Location: Mariejois – Hall of Judgment
Dark clouds loomed over the Holy Land as the Gorōsei stood before a massive Den Den Mushi projector.
An image flickered on-screen: Toni, emerging from the ruins of Eltheris, sword in hand, surrounded by faint blue light as the storm above him cracked the sky in half.
The stillness in the room was heavy.
The bald elder with the katana spoke first. "He found it."
The elder in the bowler hat leaned forward. "The sword that should not exist."
"The child carries the last known Mythblade Core, bonded to Tenryūzan. We buried the bloodline… yet here it stands again."
A marine officer, trembling, stepped forward. "W-what are your orders?"
The white-haired elder replied coldly, "Issue a bounty. Triple the standard amount. The public will see a boy… but the world must understand this is a living weapon."
He turned to the Den Den Mushi. "Wanted alive or dead. Preferably dead."
Bounty Notice – Newly Issued
Name: Toni of the Mythblade
Affiliation: Roger Pirates (Unofficial)
Threat Level: Classified (Ancient Weapon Risk)
Bounty: 480,000,000 Berries
Alive or Dead
Location: Oro Jackson – Aboard Ship, Days Later
The crew gathered around the latest bounty poster, freshly delivered by a News Coo that had nearly been fried by storm winds.
Buggy's jaw dropped. "FOUR HUNDRED AND EIGHTY MILLION?! He's a kid!"
Shanks burst out laughing. "That's more than mine and yours combined!"
Roger, grinning wildly, slapped Toni on the back. "You've gone and made history before you're even a man."
Rayleigh folded his arms. "This… isn't just a bounty. It's a message."
Toni stared at the poster quietly.
"I don't want to be a weapon."
"You aren't," Roger said firmly. "But the world thinks in fear, not truth."
Toni's grip on Tenryūzan tightened.
"Then I'll show them the truth."
That Night – Fogbound Waters, Near Navel Archipelago
The sea was eerily quiet.
The fog rolled in thick, muting even the sound of waves. The Oro Jackson slowed, crew on alert.
Shanks peered into the mist. "Visibility's zero. Should we drop anchor?"
Rayleigh's Observation Haki flared. "Wait… I sense…"
BOOM.
A harpoon slammed into the sea just meters from the ship.
Another followed.
Then a voice rang out from the mist, hollow and echoing.
"By order of the World Government, surrender the Mythblade."
From the fog emerged three marine vessels—Vice Admiral-level ships, heavily armed.
Aboard the lead: Vice Admiral Khagan, known as the Bloodhound of Justice. A relic of the old regime, face covered in scars, eyes red from countless nights hunting pirates in the dark.
He held up a copy of Toni's bounty.
"Send out the boy and we'll spare the rest."
Roger stepped forward on deck, arms crossed. "You've got one warning, dog."
Khagan sneered. "No negotiation."
Toni stepped forward beside Roger, eyes blazing.
"I'll go," he said.
Shanks spun. "What?! No!"
Toni smiled faintly. "This is my war. Let me fight it."
Roger grinned wide. "Kid… you've got the soul of a captain."
He turned to his crew. "We hold the line. Let the kid handle his first naval army."
Toni vs. the Sea Dogs – Solo Boarding Action
Toni leapt from the ship, landing on Khagan's deck with grace.
The marines rushed.
Blades. Rifles. Cannons.
Toni moved.
Tenryūzan sang.
He danced between bullets, Observation Haki guiding every breath. Each slash didn't just strike—it remembered. His sword adapted mid-swing, as though it had already fought this battle in a forgotten age.
The marines fell like dominoes.
Khagan descended from the mast.
Massive. Iron-gauntleted. His fists alone crushed steel.
"You're just a child with a fancy toy," he growled.
Toni raised Tenryūzan. "And you're a fossil still barking orders."
They clashed.
Khagan's brute force cracked the deck.
Toni dodged narrowly, blade skimming skin, slicing through waves of compressed air.
Then—it happened.
Toni's sword glowed white-blue for a moment.
"Form Five – Echo Sever."
With a silent step, he vanished—then reappeared behind Khagan.
One clean stroke.
The vice admiral's armor shattered.
He dropped to his knees—conscious, but bleeding and disarmed.
Aftermath
The remaining ships backed off.
The fog began to lift.
Roger and crew boarded the damaged marine ship to recover Toni.
Buggy whistled. "Did he… solo a vice admiral?"
Rayleigh smiled. "He didn't fight alone. That sword carries a thousand warriors."
Toni stood in the rising sunlight, breathing slow and steady.
And Tenryūzan gleamed in approval.