The day after a night of debauchery on Amazon Lily, the island still echoed with the sounds of the devouring passion that had ignited the royal chamber. The crumpled sheets, soaked in sweat and desire, still bore the marks of the intertwined bodies of Boa Hancock, Sandersonia, Marigold, and the tireless Satoru D. Gojo. Under the pale rays of dawn, the air was heavy, filled with a humid heat and the musky scent of their lovemaking. The three sisters, exhausted but fulfilled, exchanged knowing glances, their golden skins still glowing under the rising light.
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On the shores of Amazon Lily, a lively farewell scene unfolded near where Gojo's ship was anchored. Gojo, true to himself, was preparing to leave the island to return to his territory, under the watchful eyes of the Boa sisters and the eldest, Nyon. A few steps away, Hancock watched the scene with an almost comical melancholy, her cheeks blushing at the sight of the man with white hair.
"Well, girls, see you soon!" Gojo exclaimed with his dazzling smile, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Take care of yourselves, and you, Mari, try not to snack too much, huh!" he added with a laugh, provoking a vein of anger on Marigold's forehead.
"It's muscle, you idiot!" she retorted, outraged, which made her sister, Sandersonia, chuckle.
"Say hi to Yuki for us, okay?" Sandersonia said with a knowing smile, before adding, a vein pulsating on her temple, "And no, I'm not going to jump into your arms shouting goodbye, so forget about it!"
Gojo burst into laughter at their reactions, his charisma filling the air. Then, his gaze settled on Hancock, who nervously twisted her fingers, her cheeks flushed. "We'll meet again, Hancock. Take care of yourself, okay?" he said softly.
Hancock, true to her passionate nature, suddenly exclaimed, "Do you want children in the future?! Oh, Gojo, I will carry all the children you desire!" She brought her hands to her mouth, her eyes sparkling with stars.
Nyon, exasperated, rolled her eyes. "It never ends with her!" she grumbled, before adding more seriously, "Be careful, Gojo. Times are troubled, you know… The newspapers talk about worrying things."
Gojo shrugged, a confident smile on his lips. "That's what makes things fun, isn't it?" he replied, eliciting laughter from Mari and Sonia. He hadn't changed a bit since their first meeting.
Thus, under the partly annoyed, partly amused gazes of the Boa sisters and the enamored eyes of Hancock, Gojo left Amazon Lily. His ship gradually sailed away, leaving behind a pirate empress still dreaming of a future with him.
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Later, on the Grand Line
In the afternoon, Gojo's ship sailed calmly on the tumultuous waters of the Grand Line, a few kilometers from Jaya Island. This little-known island, often considered a mere myth, lay beneath the legendary Sky Island of Skypiea. As the ship sailed on, a strange phenomenon caught Gojo's attention: a dark torrent rose towards the sky, like a shadow defying the light. Intrigued, he removed his sunglasses, tucked them into his pocket, and squinted.
"A Devil Fruit?" he murmured, pensive. "I've never seen a power like this…" His usually carefree face showed a hint of curiosity. Then, a sly smile appeared. "Well, let's go take a look!"
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At the same time, on a nearby island…
Chaos reigned in a small devastated town. Five pirates, members of an emerging but formidable crew, spread terror. Houses collapsed, civilians fled screaming, and at the center of this carnage stood a massive man, enveloped in an aura of darkness: Marshall D. Teach, the captain of the Blackbeard Pirates.
"Zehahahaha!" he roared, his laughter echoing as a black, viscous substance emanated from his body, destroying everything in its path.
By his side, his lieutenants observed the scene with satisfaction. Jesus Burgess, a muscular colossus, exclaimed, "Six islands destroyed! Wiihahaha! We're unstoppable!"
Laffite, a slender man in a top hat, chuckled as he adjusted his headgear. "Your power keeps growing, Captain."
Van Augur, the crew's sniper, added coldly, "If that's what the Captain wants, let's test his limits."
As for Doc Q, the sickly doctor, he remained silent, slouching on his emaciated horse, seemingly indifferent to the surrounding chaos. These five men formed the core of the Blackbeard Pirates, a group still unknown to the World Government but whose threat was growing in the shadows.
Blackbeard, triumphant amidst the rubble, burst into laughter once again. "We're done here, guys! Everything is going as planned, zehahahaha!"
Suddenly, a nonchalant voice interrupted him: "Tell me more, will you?"
The pirates froze, turning their heads towards the intruder. There, casually leaning against a wall, stood Gojo D. Satoru, his white hair shining in the sun, and despite the imposing stature of the pirates, his three and a half meters height made him just as intimidating. His confident and provocative smile brought a heavy silence.
The Blackbeard Pirates exchanged glances. This man, known worldwide, was the last person they expected to encounter. Yet, there he was, looking at them as if it were perfectly normal.