The skies above Dressrosa darkened as storm clouds rolled in—not of rain, but of conflict. Tension gripped the island as fates began to intertwine.
Law vs. Doflamingo & Fujitora
At the edge of the Green Bit bridge, Law stood firm, Caesar's heart secured in a small black box by his side. Before him loomed two of the most dangerous men alive—Donquixote Doflamingo, the Joker of the underworld, and Admiral Fujitora, the blind swordsman of justice.
"You're not walking away with Caesar," Law declared, Kikoku resting in his grip. His breath was calm, but inside, his pulse pounded.
Doflamingo's lips curled in a lazy grin. "Still playing the hero, Law? How many moves ahead do you think you are now?"
Fujitora remained silent for a moment before tapping his cane on the ground. "If your intentions threaten the innocent, I must intervene. Justice does not tolerate recklessness."
Without warning, Law activated his Room. "Shambles!"
The air rippled. Debris shifted. A cart lifted into the air, slamming toward Doflamingo, who sliced it apart effortlessly. Fujitora raised his hand, gravity crushing a portion of the stone walkway around Law.
Law zipped through space, trading places with a crate, then a broken sword, striking with surgical precision at Doflamingo. But the Shichibukai countered with razor-sharp threads, one grazing Law's coat.
"You think you can juggle two monsters at once?" Doflamingo asked, amusement in his voice.
Fujitora lifted his sword high, and the sky darkened as he summoned an enormous gravitational mass. Law's Room expanded desperately.
"This isn't about winning," Law muttered. "It's about time."
Robin & Usopp Captured
In the thick underbrush of Green Bit, Robin and Usopp dangled from netting spun from natural vines. Surrounding them were dozens of small figures—Ton-tatta dwarves, all bristling with weapons and emotion.
"Intruders captured! Take them to the chamber!"
"Wait!" Usopp shouted, eyes wide and hands bound. "We're not enemies! I swear on the name of my ancestor—Noland the Liar!"
Everything froze.
The elder dwarf stepped forward, eyes glinting. "Noland-sama? Could it be?!"
Usopp blinked, then straightened with exaggerated dignity. "Yes, yes. I am his noble descendant. Captain Usopp! I've come to continue his legacy!"
Robin, still bound, whispered, "You're just making it worse..."
"Trust me," Usopp muttered.
Gasps rippled through the dwarves. Several wept openly. "He's so brave... just like the stories!"
"We'll prepare a feast! Release him immediately!"
Usopp nodded, beaming. This might just work.
Sanji & Violet
In a narrow alley of Dressrosa's capital, Violet guided Sanji with purpose. He followed willingly—until armed guards surrounded them with a sudden clang of boots.
"This is a setup, isn't it?" Sanji asked quietly, looking her in the eye.
Violet didn't respond at first. Then, she slowly pulled off her glove and placed her fingers to her temple.
"My ability... it's the Giro Giro no Mi. I can see into people's minds, their deepest truths... and lies."
She activated her power. Her eye glowed, and she stared into Sanji's heart.
She saw it—his thoughts of love, his unwavering loyalty, his refusal to harm women even at the cost of his life.
Her hand trembled. "You... you weren't lying. You really believed in me."
Sanji's face softened. "I never do."
Guards stepped forward. Violet turned to them. Her expression darkened.
"He's not the enemy. You are!"
With a dancer's grace and deadly precision, she struck. Her heels spun, disarming one guard. She dropped two others with swift blows.
Sanji, impressed, held his stance but didn't interfere.
Once the last guard dropped, Violet turned back. "I'll explain everything. You're in this now. We don't have much time."
"I'm with you," Sanji said. "Just tell me what to kick."
Violet smiled, this time without sadness. "Let's bring down the factory."
Zoro's New Ally
In a side street bursting with color and chaos, Zoro finally cornered the elusive fairy who had stolen his sword.
"Alright, enough games," he growled, sword at the ready.
The small figure turned—a dwarf with silver hair and a determined expression.
"I'm Wicca of the Tontatta Tribe. I had to test you. You passed."
Zoro raised an eyebrow. "You tested me by stealing my sword?"
"We need strong allies. Our princess, Mansherry, is being held by Doflamingo. We've been gathering intelligence."
Zoro sighed. "Look, I didn't come here to play rescue hero. I'm just looking for my friends—and my sword."
Wicca frowned. "But you already proved your strength. We need someone like you."
Zoro rubbed the back of his neck. "I don't care about your kingdom's politics. But... if my crew's involved, I can't just walk away."
He paused, then added, "I'll help you—but in exchange, you're going to give me directions. Straightforward, clear, and no detours. Got it?"
Wicca smiled wide. "Deal! Follow me. There's someone you need to meet."
Zoro groaned but followed. "Another side quest. Just great."
But behind the grumble was a slight grin.