New World, Misty Sea.

This region was perpetually shrouded in dense fog.

Ordinary pirate ships that accidentally wandered into these waters would find themselves lost in an endless sea of mist.

It was noon, and the blazing sun had slightly dispersed the fog, revealing a massive pirate ship deep within the mist—so large it resembled a floating island.

The colossal vessel was pulled by two giant sea turtles, drifting across the ocean.

Under the sunlight, the ship shimmered with a golden, glass-like radiance.

Upon closer inspection, one would realize that the source of the golden glow was actually towering structures made entirely of gold!

A white News Bird had been circling the outskirts of the mist for some time.

Spotting the reflected golden light, it swiftly flew towards its source.

Whoosh!

As the News Bird landed atop one of the towering golden structures, a sharp glint flashed from the golden ornament at the peak.

A razor-sharp golden needle shot out like lightning, piercing straight through the bird's skull and sending it plummeting from the sky.

A seamless gap suddenly opened in the roof of the building, and the News Bird's corpse fell inside.

The interior was a vast, opulent hall, resplendent with golden light—as if everything was forged from gold, exuding unparalleled extravagance and grandeur.

A tall, middle-aged man sat on a throne, lazily beckoning towards the News Bird's corpse.

Each of his ten fingers bore a golden ring.

As he gestured, one of the rings melted like liquid, transforming into a thin golden thread that hooked onto the invitation clutched in the bird's talons.

With a flick of his hand, the invitation, now entwined in golden thread, floated gently into his grasp.

"Beast God Pirates? Inviting me to a Tea Party? Hah! What a joke. I make billions of Berries in minutes—why would I waste my time on some nonsense in Totto Land? How did they even know I was in these waters?"

The man frowned, carefully examining the invitation until his eyes landed on a line of small text at the bottom.

"Your old friend, Donquixote Doflamingo."

"So it's Doflamingo. No wonder he knew my ship's location. Tch, the Heavenly Yaksha—a fallen Celestial Dragon."

With that, he tore the invitation to shreds.

*****

Meanwhile, on another island in the New World, a fierce battle was raging.

A young man wielding two massive hammers exuded a bloodthirsty aura as he relentlessly hammered his way through hundreds of pirates, forcing them into retreat.

"Who the hell are you?! This is the territory of the Yonko, Red Hair Shanks! The one guarding this island is the Poison Scorpion, Giorno, with a bounty of 760 million Berries!"

Despite being outnumbered hundreds to one, the pirates were completely overwhelmed by the young man's sheer presence.

His twin hammers spun like a whirlwind, deflecting even the bullets fired by the pirates with ease.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

With another casual swing, a series of explosive impacts rang out.

Over a dozen burly pirates didn't even have time to scream before their heads were crushed.

"Poison Scorpion? Trash, all of you! Is this really what the New World's pirates are made of?"

The young man's eyes were bloodshot as he moved like a tiger among sheep, leaving a trail of crimson carnage in his wake.

Within minutes, not a single intact corpse remained on the island.

Standing atop the pile of bodies, the youth gazed at the protagonist who had arrived too late.

"Foolish bastard, all worn out from dealing with my underlings, huh? Kehahaha! Taste the ultimate technique of Poison Scorpion Giorno!"

The burly man's body suddenly swelled monstrously, transforming into a massive purple scorpion dozens of meters tall.

A razor-sharp stinger dripped with violet venom, its appearance utterly terrifying.

A cruel grin curled on the young man's lips as he leaped high into the air, his massive hammer crashing down with devastating force!

...

Moments later, he sat atop the colossal scorpion's corpse, calmly wiping the black iron hammer in his hands.

Plop.

A gold-rimmed crimson invitation fluttered down from the sky, landing at his feet.

Above, the News Bird seemed too afraid to approach, hastily flapping away.

Picking up the invitation, the young man's bloodshot eyes gleamed with excitement.

"An invitation to the Beast God Pirates' Tea Party? Hahaha! I've got to check this out. Who knows—maybe I can fight that Beast God Caesar!"

******

East Blue, Shimotsuki Village.

On a low hill stood a modest dojo where dozens of young boys trained diligently in swordsmanship.

"Ha!"

"Ha!"

Their practice was intense, wooden swords gripped tightly as they swung again and again.

"Focus on the direction of your wrist's force, the angle of your body. Remember—it's not just about swinging with your arms. The most important thing is learning to harness the power of the earth itself."

A bespectacled man with a gentle smile walked among them, a long sword in hand, occasionally correcting their stances.

At the foot of the hill, a one-armed youth slowly made his way up, a rusted hatchet in hand and a bundle of firewood balanced on his shoulder.

He entered the dojo without hurry.

The moment he arrived, the boys' focus wavered, their eyes inevitably drawn to him.

Under their watchful gazes, the one-armed youth set down the firewood, arranged the logs neatly, then raised his hatchet and brought it down.

Despite having only one arm, his movements were fluid, almost poetic—so natural that the boys found themselves mesmerized, as if glimpsing the essence of some profound sword technique.

Thunk.

Yet the next moment, the rusted blade lodged itself into the wood, stuck fast against a stubborn knot.

Unfazed, the youth continued chopping, stroke after stroke.

After watching for a while, the boys realized he was simply cutting wood—no earth-shattering slashes, no hidden mastery.

Disappointed, they turned back to their training.

Kyoshiro observed silently, a faint smile on his lips.

His eyes, however, held unmistakable approval as they lingered on the one-armed figure.

Just then, two gold-rimmed crimson papers drifted down from the sky, landing in the dojo's courtyard and drawing gasps from the boys.

"Master, Master! Look—it has your name and Zoro's!" A quick-witted boy snatched them up and rushed over.

The man took the papers, his expression shifting slightly.

Without a word, he handed one of the invitations to the one-armed youth.

The young man opened it for a glance, then casually raised his rusted hatchet and made a light slicing motion in the air.

Rip.

A tearing sound echoed as the two invitations instantly split into countless fine threads, fluttering down to the ground like scattered confetti.

*****

Across the four seas, the Grand Line, the New World and even the Red Line, the wings of News Birds left their traces.

In an instant, thousands of exquisitely crafted invitations were delivered into the hands of individuals across the world.

Some scoffed upon reading them, some smiled faintly, while others curled their lips into cold sneers.

At the same time, in various corners of the world, ships set sail one after another, all heading towards the same destination!

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