief.

Her tall, muscular physique—over 2.6 meters in height—bristled with incredible power. Her hands were long and strong, and even through the pouring rain, her vision was crystal clear, able to see great distances.

The overwhelming sensation of strength and clarity mesmerized her for a moment.

"No… this isn't my body. This is Rorschach's body! How did I end up in Rorschach's body?" Yunque exclaimed, utterly stunned.

Just then, the petite figure of Hibari standing beside her spoke in Yunque's original voice.

"This is Law's Chaotic Space. It allows for the temporary exchange of minds—or souls, if you prefer—between individuals. Right now, we've effectively swapped bodies."

Rorschach explained calmly in Hibari's soft, clear voice.

"What an amazing ability! This move is incredible!" Hibari said, her eyes filled with admiration as she looked at Lwa.

"Lwa, this technique could absolutely turn the tide in life-and-death situations!"

But Lwa wasn't as optimistic.

"It's not that simple. If we're up against someone with a strong mind or armed with Haki, this move wouldn't work."

He glanced at Rorschach. "If Rorschach had preemptively guarded his body with Haki, this wouldn't have happened."

"Don't sell yourself short. This ability is genuinely powerful. Now, switch us back. We're on the clock," Rorschach said, shifting uncomfortably in Hibari's body. Instinctively, he touched his arm and chest.

Her smooth, soft skin was completely unfamiliar. Though there were muscles, her body contained more fat, particularly concentrated in the chest and hips.

Hibari's body felt so fragile.

Even the lower height—from 2.6 meters to 1.6 meters—was jarring.

Seeing Rorschach's movements, Hibari's mind blanked out entirely, crashing like a system overload.

"What is Rorschach doing in my body?"

Lwa quickly used Chaotic Space again to restore their original states.

"Phew, it feels so much better being back in my own body," Rorschach exhaled in relief.

Meanwhile, Hibari's face turned beet red as she covered her face with her hands and turned away, too embarrassed to look at anyone.

"Have you finalized the plan, Lwa? The rain is letting up. Once it stops, we'll lose our best chance." Rorschach's brows furrowed.

Through his Observation Haki, he sensed the Rozwad family moving farther away under CP escort, nearing the auction house.

If they entered the narrow confines of the auction house, performing the soul swap there would be much riskier and more likely to be detected.

The well-trained CP guards weren't to be underestimated.

Lwa took a deep breath, calming himself. Pointing at the unconscious pirates lying on the branches, he said, "Here's the plan."

"You've experienced Chaotic Space, so you understand its mind-swapping ability. My idea is to use it on us three and the Rozwad family. The result: our minds will inhabit their bodies, and they'll occupy ours."

"You can imagine how disastrous it would be if the Rozwads were to take control of our bodies."

Rorschach was momentarily stunned.

Lwa was right.

If the Rozwads controlled their bodies, the operation would be exposed entirely.

No matter how they explained it afterward, the result would be grim: a death sentence for attacking the World Nobles.

"So, you're using the pirates as intermediaries?" Rorschach asked, glancing at the three dazed and electrocuted pirates.

"No, I'll sever their sensory nerves using the powers of the Op-Op Fruit. They won't be able to see, hear, speak, or move. Then, our bodies will temporarily house their minds, mitigating the risk. Your lightning should have fried their brains enough to prevent them from controlling our bodies."

"This gives us the time we need for your plan. But even so, this operation carries immense risks."

"Let's go all in!" Rorschach declared without hesitation.

"Then, take us and the pirates to the nearest canopy above the Rozwad family. That's where I'll act."

Moments later, Rorschach hoisted Yunque and Lwa while manipulating the wind to drag the pirates along, speeding through the canopy.

As they moved, Rorschach reminded Hibari, "Remember, you're now Lady Shalulia. Behave exactly like a Celestial Dragon—don't act out of character."

"How should I act?" Hibari asked, her tone serious.

"If unsure, stand still and keep a stern expression. Leave the rest to us."

Hibari nodded firmly. "I won't let you down!"

Soon, they caught up with the Rozwad family's escort.

"Get ready, Law. I'm going to distract those people now."

Rorschach whispered softly, and a streak of lightning flickered in his right hand. The bolt slithered upward through the dense rain, merging seamlessly into the dark clouds above.

At that moment, Rorschach felt something extraordinary.

He sensed that the lightning he had released was rapidly expanding, growing immensely more powerful. Natural lightning in the atmosphere began merging with his energy, amplifying the strength of his thunderous force.

After a while, Rorschach deemed it sufficient. He redirected the accumulated lightning toward a massive Arcanvine Red Tree not far away.

However, to his astonishment, what he called forth was not a mere arm-thick bolt of lightning but a thunderous pillar as wide as an ancient towering tree.

"Boom!"

A colossal lightning column descended from the clouds, resembling divine punishment that pierced through the heavens. It struck the trunk of the Arcanvine Red Tree directly.

With an earth-shattering explosion, the massive lightning column ripped through the ancient tree's body, shattering it from within. The once-pristine tree, weathered by countless years, was blown apart from the inside out.

The thunderous explosion was so loud that it generated a shockwave across the red forest below, creating a deafening boom that swept through the area.

The towering Arcanvine Red Tree was obliterated, its massive roots upturned from the ground, forming ridges in the earth like mountain ranges.

On the ground, more than a hundred people were thrown into utter chaos.

Dozens were flung into the air by the shockwave's ferocity.

Even the protective bubbles above the heads of the Rosward family burst, causing them to tumble from their slaves and hit the muddy ground, dazed and disoriented.

The CP guards, despite their considerable strength, clenched their teeth as their ears buzzed, trying to endure the shockwave's impact.

"Spatial Disruption!"

Law took a deep breath, his eyes gleaming with determination as he locked onto Rosward Saint, Charlos Saint, and Shalulia Palace among the crowd below with his Observation Haki.

This time, the powers of the Op-Op Fruit he unleashed didn't form a visible, translucent dome-shaped space.

Instead, it manifested as an invisible, widespread ability.

Such a technique clearly consumed immense physical energy.

As Law shifted his hands, the three individuals standing atop the dense canopy of the tree became dazed and motionless. Their vacant expressions betrayed their entrapment, standing precisely where they wouldn't fall.

Meanwhile, three nearby pirates remained sprawled on the branches, unmoving as though frozen in place.

Down on the ground, the Rosward trio, thrown by the lightning's shockwave, blinked in confusion as they regained consciousness.

"Rosward Saint! Charlos Saint! Shalulia Palace!"

Seeing the noble Celestial Dragons lying in the muddy earth, their once-pristine, luxurious white garments now soiled with dirt and grime, was a shocking sight.

Even their iconic bubble helmets, symbolizing their status, were destroyed.

What was more horrifying were the visible injuries on their faces—scratches and bruises from the fall.

The CP guards, witnessing this, trembled uncontrollably.

A chilling fear overtook them, engulfing their hearts entirely.

To let the Celestial Dragons suffer such humiliation was an unforgivable failure.

They might as well die for their negligence.

Yet their unwavering loyalty, ingrained since childhood, propelled the CP guards forward despite their terror. With trembling hands, they helped the Rosward family back to their feet.

Simultaneously, the armored Holy Land guards rushed over in a frenzy, kneeling in unison and slamming their foreheads into the ground.

"We apologize! We apologize! Rosward Saint! Charlos Saint! Shalulia Palace! We failed to protect you, noble ones! It is our unforgivable sin! We deserve death!"

Even the CP guards who lifted the Rosward trio fell to their knees in the mud, their faces pale with guilt.

"It's not your fault..."

Charlos began instinctively, seeing the regret and terror etched on their faces.

But Rosward, now steady on his feet, abruptly drew his cane and struck a kneeling black-clad guard before him with furious force

"Bang!"

The heavy cane smashed onto the guard's head, splitting it open and drawing blood. With a muffled grunt, the guard collapsed to the ground.

The furious Saint Rosward was stronger than he looked.

"Useless! Worthless trash! How dare you let someone as great as me suffer such an insult!"

Rosward raised his cane again and, with relentless strikes, rained down blows on the fallen CP guard. The guard's body twitched as blood seeped from every part of him.

Behind him, Charlos and Shalulia seemed paralyzed by their father's actions, standing motionless in shock.

The guard lying on the ground was the leader of the CP unit assigned to protect the Rosward family. His status, compared to others, was relatively high.

But under Rosward's violent assault, he did not even attempt to shield himself. He merely lay there, allowing Rosward to beat him mercilessly.

The other guards witnessed this scene, their eyes filled with deep fear.

If it were merely a beating, then even if they were gravely injured or crippled, it would be a minor matter.

As long as they could appease the anger of the Celestial Dragon.

But if the Rosward family couldn't move past what had just happened, their fates would likely be worse than death.

Yet, even in the face of such a hellish prospect, none of the guards dared to resist or flee.

All knelt, waiting for the furious judgment of Saint Rosward.

"You worthless trash, I will have you all executed!"

"I will have you all executed!"

Rosward, panting heavily, threw down his cane and pointed at the black-clad mass of kneeling guards, roaring in fury.

"Fa…"

Charlos Saint's face turned pale at his father's outburst. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

"Are you mad, Charlos? Father is enraged right now. These lowly garbage creatures failed in their duties as guards and allowed us to be humiliated. To execute them would be a mercy."

Shalulia Palace grabbed her brother by the arm, her expression somewhat odd.

On the other side, the guards, including those of higher rank among the CP, turned ashen upon hearing Rosward's death sentence.

Rosward snorted heavily and turned to his children.

"Charlos, Shalulia, are you unharmed?"

Under Rosward's piercing gaze, Charlos, his face streaked with snot, avoided eye contact, clearly fearful of him.

Shalulia, however, met his eyes briefly and subtly smirked.

Seeing their contrasting reactions, Rosward was momentarily stunned.

Then, his chin quivered, and he coughed suddenly.

"Close call… I nearly burst out laughing…"

Rosward—more accurately, Rorschach, whose consciousness now occupied Rosward's body—immediately grasped the situation upon noticing Charlos and Shalulia's differing behaviors.

Lwa's technique, Chaos Space, had evidently gone somewhat awry.

Though it was largely successful, Hibari's consciousness had been transferred to Charlos, while Lwa's had ended up in Shalulia's body.

Only Rorschach had successfully replaced Rosward.

And the first thing he did as an enraged Celestial Dragon was to severely punish the incompetent guards.

"We're fine… Father," Shalulia said awkwardly. "But our clothes are filthy, and the hoods are torn. I don't want to keep breathing this disgusting air in Sabaody. Father, are we leaving now? Charlos still wants to buy that mermaid at the auction house. And you, Father, didn't you want to purchase a giant slave? Are we leaving empty-handed?"

Rosward instantly caught on. He turned back to the surrounding guards and glared at the CP leader lying on the ground.

"What was that just now? An attack?"

The bloodied guard immediately straightened his posture, kneeling as he respectfully replied:

"Reporting to Saint Rosward, based on my assessment, it was likely a lightning strike on the Yalkiman Mangrove nearby."

"The storm might have attracted lightning, which happened to strike the tree Mangroves us."

"Is that so? I thought it was a pirate attack."

"It's unlikely, esteemed Saint Rosward. No one on this sea could summon such a terrifying pillar of lightning."

The CP leader spoke deferentially, disregarding the blood streaming down his face.

Rosward returned to the massive slave, who had been retrieved by a few guards.

As he approached, a nearby kneeling guard crawled forward, positioning himself as a stepping stone.

Rosward stepped onto the guard's back and, with assistance from two others, climbed onto the broad back of the giant slave.

He cast a cold glance at the remaining kneeling guards and snorted.

"I'm going to the No. 1 Auction House to purchase slaves. Consider yourselves lucky today—I won't kill you. But our clothes are dirty, and the hoods are torn. If you don't bring clean replacements within ten minutes, you'll still die."

Hearing his words, the kneeling guards finally showed signs of relief, their faces lighting up with gratitude as they bowed deeply.

"Thank you, Saint Rosward, Saint Charlos, and Lady Shalulia, for your magnanimity and mercy!"

"Saint Rosward, the 69th Government Station should have spare clothing and hoods. Please wait a moment while we retrieve them."

The bloodied CP leader pulled out a vial from his pocket and poured its contents into his mouth.

As the liquid took effect, his body swelled, his aura surged dramatically, and his injuries began to heal.

With renewed vigor, he sprang dozens of meters away and dashed into the distance.

Two other guards, who had also consumed the same potion, followed suit, their strength and speed greatly enhanced as they disappeared into the forest.

In under eight minutes, the CP leader returned with the other two guards, each carrying bundles of luxurious white robes and bubble hoods.

"Maids! Help the esteemed masters change!"

The CP leader's face was pale, his aura weaker than before. His previously black hair was now streaked with white, and deep wrinkles had appeared on his face.

After some time, the Rosward family, now clad in fresh robes and bubble hoods, continued toward the No. 1 Auction House.

The guards surrounding them became more vigilant, their focus sharpened.

The CP guards, standing close to Rosward, were on high alert, scanning for any sign of danger.

The CP leader looked at Rosward's back with a gaze of profound gratitude.

"Today, we were truly fortunate. I almost thought I was dead for sure. It was my carelessness that failed to protect the great Rosward family at the moment of the lightning strike."

"Thank goodness for the great Saint Rosward's mercy in forgiving us."

"An incident like that must never happen again!"

'Charlos' squirmed uncomfortably under the oversized robe, the bubble hood on her head, and the slave carrying her below.

But the physical discomfort was secondary.

It was the emotional turmoil that was unbearable.

She looked down at the massive slave beneath her—a giant over three and a half meters tall. Shackles adorned his neck, wrists, and ankles as he trudged forward with a blank expression.

The sharp stones on the ground tore into his palms and knees, drawing blood, yet he seemed entirely numb to the pain.

It was as though he had lost all sensation—both physical and emotional.

The giant slaves beneath Shalulia and Rosward were in similar conditions.

This blatant trampling of dignity and humanity gave Hibari an overwhelming sense of inner conflict.

Even more so, the surrounding guards showed not a hint of sympathy.

To them, this was normal—expected.

"Living like this is worse than death."

Hibari sat stiffly atop the slave, her mind racing with thoughts of intervention.

She considered using Charlos's identity as a Celestial Dragon to pardon the slaves.

But Hibari knew she couldn't.

Such actions wouldn't align with the behavior of a Celestial Dragon.

"So, this is the source of darkness that Brother Rorschach wanted us to witness?"

Hibari thought she had already seen the chaos Rosha spoke of.

But she had underestimated the Celestial Dragons.

When their entourage finally arrived at the No. 1 Auction House's clearing, Hibari witnessed a sight she would never forget.

From east to west, a crowd stretched across hundreds of meters—a sea of humanity that numbered in the tens of thousands.

Among them were richly dressed merchants, nobles, and even royalty from various kingdoms.

There were burly slave traders, pirates, and government officials.

There were also frightened, anxious civilians.

The nobility, merchants, and officials stood proudly in the center, smiles plastered across their faces.

The slave traders and pirates clustered to the right, each accompanied by bound captives of various kinds.

The civilians, looking terrified, huddled on the left.

Every single one of them knelt.

All except for them.

(End of Chapter)

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