One Piece: Holy Light Swordmaster

"...This doesn't seem like you at all, Doflamingo. A fight should deal both physical and psychological damage to the enemy, right? Haven't you always done just that?"

Wright, deliberately provocative, molded his Lightcast Wall into an eggshell-like shield encasing his entire body. "See? I haven't even used a tougher turtle tactic yet."

"You—!" Doflamingo was infuriated by Wright's mocking tone—it hit hard... very hard.

"Overheat!"

A massive, whip-like strand shot out from Doflamingo's hand, transforming into a giant shadow of a whip that lashed ferociously at Wright. "I refuse to believe your turtle shell has no limit! Let's see how long you can hold out!"

"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"

Doflamingo's relentless strikes kicked up a massive cloud of dust. The surrounding ground, buildings, and everything else were smashed to pieces by the onslaught.

"Swish—!"

Suddenly, Wright's figure appeared behind Doflamingo, his long blade slashing downward!

"How is that possible?! Overheat clearly struck your barrier…"

Doflamingo's heart sank, and Wright's voice followed the downward arc of the blade. "Who told you my ability can only protect myself?"

"Tch!"

With no time to turn around, Doflamingo raised his left hand behind him.

"Bullet String!"

Thin threads fired from his fingertips like bullets, attempting to disrupt Wright's attack. Meanwhile, his right hand abandoned the whip strike and switched to Spider's Web, forming a defensive barrier.

"Light Step!"

To Doflamingo's surprise, Wright's movements were unnaturally quick, even midair. Wright appeared to his rear-left flank, entirely bypassing his guard.

"Damn it, my body can't keep up…"

Doflamingo could only sense the trajectory of Wright's blade, hastily reinforcing his waist with Armament Haki for defense—

"Slash!"

A sharp, searing pain surged through Doflamingo's side. Even with Armament Haki covering the area, Wright's blade—enhanced by Holy Fire—broke through, inflicting a shallow wound.

Though not deep, the burning pain from the Holy Fire was a first for Doflamingo. It felt as if it reached his very bones!

"Harboring wicked thoughts... makes the burn of Holy Fire even harder to endure," Wright remarked nonchalantly, standing a short distance away.

The power of Holy Light was deeply tied to spiritual willpower, and its derivative, Holy Fire, followed suit. Wright had discovered that while Holy Fire caused limited damage to inanimate objects or individuals like Zephyr and Garp during training, it was significantly more effective against pirates.

After countless tests, Wright confirmed that the effects of Holy Light varied with the target's moral alignment. The more their values conflicted with his own sense of justice, the greater the damage.

As someone driven by a righteous conviction, Wright was practically the bane of pirates like Doflamingo, whose hearts were steeped in malice.

If Wright had fallen into darkness back then, his faith would still allow him to wield Holy Light. But its efficacy against pirates would likely have been much less pronounced.

"Damn it…" Doflamingo gritted his teeth as he stitched up the wound on his waist with his threads. Though there was no visible blood, the pain...

"Wright… I underestimated you. You're much more than a mere Rear Admiral… No, even a standard Vice Admiral from Marine Headquarters wouldn't be a match for you," Doflamingo admitted reluctantly. Learning that Wright's abilities amplified damage against evil-minded opponents reminded him of Vice Admiral Tsuru.

"One after another…"

Without hesitation, Doflamingo leapt into the air and turned to leave. "Consider yourself lucky this time… I'm very curious to see what that Devil Fruit in your possession can do."

"Fuffuffuffu… Farewell, Wright. Tell Rosinante this—betrayal is something I will never tolerate!"

"…"

Watching Doflamingo retreat into the distance, Wright couldn't help but chuckle wryly. "Leaving so cleanly… how unexpected. What happened to the epic fight lasting 300 rounds?"

Shaking his head, Wright summoned his Holy Light Wings and soared into the sky.

"Still, you have no idea what kind of Devil Fruit you've just missed out on. If you did, you'd probably vomit blood from sheer anger! Hahaha…"

At Marine Headquarters, Marineford, inside Admiral Sengoku's office:

Sengoku adjusted his round glasses, scrutinizing the Devil Fruit on his desk.

"This is the Hobi Hobi no Mi… If the intelligence is accurate, obtaining this fruit has saved countless lives."

"Phew…"

Rosinante exhaled a cloud of smoke. With confidential matters on hand, Sengoku often had him deploy a soundproofing barrier—a task that had turned Rosinante into something of a human silencer.

"My brother still doesn't understand the true power of this fruit… Otherwise, he might have really fought you for 300 rounds, Wright."

"His precious Dressrosa… Hmph, the ancestral domain of the 'Donquixote' line—one of the 20 kings who founded the World Government! Reclaiming what he believes to be his rightful legacy… With this fruit, Dressrosa would be utterly doomed."

"But until then, I'm sure he has other means to control Dressrosa. The truth is, not even the top officers of the Donquixote Family know his ultimate plan…"

"Doflamingo's mind is as cunning as they come. His talent for manipulation is unmatched, but when it comes to his most guarded secrets, he trusts no one but himself," Wright interjected.

"In our fight, he wasn't even going all out. He must have more cards up his sleeve. This battle felt more like a test."

Pausing, Wright glanced at Rosinante. "A test of your situation. And his attitude toward you is… peculiar."

"…"

Rosinante fell silent for a moment before forcing a bitter smile. "Never tolerating betrayal, huh… Just that one line, and yet…"

"We'll deal with Doflamingo later. For now, he's not capable of causing much trouble in the next few years," Sengoku reassured them as he stood up from his desk. "The Marines have increased surveillance on Dressrosa. And as of now, Doflamingo has no plans to enter the New World."

"How should we handle this Hobi Hobi no Mi?" Sengoku asked.

"Bury it?" Rosinante suggested, frowning. Eating a Devil Fruit was simple enough, and it didn't seem to decay with time. But ensuring it wasn't eaten was a different matter entirely.

"Maybe lock it in a Seastone chest and sink it into the ocean?" Wright added, equally conflicted. Honestly, there was no perfect solution.

"No matter where it's hidden, there's always a risk of it being found…" Sengoku pondered for a moment before slowly proposing, "The Calm Belt. Aside from the Red Line, the safest place I can think of is the seabed of the Calm Belt."

"Seal it in a Seastone chest, bury it under the sea floor in the Calm Belt… With Seastone, seawater, and the massive Sea Kings guarding it, it should remain secure."

Wright and Rosinante considered the idea and nodded. Sengoku's reasoning seemed solid.

"But… who should carry out the task?" Sengoku looked at the three Devil Fruit users in the room, then sighed, holding his head in his hands. "It'll have to be Garp again, won't it…"

Wright rubbed his nose, keeping his mouth shut. He could do it, but that was absolutely off the table…

"Vice Admiral Garp, it's up to you now. Killing a few Sea Kings, digging a hole under the sea, and burying something? For you, that's child's play…"

"Achoo!"

Rubbing his nose, Vice Admiral Garp, currently slacking off at G-3 Base with a donut in hand, scratched his head and grinned. "A sneeze? Hmph! It must be that bastard Sengoku plotting against me again!"

Sengoku: "Heh, you got that right!"

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