One Piece: sign-in to Ryujin Jakka

Dragging along Weevil's mountainous body like it weighed nothing, Roman arrived atop the vast deck of Noah's Ark.

Standing there, he couldn't help but marvel.

'Too big… This ship is just too big.'

Even from this elevated vantage point, his entire field of view was consumed by the sheer size of Noah's Ark.

But the moment the two of them set foot on it—

BOOM!!!

The island beneath them collapsed in an instant.

Swallowed whole by the ocean.

Tidal waves surged, forming a massive whirlpool as the sea reclaimed the shattered landmass.

Roman didn't waste time.

Channeling the full power of his Rooster-Talisman, he directed Noah's Ark to fly toward Ohara.

Weevil was essentially now a walking war machine—

No, far beyond that.

An unstoppable force, fully loyal to him.

Therefore, Roman intended to deploy him in Ohara.

After all, that place was still under the watchful eyes of the Marines.

And if they didn't find anything soon, Roman was certain…

The Marines would strike again.

If Roman was present, fine.

If not, Weevil alone was deterrent enough.

Meanwhile, Kalifa and the rest of the group had already returned to Marineford aboard their warship.

The moment they docked, Marineford's best medical team rushed forward. Zephyr, severely wounded, was quickly brought in for examination.

But what the doctors found… left them utterly stunned.

"Lady Kalifa, what… what happened to Instructor Zephyr? He's gravely injured, yet shows no signs of life-threatening indicators. This is... beyond belief!"

And Zephyr wasn't the only one.

As time passed, they discovered similar anomalies among the injured cadets.

Signs of miraculous treatment.

Medical techniques they couldn't comprehend, let alone replicate.

"It was Admiral White Dove," Kalifa said calmly. "He healed them mid-way into the battle."

"White Dove?! That White Dove? He knows medicine?"

"This isn't just medicine—this is divine intervention!"

"Miracle! This is a miracle!"

…

Shortly after, Sengoku arrived, his expression heavy.

He looked directly at Kalifa.

"Kalifa. Where's White Dove?"

"When we left… he was still fighting Whitebeard Jr. The island was already collapsing. He told me to return with Zephyr and the others to ensure they were treated properly. He didn't want them left with any lasting injuries…"

Her voice cracked slightly.

"But I chose to believe in him. I chose to believe in… Roman."

At the name, Sengoku's gaze softened.

He could see her tightly clenched fists, the way her teeth bit into her lower lip, her furrowed brow.

He let out a deep sigh.

"I believe in him, too. If he said that, it means he had full confidence in surviving. We might hear from him in a few days. I'll also send an investigative team. Don't worry."

"Thank you, Fleet Admiral."

Kalifa nodded and took out a Den Den Mushi.

Roman's personal line.

But he hadn't brought it with him.

There was no way to reach him.

Three days passed quickly.

Kalifa didn't sleep. She waited restlessly in Sengoku's office.

Every minute, she prayed for news.

And then—

"Buru buru~"

The Den Den Mushi on Sengoku's desk rang.

Kalifa jumped up, eyes filled with desperate hope.

Sengoku picked it up.

"Report, Fleet Admiral! We've searched the coordinates for a full day. There's nothing. No island. Nothing at all. It's as if… it vanished."

Sengoku's heart sank.

The island had collapsed entirely—swallowed by the sea.

Kalifa's knees gave out.

She slumped onto the sofa, her voice trembling.

"No… no, that's impossible! Roman would never… he's too strong! Even Whitebeard Jr. can't beat him! He can't!"

Her eyes burned—not with grief, but self-hatred.

'If only I were stronger… If only I could've fought beside him. I need more power.'

Right then, Kalifa made a decision.

She wouldn't waste another second waiting.

She believed in Roman—he was still alive!

But from now on, she would use every moment to grow stronger.

"Fleet Admiral, I heard the Special Intelligence Division is hosting a tournament. I want to enter."

Sengoku paused, then nodded.

"I'll register you. And if we hear anything about Roman… you'll be the first to know."

"Thank you, Fleet Admiral."

Kalifa left the office.

Just outside, a figure with flowing pink hair was waiting.

"Kalifa. Hina came to find you."

Kalifa lifted her emotionless eyes, voice soft and distant.

"Hina, if you came to ask about Roman—I don't know where he is either. I'm just waiting for him to return."

She brushed past.

But Hina called out behind her.

"Hina believes in Roman too. That's why she came. She couldn't sit still. So… she wants to fight you. At the training grounds."

A flicker of light returned to Kalifa's gaze.

A tiny smile tugged at her lips.

"Let's go. A fight is exactly what I need right now."

Far away…

Roman sat atop the side of Noah's Ark, gazing down at the drifting clouds.

Only now did he realize…

He didn't bring a Den Den Mushi.

Of course, he'd never made a habit of carrying one. Usually it was on the warship… or with Kalifa.

He sighed.

"To keep Kalifa from worrying, and to prevent Sengoku from growing suspicious… I'd better drop Weevil off at Ohara quickly."

With that thought, he surged his talismanic power output to the maximum.

The enormous Noah's Ark shot through the skies like a flying fortress, speeding toward Ohara...