Neo Soul King Yhwach

Timeskip - Marine Base G-5

The air was thick with tension as Zaegar and the four kings stood amidst the chaos of Marine Base G-5. Bodies of fallen marines littered the ground, their lifeless forms a grim reminder of the violence that had erupted within the once orderly compound. Despite the carnage surrounding them, Zaegar's fury burned brighter than ever as he held a still-living marine by the collar, his claws digging into the man's flesh as he shook him roughly.

Zaegar's eyes blazed with righteous anger as he shoved his bounty poster in the marine's face, his voice filled with venomous rage.

Zaegar: WHY THE FUCK IS MY BOUNTY THIS LOW, HUH?! LOOK AT THIS! LOOK AT IT! I'M FUCKING STRONGER THAN THIS!

The marine's eyes widened in fear as he stared at the bounty poster, his hands trembling as he struggled to form a coherent response.

Marine: P-Please, I-I don't know! I-I'm just a low-ranking soldier, I swear!

But Zaegar paid no heed to the marine's pleas, his grip tightening on the man's collar as he continued to berate him.

Zaegar: I DON'T GIVE A SHIT IF YOU'RE A LOW-RANKING SOLDIER! YOU'RE PART OF THIS CORRUPT SYSTEM THAT UNDERVALUES MY STRENGTH! I'LL MAKE SURE YOU PAY FOR THIS INJUSTICE!

The four kings watched the scene unfold with a mixture of amusement and apprehension, their eyes darting nervously between Zaegar and the trembling marine. While they were used to Zaegar's outbursts, they couldn't help but feel a sense of unease at the dragon's unchecked fury.

First King: Easy there, Zaegar. You don't want to kill the poor guy before he can give us any answers.

Second King: Yeah, take it easy, buddy. We're all on the same side here.

Third King: Besides, I don't think he's the one who decides on your bounty.

Fourth King: Yeah, he's just a grunt following orders. Don't take it out on him.

Zaegar's grip tightened on the marine's uniform, his fury unabated as he glared at the man with undisguised hatred.

Zaegar: I don't give a shit about your excuses! I want answers, and I want them now!

The marine stammered incoherently, his words muffled by Zaegar's claws as he struggled to form a coherent response.

Marine: P-please, I-I don't know anything about your bounty! I'm just a low-ranking soldier!

Zaegar's eyes narrowed at the marine's response, his patience wearing thin as he leaned in closer, his hot breath washing over the man's face.

Zaegar: Bullshit! You're a marine, aren't you? You must know something about how these bounties work!

The marine shook his head frantically, his eyes wide with fear as he pleaded for mercy.

Marine: I-I swear, I don't know anything! P-please, just let me go!

As the marine's pleas fell on deaf ears, Zaegar's frustration reached its breaking point. With a roar of anger, he drew back his claw, ready to strike. The four kings watched in horror as Zaegar's claw sliced through the air, cutting the marine in half with a sickening squelch.

Blood sprayed across the ground as the marine's lifeless body crumpled to the ground, his eyes still wide with terror in death. Zaegar stood over the corpse, his chest heaving with rage as he turned to face the four kings, his eyes burning with fury.

Zaegar: How the hell am I supposed to get my bounty fixed if even the marines don't know anything?! This is fucking ridiculous!

The four kings exchanged uneasy glances, unsure of how to calm Zaegar's rage. They knew that his bounty was a sensitive topic for him, and the revelation of its low value had only served to fuel his anger further.

As Zaegar stormed out of the building, his wings flaring in frustration, the four kings hurriedly followed suit, their feathers ruffled with concern. They knew they had to diffuse the situation before it escalated any further.

First King: Zaegar, wait! Calm down!

Second King: Yeah, we need to figure out our next move.

Third King: Let's not make things worse.

Fourth King: Yeah, we need to think this through.

But Zaegar was too consumed by anger to listen to reason. His mind was a whirlwind of fury and frustration, his thoughts consumed by the injustice of his low bounty. As he stormed through the compound, he barely noticed the presence of Commodore Smoker until it was too late.

With a burst of speed, Smoker's Nanashaku Jitte came hurtling towards Zaegar, aiming to strike him down. But out of instinct, Zaegar managed to dodge the attack just in time.

As Zaegar swiftly evaded Smoker's strike, the marine officer's gaze fell upon the bloodied bodies of his fallen comrades, his expression hardening with determination. He turned his attention back to Zaegar, his eyes narrowing in recognition as he spoke with a voice laced with authority.

Smoker: You! I recognize you from the bounty poster. Zaegar, "The Mad Lizard," right?

As Zaegar glared at Smoker, his eyes ablaze with fury, he appeared in front of the marine officer in an instant, his claws bared and his teeth gritted in a snarl. The air crackled with tension as the two adversaries faced off, their gazes locked in a battle of wills.

Zaegar's voice dripped with venom as he confronted Smoker, his words laced with disdain and contempt.

Zaegar: What the fuck do you fucking mean, you albino-haired bitch 2.0, that I'm a "The Mad Lizard"? I fucking dare you to fucking repeat that. I double fucking dare you, motherfucker!

Smoker's expression remained stoic as he met Zaegar's enraged gaze, his own resolve unyielding in the face of the dragon's fury. He raised an eyebrow in response to Zaegar's outburst, his voice calm but authoritative as he addressed the enraged creature before him.

Smoker: "The Mad Lizard" is your epithet, isn't it? Or are you denying your own reputation now?

Zaegar's snarl deepened at Smoker's words, his rage boiling over as he lunged forward, his claws aimed at the marine officer's throat.

Zaegar: You think you can talk down to me, you fucking marine scum?! I'll rip your goddamn throat out!

Just as Zaegar lunged at Smoker, his claws poised to strike, the marine officer's body suddenly transformed into smoke, causing Zaegar's attack to pass right through him. Before Zaegar could react, Smoker reformed a few feet away, his expression unchanged as he regarded the enraged dragon.

Smoker: You'll have to do better than that, "Mad Lizard."

Before Zaegar could react to the unexpected turn of events, his momentum carried him forward, straight into the path of Tashigi, who had moved to intercept him. With a surprised yelp, Zaegar collided with the marine swordsman, sending both of them crashing to the ground in a tangle of limbs.

Tashigi: W-What the...?!

Tashigi grunted as she hit the ground, her sword clattering to the pavement as she struggled to push Zaegar off of her. Meanwhile, Smoker's expression remained impassive as he watched the scene unfold, his eyes narrowing in suspicion as he assessed the situation.

As Zaegar used his tail to launch Tashigi off the island, sending her flying through the air with a startled cry, he turned his attention back to Smoker, his eyes blazing with fury. The unit of marine reinforcements arrived just in time to witness the chaos unfolding before them, but their arrival was short-lived.

With a swift movement of his claws, Zaegar sliced through the unit of marines with ease, his movements precise and deadly as he dispatched them one by one. The marines stood no chance against the enraged dragon, their bodies falling to the ground in a heap as Zaegar's spiritual pressure filled the air with an ominous aura.

As Smoker felt the weight of Zaegar's spiritual pressure bearing down on him, he stumbled backward, his body unable to withstand the force of the dragon's wrath. He fell to the ground with a grunt, his Nanashaku Jitte clattering to the pavement as he struggled to regain his footing.

Smoker: Damn it...

Despite his best efforts, Smoker found himself overwhelmed by Zaegar's power, his body trembling under the weight of the dragon's spiritual pressure. He knew that he was no match for Zaegar in his current state, but he refused to back down.

As Zaegar slowly flew towards him, his gaze fixed on Smoker with unbridled hatred, the marine officer braced himself for the inevitable. But just as Zaegar was about to reach him, the dragon suddenly stopped in his tracks, a mischievous glint appearing in his eyes.

With a swift movement, Zaegar planted his tiny dragon feet on Smoker's face, using all of his strength to push the marine officer to the ground. As Smoker struggled beneath him, Zaegar shoved his bounty poster towards the marine's face, his voice dripping with contempt.

Zaegar: DO YOU SEE THIS FUCKING BOUNTY?! THIS IS AN INSULT TO MY STRENGTH! THIS IS PURE BULLSHIT YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES DID TO MY BOUNTY!

Smoker grunted as he tried to push Zaegar off, but the dragon's grip was too strong. He could feel the weight of Zaegar's fury pressing down on him, his own frustration mounting as he struggled to break free.

Smoker: Get off me, you damn lizard!

Zaegar ignored Smoker's protests, his eyes blazing with anger as he continued to berate the marine officer.

Zaegar: I DEMAND ANSWERS! WHY IS MY BOUNTY SO LOW?! WHY AM I WORTH LESS THAN NOTHING?!

Smoker grunted in discomfort as Zaegar's feet pressed against his face, his eyes narrowing in frustration at the dragon's outburst.

Smoker: Get off of me, you overgrown lizard! You think I had anything to do with your bounty?!

Zaegar's grip tightened on the bounty poster, his claws digging into the paper as he glared down at Smoker with undisguised hatred.

Zaegar: YOU'RE PART OF THE MARINE, AREN'T YOU?! THAT MAKES YOU RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS INJUSTICE!

Smoker's expression darkened at Zaegar's accusation, his voice laced with anger as he pushed against the dragon's weight.

Smoker: I may be a marine, but I have no control over the bounties issued by the World Government. That's above my paygrade, lizard!

Zaegar's fury reached its boiling point as he leaned in closer to Smoker, his hot breath washing over the marine's face.

Zaegar: I DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOUR EXCUSES! YOU'RE A MARINE, AND THAT MAKES YOU MY ENEMY!

As Zaegar prepared to launch his claw towards Smoker, his muscles tense with fury, he suddenly heard a voice from behind him that made him freeze in his tracks.

Aokiji: Ara-ara...

The familiar voice sent a shiver down Zaegar's spine, causing him to turn around slowly, his eyes widening in surprise as he came face to face with Admiral Aokiji. The air around them grew colder as Aokiji approached, his icy presence unmistakable as he regarded Zaegar with a calm yet authoritative gaze.

Aokiji: Excuse me, young... lizard?

Aokiji's tone was casual, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice as he addressed Zaegar. 

Aokiji: Could you please step aside? Smoker here is a friend of mine.

However, Zaegar's fury quickly resurfaced as Aokiji referred to Smoker as a friend. With a snarl, Zaegar increased his spiritual pressure, causing Aokiji to instantly drop to the ground, his icy form cracking under the force of Zaegar's power. As Aokiji fell, Zaegar kicked Smoker away, sending the marine crashing into the nearby building with a resounding thud.

Zaegar's eyes blazed with fury as he turned his attention back to Aokiji, his claws bared and his teeth gritted in a snarl.

Zaegar: You're an admiral, aren't you? So you sure must have a say in this...

With a swift movement, Zaegar pulled out his bounty poster and shoved it towards Aokiji's face, his voice dripping with contempt.

Zaegar: WHY THE FUCK IS MY BOUNTY NEGATIVE ONE BERRIE?!

Aokiji regarded the bounty poster with a neutral expression, his eyes scanning the document with careful scrutiny. After a moment of silence, he finally spoke, his voice calm but authoritative.

Aokiji: Your bounty is a matter decided by the World Government, not by me. I have no control over such matters.

Zaegar's grip tightened on the bounty poster, his claws digging into the paper as he glared down at Aokiji with undisguised hatred.

Zaegar: I DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOUR EXCUSES! YOU'RE AN ADMIRAL, AND THAT MAKES YOU RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS INJUSTICE!

The Fourth King, observing the tense confrontation from the sidelines, couldn't help but interject with a thought that struck him like a lightning bolt.

Fourth King: Hey, Zaegar, why don't you fight the admiral? Surely, if you were to defeat an admiral, your bounty would skyrocket! No one has ever killed an admiral before!

As the Fourth King's words echoed through the air, both Smoker and Aokiji's eyes widened in shock at the audacity of the suggestion. However, before they could react, Zaegar's expression shifted from fury to contemplation as he considered the idea.

Zaegar: You know... that's not a bad idea.

With a sudden burst of movement, Zaegar launched himself towards Aokiji, his claws aimed at the admiral's chest. But just as Zaegar's attack was about to connect, Aokiji regained his footing with a surprising display of agility, his icy form solidifying around him as he held up a hand in a gesture of caution.

Aokiji: Hold on now, let's not get ahead of ourselves.

Zaegar's eyes widened in surprise as he felt Aokiji's icy grip tighten around his foot, preventing him from landing a solid blow. The Fourth King watched the scene unfold with a mixture of excitement and apprehension, unsure of what would happen next.

Fourth King: Whoa, I didn't see that coming!

As Zaegar glared down at Aokiji with undisguised hatred, his mouth began to crackle with Reiatsu as he charged up a Cero, his eyes burning with fury. Aokiji's eyes widened in alarm as he sensed the danger signals emanating from Zaegar, his observation Haki alerting him to the imminent threat.

Scene Break - Baltigo

The tension in the room was palpable as Yhwach and Dragon faced each other across the long table, their gazes locked in a silent battle of wills. Dragon's expression was unreadable as he regarded Yhwach with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion, unsure of what to make of the man's unexpected visit.

Dragon: I must admit, Dragon Slayer, I didn't expect you to accept my invitation to join the Revolutionary Army.

Yhwach's lips curved into a knowing smile as he leaned back in his chair, his eyes gleaming with purpose.

Yhwach: I appreciate the offer, Dragon. But I'm afraid I'm not here to join your revolutionary army.

Dragon's brow furrowed in confusion at Yhwach's response, his curiosity piqued by the unexpected turn of events.

Dragon: You're not here to join us? Then what is the purpose of your visit?

Yhwach's smile widened slightly as he leaned forward, resting his hand on the armchair as he looked at Dragon with a glint of amusement in his eyes.

Yhwach: What isn't there to understand? You're Dragon. I'm the Dragon Slayer. Do I need to explain any further?

As Yhwach's words hung in the air, Dragon's guards immediately tensed, their weapons pointed towards the Quincy King. Dragon himself remained composed, his gaze steady as he regarded Yhwach with a mixture of suspicion and intrigue.

Dragon raised his hand, signaling his guards to stand down, before turning his attention back to Yhwach. His expression remained calm and composed, but there was a hint of curiosity in his eyes as he regarded the Quincy King.

Dragon: Yhwach, I understand your reputation as the Dragon Slayer. However, if you're not here to align with our cause, what purpose brings you to our doorstep?

Yhwach's smile softened slightly as he met Dragon's gaze.

Yhwach: Like I said I'm not here to join your ranks, Dragon. I'm here to suggest an alliance.

Dragon's eyebrows raised in surprise at Yhwach's unexpected declaration, his curiosity piqued by the notion of collaborating with the newly made emperor before him.

Dragon: An alliance, you say? What kind of alliance are you proposing, Dragon Slayer?

Yhwach's gaze remained steady as he explained his intentions, his words carrying a sense of conviction and purpose.

Yhwach: I believe that our organizations share a common goal—bringing about significant change in the world. However, our methods differ. I propose that we join forces, combining our strengths to achieve our objectives more effectively.

Dragon considered Yhwach's proposal carefully, weighing the potential benefits and risks of forming an alliance with the leader of a mysterious organization.

Dragon: And what exactly do you hope to gain from this partnership, Dragon Slayer?

Yhwach's smile widened at Dragon's question, his eyes gleaming with a newfound sense of purpose as he leaned forward, his gaze locking with Dragon's.

Yhwach: What I seek is simple, Dragon. I desire a source of income, access to valuable information, and a pool of manpower to help our cause further. In return, I offer you the full might of my organization, ready to support your cause in any way necessary.

Dragon nodded thoughtfully at Yhwach's proposition, his mind already considering the potential benefits of forming an alliance with the Quincy King.

Dragon: I see. In exchange for our resources, you offer us your unwavering support. It's a tempting offer, Dragon Slayer, but I must ask—what assurance do we have that you won't turn against us in the future?

Yhwach's expression remained confident as he outlined his vision for the alliance, his words carrying a sense of conviction and authority.

Yhwach: Rest assured, Dragon, I have no intention of betraying our agreement. I understand the importance of trust in any partnership, and I am willing to provide whatever assurances you require to solidify our alliance.

Dragon nodded thoughtfully, his mind racing with possibilities. While he harbored reservations about joining forces with Yhwach, he couldn't deny the potential benefits of such an alliance.

Dragon: Very well, Dragon Slayer. I am willing to consider your proposal. However, there are conditions that must be met before I agree to any partnership.

Yhwach's smile widened at Dragon's response, his eyes shining with anticipation.

Yhwach: Of course, Dragon. Name your conditions, and I shall do everything in my power to fulfill them.

Dragon's expression hardened as he laid out his terms for the alliance, his voice firm and unwavering.

Dragon: Firstly, absolute transparency is imperative. I will tolerate no deception or ulterior motives. equality is non-negotiable. We stand as equals in this partnership, with equal say and equal responsibility. And lastly, loyalty is the foundation upon which this alliance is built. Betrayal will not be tolerated, and the consequences will be severe.

Yhwach listened intently to Dragon's conditions, his expression remaining calm and composed as he absorbed the terms of the proposed alliance. After a moment of contemplation, he nodded in agreement, his eyes gleaming with a newfound sense of determination.

Yhwach: Your conditions are fair, Dragon, and I accept them wholeheartedly. Transparency, equality, and loyalty shall be the cornerstones of our partnership.

Dragon nodded in acknowledgment, a sense of cautious optimism blossoming within him as he considered the potential benefits of forming an alliance with Yhwach.

Dragon: Very well, Yhwach. If you are sincere in your intentions, then I see no reason why we cannot work together towards our common goals.

As Dragon and Yhwach shook hands, sealing their agreement, Dragon reached into his coat and pulled out a small white Den Den Mushi. The tiny snail was perched on his palm, its eyes blinking curiously at the two men.

Dragon: Excellent. To facilitate our communication, take this.

Dragon reached into his coat and produced a small, white Den Den Mushi, handing it to Yhwach. The snail's eyes blinked curiously as it looked up at the Quincy King.

Dragon: This Den Den Mushi is secure and encrypted. Use it to contact me directly if you need to discuss anything of importance.

Yhwach accepted the Den Den Mushi with a nod, appreciating the trust Dragon was extending. He understood the significance of such a gesture and intended to honor it.

Yhwach: Thank you, Dragon. I assure you, that this line of communication will be used judiciously.

As Yhwach rose to his feet, ready to take his leave, Dragon's voice halted him mid-step.

Dragon: Before you go, Yhwach, there's one more matter we need to address. Where do you plan to establish your base of operations? If you wish to stay here with us, I have no objections.

Yhwach turned back to face Dragon, his expression thoughtful. He appreciated the offer but had other plans in mind.

Yhwach: I appreciate your generosity, Dragon, but I have already chosen a location for my base of operations. I intend to claim Thriller Bark.

Dragon raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Yhwach's choice. Thriller Bark was a massive, eerie ship island once ruled by the warlord Gecko Moria, now abandoned and drifting in the Florian Triangle.

Dragon: Thriller Bark? That's an... interesting choice. Why there, of all places?

Yhwach's smile widened slightly as he explained his reasoning.

Yhwach: Thriller Bark offers a unique combination of security, isolation, and versatility. Its remote location and formidable defenses make it an ideal stronghold for my organization. Plus, its size and infrastructure provide ample space for expansion and experimentation.

Dragon nodded thoughtfully, his mind already considering the implications of Yhwach's decision.

Dragon: Very well, Yhwach. If that is your decision, then I will support you in any way I can. But remember, if you ever need assistance, do not hesitate to contact me.

Yhwach nodded in gratitude, a sense of determination burning in his eyes.

Yhwach: Thank you, Dragon. I will keep that in mind. Farewell for now, but I look forward to our future collaboration.

With that, Yhwach turned and left the room, the white Den Den Mushi safely tucked away in his coat. As he walked through the corridors of Baltigo, his mind was already racing with plans to transform Thriller Bark into a powerful base for his organization.

Timeskip - Location Onboard Brig, En Route to Florian Triangle

As Yhwach stood at the helm of the brig, guiding the ship towards the Florian Triangle, his mind was preoccupied with thoughts of his new alliance with Dragon and the acquisition of Thriller Bark. In the depths of his consciousness, he reached out to Ginjo, through their mental connection.

Yhwach: (Mental Link) Ginjo, I'm surprised you've been rather quiet during our recent negotiations with Dragon. Usually, you have plenty to say about these matters. Is there something on your mind?

Ginjo's voice echoed in Yhwach's mind, his thoughts projecting a sense of contemplation and uncertainty.

Ginjo: (Within Yhwach's mind) Yhwach, I've been doing some thinking lately. This alliance with Dragon and the Revolutionary Army, it's... intriguing, to say the least. But I can't shake this feeling of unease. Are we sure we can trust them? Are we sure they won't stab us in the back when the time comes?

Yhwach's brow furrowed slightly at Ginjo's words, his mind racing with possibilities as he considered the implications of their alliance.

Yhwach: (Mental Link) I understand your concerns, Ginjo. Trust is a fragile thing, especially in our line of work. But I believe that Dragon sees the value in our partnership. He wouldn't have agreed to it otherwise.

Ginjo's thoughts remained troubled as he mulled over Yhwach's response, his mind grappling with doubts and uncertainties.

Ginjo: (Within Yhwach's mind) I hope you're right, Yhwach. I really do. But something about this whole situation feels off to me. It's like we're walking into a trap, and we don't even realize it.

Yhwach's expression softened with understanding as he listened to Ginjo's concerns, his mind racing with thoughts of reassurance and determination.

Yhwach: (Mental Link) I understand your apprehension, Ginjo. But we must trust in our instincts and remain vigilant. If anything seems amiss, we'll deal with it accordingly. For now, let's focus on our objectives and move forward with caution.

As the brig sailed deeper into the heart of the Florian Triangle, Yhwach's keen senses picked up on something unsettling: a thick, dense fog enveloped the entire sea, obscuring visibility and shrouding the ship in an eerie atmosphere. Yhwach's eyes narrowed as he peered through the mist, his mind alert and focused on the task at hand.

Just as he was about to order the crew to proceed with caution, his attention was drawn to something unexpected: looming within the fog were gigantic, unidentified entities, their forms obscured by the dense mist. Yhwach's heart rate quickened slightly as he observed these mysterious beings, his mind racing with thoughts of caution and curiosity.

Ginjo couldn't help but comment on the strange occurrence, his voice tinged with a mixture of skepticism and intrigue.

Ginjo: (Within Yhwach's mind) Well, well, well, if it isn't the infamous Florian Triangle living up to its reputation. Giant unidentified beings, thick fog, and those ominous red eyes... It's like something straight out of a horror story.

As Yhwach's brig drew closer to the massive silhouette to their right, the outline of an imposing structure began to emerge from the dense fog. It was none other than Thriller Bark, the eerie ship island that Yhwach had chosen as the base of operations for his organization.

Yhwach's eyes narrowed as he surveyed the island, his mind racing with thoughts of the potential it held for his plans. The thick outer wall, resembling a giant mouth, loomed ominously in the mist, its gates closed tight as if guarding a forbidden secret.

Ginjo's voice echoed in Yhwach's mind, his thoughts tinged with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

Ginjo: (Within Yhwach's mind) Well, well, well, it seems we've arrived at our new home. Thriller Bark certainly lives up to its name, doesn't it? But what do you suppose awaits us beyond those gates?

Yhwach's expression remained composed as he considered Ginjo's question, his mind already formulating plans for the future.

Yhwach: (Mental Link) Only one way to find out, Ginjo. We'll make our presence known and claim this island as our own. With Thriller Bark as our base, nothing will stand in the way of our ambitions.

Yhwach steered the brig towards the gates of Thriller Bark, his eyes fixed on the ominous structure looming before them. As the ship approached, the massive gates slowly creaked open, revealing the dark and mysterious interior of the island.

As Yhwach's brig sailed through the open gates of Thriller Bark, the dense fog seemed to grow even thicker, obscuring visibility and shrouding the island in an eerie atmosphere. Yhwach's senses were on high alert as he scanned the area, his keen eyes searching for any signs of life amidst the foreboding landscape.

But to his surprise, all he sensed were the remnants of death lingering in the air. His senses, honed by years of experience and enhanced by his unique abilities, detected the presence of nearly 900 corpses scattered across the island.

Ginjo's voice echoed in Yhwach's mind, his thoughts tinged with a mixture of curiosity and concern.

Ginjo: (Within Yhwach's mind) Looks like someone beat us to the punch, Yhwach. What do you make of all these corpses? Do you think they're connected to Gecko Moria?

Yhwach's expression remained impassive as he considered Ginjo's question, his mind analyzing the situation with precision.

Yhwach: (Mental Link) It's possible. Given Moria's abilities, it wouldn't be surprising if he's responsible for these corpses. But regardless of who they belong to, they pose no threat to us. We'll proceed with caution and continue our exploration of the island.

With a steady hand, Yhwach guided the brig further into Thriller Bark, the massive gates closing behind them with a resounding thud.

Timeskip

After exploring Thriller Bark and assessing the situation, Yhwach decided it was time to contact Dragon and discuss their next steps. With the white Den Den Mushi in hand, he activated the secure line of communication and waited for Dragon to respond.

The Den Den Mushi crackled to life, and Dragon's voice echoed through the receiver, his tone calm and composed.

Dragon: ( Speaking Through the Den Den Mushi) Yhwach, it's good to hear from you. How are things progressing on Thriller Bark?

Yhwach's voice was steady as he replied, his mind already formulating his request.

Yhwach: Dragon, we've arrived at Thriller Bark, and the island appears to be deserted, save for the hundreds of corpses scattered throughout. I believe it's time we put our alliance to good use. I could use your assistance in demolishing and rebuilding Thriller Bark into a formidable base for our operations.

Dragon listened intently to Yhwach's request, his mind already considering the logistics of such an undertaking.

Dragon: ( Speaking Through the Den Den Mushi) I see. Rebuilding Thriller Bark will require significant resources and manpower, but I believe it's a worthwhile endeavor. I'll dispatch a team of Revolutionary Army engineers and workers to assist you with the reconstruction efforts. Consider it done.

Yhwach acknowledged Dragon's assistance with gratitude before cutting off the communication. As he waited for the Revolutionary Army's engineers and workers to arrive, he engaged in conversation with Ginjo, discussing their plans for Thriller Bark and the potential challenges they might face.

After a while, Yhwach's attention was drawn to the sound of voices above the brig. Recognizing Zaegar's distinct voice among them, he decided to draw their attention. With a precise quincy arrow, he created a visible signal that caught the attention of Zaegar and the four kings.

As the four kings descended to the brig, Zaegar followed suit, albeit less gracefully, landing flat on his belly. Yhwach observed them calmly, his eyes scanning each of their faces as they approached.

The First King wasted no time in addressing Yhwach, his tone laced with curiosity and skepticism.

First King: Alright, so can I just ask why the hell are you in Thriller Bark?

Yhwach met the First King's gaze with a calm demeanor, his voice steady as he explained their purpose.

Yhwach: Thriller Bark will serve as our headquarters from now on. It offers the isolation and security we require for our operations.

The Third King couldn't help but express his disbelief at Yhwach's choice of location, his voice tinged with incredulity.

Third King: This dump? Are you serious?

Before Yhwach could respond, Zaegar landed on the deck with a thud, his expression a mixture of confusion and frustration. However, Yhwach's attention was drawn to something unusual about Zaegar's tail, prompting him to inquire further.

Yhwach's gaze shifted from Zaegar's face to the unconscious form of Admiral Aokiji being carried by the dragon's tail. His expression remained impassive as he observed the scene before him, his mind processing the implications of Aokiji's presence on Thriller Bark.

Zaegar's voice broke the silence, his words laced with irritation and impatience.

Zaegar: What the fuck are you staring at, bitch? Haven't you ever seen a dragon carrying a marine admiral before?

Yhwach's gaze remained fixed on Aokiji's unconscious form, his thoughts racing with possibilities as he considered the potential consequences of the admiral's presence on Thriller Bark.

Yhwach: I see. So, you've brought us a guest, Zaegar. How thoughtful of you.

Zaegar snorted in response, his annoyance evident in his voice.

Zaegar: Don't get any ideas, Yhwach. I didn't bring him here for your amusement. He just happened to get in my way.

Yhwach's expression remained unchanged as he regarded Zaegar with a knowing look, his eyes glinting with curiosity.

The Fourth King, sensing an opportunity to gain favor with Yhwach, decided to seize the moment and reveal Zaegar's recent actions. With a sly smile, he approached Yhwach and began to speak, his voice laced with a hint of satisfaction.

Fourth King: Yhwach, there's something you should know about Zaegar. While you were occupied with your plans, he took it upon himself to raid a marine base and interrogate the soldiers there about his negative bounty.

Yhwach's expression remained impassive as he listened to the Fourth King's revelation, his eyes narrowing slightly as he processed the information.

Yhwach: Is that so, Zaegar?

Zaegar's eyes widened in surprise as he realized he had been caught, his expression shifting from defiance to uncertainty as he glanced at Yhwach.

Zaegar: Uh, well... I mean, yeah, but...

Before Zaegar could offer an explanation, the Fourth King continued, his voice dripping with accusation.

Fourth King: Not only did Zaegar raid the marine base, but he also murdered nearly every marine there in cold blood. All because of his obsession with his bounty.

Yhwach's gaze remained fixed on Zaegar, his expression unreadable as he processed the gravity of the situation. Meanwhile, Ginjo couldn't help but interject with a smirk, finding the entire situation amusing.

Ginjo: (Within Yhwach's mind) Hahaha! I knew there was something off about you, Zaegar! But murdering marines for the sake of your bounty? That's a new low, even for you.

As Zaegar locked eyes with the Fourth King, a dangerous glint flickered in his gaze, his expression hardening with defiance. With a low growl, he spoke, his voice laced with venom.

Zaegar: Snitches get ditches, or whatever the saying is.

The Fourth King's bravado faltered, and he took a nervous step back, his brothers instinctively moving to shield him from Zaegar's intimidating presence. Despite the fear evident in his eyes, the Fourth King attempted to maintain his composure, but his voice betrayed his unease.

Fourth King: Uh, yeah, that's the saying... but Zaegar, you can't just... murder people like that...

Zaegar's snarl deepened, his patience wearing thin as he turned his attention back to Yhwach, his eyes blazing with defiance.

Zaegar: Yeah, I did all that. So what? Those motherfuckers deserved it.

Yhwach's expression remained impassive as he regarded Zaegar, his eyes narrowing slightly as he processed the dragon's words.

Yhwach: I see. So you took it upon yourself to exact revenge on the marines for their perceived injustice. How... noble of you.

Zaegar snorted in response, his irritation evident in his voice as he spoke.

Zaegar: Noble? Ha! Don't give me that bullshit, Yhwach. I did what needed to be done, plain and simple.

As Zaegar spoke, the Fourth King, realizing the gravity of his actions, gulped nervously and took a step back, seeking refuge behind his brothers, who eyed Zaegar warily.

The Third King, unable to contain his frustration, stepped forward, his voice tinged with anger.

Third King: You idiot! Do you have any idea what you've done? You've put us all at risk with your reckless actions!

Zaegar's eyes blazed with fury as he turned to face the Third King, his claws bared in a threatening gesture.

Zaegar: Watch your tongue, Third King, or I'll rip it out. I don't answer to any of you.

The tension between Zaegar and the other kings reached a boiling point, with each side glaring at the other with undisguised animosity.

Meanwhile, Yhwach remained calm and composed, his mind racing with thoughts of how to handle the situation.

Yhwach: Enough. There's no point in squabbling amongst ourselves. What's done is done. However, we must be mindful of the consequences of our actions. Zaegar, your actions may have attracted unwanted attention from the Marines.

Zaegar snorted in response, his defiance unwavering as he met Yhwach's gaze with a steely glare.

Zaegar: I can handle whatever the Marines throw at us. I'm not afraid of them.

Yhwach listened to Zaegar's defiant words with a sense of resignation, understanding that convincing the dragon to release Admiral Aokiji would require a delicate approach. With a calm yet authoritative tone, he addressed Zaegar, his voice carrying a hint of warning.

Yhwach: Zaegar, I understand your frustration, but now is not the time for conflict with the Marines. We have other matters to attend to. Release Admiral Aokiji and let him go. We don't need unnecessary complications.

Zaegar let out a frustrated sigh, his grip loosening slightly on Aokiji's suit as he considered Yhwach's words. After a moment of contemplation, he reluctantly nodded in agreement.

Zaegar: Fine. But only because you said so, Yhwach. Don't expect me to be this lenient next time.

Yhwach nodded in acknowledgment, grateful that Zaegar had decided to comply. However, before he could inquire further, Zaegar interrupted him, his expression shifting from frustration to determination.

Zaegar: There's just one condition, Yhwach.

Yhwach raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Zaegar's sudden change in demeanor.

Yhwach: Go on, Zaegar. What's your condition?

Zaegar hesitated for a moment, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he contemplated his next move. Then, with a smirk, he withdrew his claws from Aokiji's suit and approached the admiral, his grip firm as he dragged Aokiji towards the edge of the brig.

Zaegar: It's better if I show you.

With that, Zaegar plunged Aokiji's head into the water, holding him underwater for a few moments before pulling him back up. The sudden shock jolted Aokiji awake, his eyes widening in panic as he gasped for air.

Yhwach watched the scene unfold with a mixture of surprise and concern, unsure of Zaegar's intentions. As Aokiji sputtered and coughed, struggling to catch his breath, Zaegar tossed him back onto the brig, grabbing him by the collar of his suit and pulling him close.

Zaegar's voice was low and menacing as he addressed the admiral, his eyes blazing with anger.

Zaegar: Listen here, you icy bastard. I'm only letting you go because of Yhwach's orders. Consider yourself lucky. But if I ever catch wind of you or anyone else messing with my bounty again, there will be hell to pay. Got it?

Aokiji's eyes widened in surprise at Zaegar's threat, his expression a mixture of shock and apprehension as he met the dragon's intense gaze.

Aokiji: Understood... I'll... see what I can do.

Zaegar's grip tightened on Aokiji's suit, his dragon eyes blazing with anger as he leaned in closer, his voice a low growl.

Zaegar: You better. This is your only warning.

With that, Zaegar released Aokiji, allowing the drenched admiral to stumble back onto the brig. As Aokiji regained his footing, Zaegar shot him one final glare before turning his attention back to Yhwach, his expression tense with anticipation.

Yhwach let out a resigned sigh, shaking his head slightly as he addressed Aokiji with a tone of apology.

Yhwach: Admiral Aokiji, I apologize for Zaegar's... enthusiasm. This is our first meeting, and I had hoped it would be under better circumstances.

Before Aokiji could respond, Zaegar grabbed the admiral once again, his grip firm as he pulled him close. With a swift kick, he sent Aokiji flying across the deck of the brig, the admiral's form disappearing into the distance.

Yhwach watched the scene unfold with a mixture of surprise and concern, his eyes narrowing slightly as he processed Zaegar's actions. Sensing the tension in the air, he decided to address the situation before it escalated further.

Yhwach: Zaegar, enough. We've made our point. There's no need for further violence.

Zaegar turned to face Yhwach, his expression a mixture of defiance and frustration.

Zaegar: He needed to learn his place, Yhwach. I couldn't just let him walk away without consequences.

Yhwach's gaze softened slightly as he regarded Zaegar, his voice carrying a hint of understanding.

Yhwach: I understand your frustration, Zaegar. But we must exercise restraint. Violence only begets more violence, and we don't need unnecessary complications.

Zaegar grumbled in response, but he reluctantly nodded in agreement, his eyes flickering with a hint of remorse.

Zaegar: Yeah, yeah, I get it. No more violence... for now.

With that, Zaegar turned away from Yhwach, his gaze fixed on the horizon as he contemplated their next move. Yhwach watched him silently, his mind racing with thoughts of how to handle the situation.

Scene Break - Marineford, Marine Headquarters

Meanwhile, in the heart of Marine Headquarters, Fleet Admiral Sengoku sat in his office, still recovering from the aftermath of the Marineford War. Despite his injuries, his mind remained sharp, his senses attuned to any potential threats to the world order.

Suddenly, a sense of foreboding washed over him as he detected something approaching with alarming speed. Just as he braced himself for whatever was about to happen, Aokiji came crashing through the window of his office, his body battered and bruised from the impact.

Sengoku stood over Aokiji's unconscious form, his expression grave as he contemplated the implications of the admiral's unexpected arrival. With a sense of urgency, he called for immediate medical attention and began to assess the situation with his subordinates.

Scene Break - Location: Onboard Brig, Thriller Bark

Yhwach let out a sigh of relief as he heard the familiar purring sound of the Den Den Mushi, indicating an incoming call. He reached for the device and activated the communication line, expecting to hear from Dragon.

Dragon's voice echoed through the receiver, his tone calm and composed as always.

Dragon: ( Speaking Through the Den Den Mushi) Yhwach, the workers have arrived. Four Revolutionary Army ships are docked near Thriller Bark, ready to assist with the reconstruction efforts.

Yhwach turned to face the window, his eyes scanning the horizon until he spotted the four ships approaching the island. His lips curved into a satisfied smile as he watched them draw closer, a sense of anticipation building within him.

Yhwach: Excellent, Dragon. I see them. We'll make good use of their expertise and manpower to rebuild Thriller Bark into a fortress worthy of our ambitions.

Dragon nodded in agreement, his voice carrying a hint of satisfaction.

Dragon: ( Speaking Through the Den Den Mushi) Indeed. I trust you'll oversee the reconstruction efforts personally, Yhwach. Make sure everything proceeds according to plan.

Yhwach nodded in affirmation, his mind already formulating a strategy for utilizing the Revolutionary Army's resources to their fullest potential.

Yhwach: Of course, Dragon. I'll ensure that everything goes smoothly. Thank you for your assistance.

With that, Yhwach ended the call and turned to address Zaegar, who was lounging in his hammock, sipping his coconut cocktail with a relaxed expression.

Yhwach: Zaegar, it seems our reinforcements have arrived. The Revolutionary Army workers and engineers are here to assist us with the reconstruction efforts.

Zaegar raised an eyebrow, peering over the rim of his shades with a hint of curiosity as he sipped his coconut cocktail.

Zaegar: Oh, that's nice. Guess we won't have to do all the heavy lifting ourselves, huh?

Yhwach nodded in agreement, his mind already formulating plans for the reconstruction of Thriller Bark.

Yhwach: Indeed. Let's make the most of their assistance. Thriller Bark won't rebuild itself.

While Zaegar lounged in his hammock, sipping his coconut cocktail and basking in the eerie atmosphere of the island. The Second King observed him with a mixture of amusement and disbelief, unable to comprehend how Zaegar could be so relaxed in such a foreboding environment.

Second King: Zaegar, are you seriously drinking a cocktail right now? We're on a foggy, scary island, and you're acting like we're at a beach resort.

Zaegar chuckled, his expression carefree as he adjusted his shades and took another sip of his drink.

Zaegar: Hey, why not? If we're gonna be stuck on this creepy island for who knows how long, we might as well make the best of it, right?

Yhwach sighed softly, shaking his head at Zaegar's antics but secretly appreciating the dragon's ability to find enjoyment in even the most unsettling of circumstances. However, his attention was soon drawn away from Zaegar as he heard footsteps approaching from behind.

Turning around, Yhwach saw a burly man with a rugged appearance, dressed in the uniform of the Revolutionary Army's engineering corps. The man's muscles bulged beneath his shirt, and his stern expression conveyed a sense of authority.

Yhwach approached the head worker with a respectful nod, his expression serious as he considered the task ahead.

Yhwach: Greetings. I assume you're the head worker sent by Dragon to oversee the reconstruction efforts here on Thriller Bark?

The head worker nodded in confirmation, his voice deep and gruff as he addressed Yhwach.

Head Worker: That's right, partner. Name's Jackson, but folks 'round here just call me Jack. Pleasure to meet ya. Now, how d'ya wanna get this thing started?

Yhwach regarded Jack with a sense of respect, appreciating the man's straightforward manner and no-nonsense attitude.

Yhwach: Jack, we have a lot of work ahead of us. First, we need to assess the structural integrity of Thriller Bark and determine which areas require immediate attention. Once we have a plan in place, we'll allocate resources accordingly and begin the reconstruction process.

Jack nodded in understanding, his expression serious as he considered Yhwach's instructions.

Jack: Understood, partner. I'll assemble my team and get to work right away. We'll have this place up and runnin' in no time.

With that, Jack turned to leave, his steps purposeful as he headed off to gather his crew and begin the daunting task of rebuilding Thriller Bark.

After ensuring that the reconstruction efforts were underway, Yhwach decided it was time to retreat to the captain's quarters and start planning the blueprint for the transformation of Thriller Bark. With First King, and Second King accompanying him, they entered the spacious quarters, the eerie ambiance of the island following them inside.

Yhwach settled himself at the large wooden desk in the center of the room, pulling out parchment and quills to begin drafting the blueprint. First King and the Second King gathered around him, each offering their own suggestions and insights into the redesign of the island.

Ginjo: (Within Yhwach's mind) We should focus on reinforcing the outer walls and gates first. Security should be our top priority, especially considering the potential threats lurking in the Florian Triangle.

Yhwach nodded in agreement, jotting down Ginjo's suggestion as he considered the logistics of fortifying Thriller Bark's defenses.

Yhwach: (Mental Link) Agreed, Ginjo. Strengthening the outer perimeter will provide us with a solid foundation to build upon. We'll need to install surveillance systems and defensive measures to ensure the safety of our operations.

The First King stepped forward, his expression thoughtful as he contributed to the discussion.

First King: we should also consider the layout of the interior. We need efficient infrastructure to support our activities, including living quarters, laboratories, and storage facilities.

Yhwach nodded in appreciation of the First King's input, his quill scratching against the parchment as he incorporated the suggestion into the blueprint.

Yhwach: Good point. We'll need to optimize the layout to maximize our productivity and efficiency. I'll make sure to allocate space for each department accordingly.

The Second King chimed in.

Second King: Don't forget about transportation. We'll need docks and harbors for ships to dock and unload supplies. It's crucial for maintaining our supply chain and ensuring our operations run smoothly.

Yhwach nodded in agreement, his mind already envisioning the layout of the docks and harbors along Thriller Bark's coastline.

Yhwach: Of course. Transportation infrastructure is essential for our logistics. I'll designate specific areas for docking and loading, ensuring easy access for incoming and outgoing vessels.

As the discussion continued, Yhwach meticulously crafted the blueprint, incorporating each suggestion and idea into the design. With each stroke of his quill, Thriller Bark's transformation began to take shape, evolving from a decrepit ghost ship into a formidable fortress capable of housing their organization.

After hours of planning and collaboration, Yhwach finally set down his quill, the blueprint spread out before him on the desk. He looked up at his companions, a sense of satisfaction evident in his eyes.

First King, noticing Yhwach's satisfied expression, couldn't help but inquire about the next step in their transformation of Thriller Bark.

First King: Yhwach, now that we've laid out the blueprint for Thriller Bark's reconstruction, what do you plan on renaming this island? It's no longer fitting to call it Thriller Bark, considering the changes we're making.

Yhwach considered the question for a moment, his mind already buzzing with ideas for a new name

Yhwach: How about "Schatteninsel"?

The First and Second King exchanged intrigued glances, their curiosity piqued by the new name.

First King: "Schatteninsel"? It has a certain ring to it. What does it mean?

Yhwach's smirk widened as he explained the meaning behind the name.

Yhwach: "Schatteninsel" means "Shadow Island". It reflects the clandestine nature of our operations and the secrecy with which we conduct our affairs. It's a fitting name for our new headquarters, don't you think?

The First and Second King nodded in agreement, impressed by Yhwach's choice of name.

Second King: I like it. "Shadow Island" has a certain mystique to it, befitting our organization's soon-to-be reputation.

First King: Agreed. "Schatteninsel" it is then. I'll inform the crew of the name change and update our records accordingly.

Yhwach nodded in satisfaction, pleased with the decision to rename the island. With the blueprint finalized and the name chosen, their transformation of Thriller Bark into Schatteninsel was well underway.

Ginjo's voice echoed within Yhwach's mind, his tone filled with anticipation as he inquired about their next move.

Ginjo: (Within Yhwach's mind) Yhwach, now that we've laid out the blueprint for Schatteninsel's reconstruction, what's our next step? Do we focus on recruiting bounty hunters to strengthen our organization, or should we consider recruiting a Warlord to bolster our forces? Alternatively, we could gather a fleet to expand our influence across the seas. What's your plan?

Yhwach considered Ginjo's suggestions carefully, weighing the pros and cons of each option. With the future of their organization at stake, he knew that their next move would be crucial in solidifying their power and influence.

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A) Recruit Pirates/Bounty Hunters: Yhwach could focus on recruiting skilled Pirates or bounty hunters to strengthen their organization's combat capabilities and gather intelligence on potential threats.

B) Recruit a Warlord: Yhwach could consider recruiting a powerful Warlord to bolster their forces and gain political leverage within the world government.

C) Gather a Fleet: Yhwach could prioritize gathering a fleet of ships to expand their influence across the seas, establishing a presence in key strategic locations and asserting their dominance.

D) Reader's Choice: Do you have any other suggestions or ideas for Yhwach's next move?