One Piece: Wielder of the Void

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Everyone watching this live broadcast was eager to uncover the Tru Kingdom's next move.

Despite the Marines' increased presence in the South Blue, this small kingdom had mobilized a formidable military force.

The fleet alone was an impressive sight, hundreds of wooden sailing warships accompanied by ten colossal steel vessels, each a technological marvel.

As dawn broke, Nanniwa Port, ordinarily vast and accommodating, was teeming with people.

The once-spacious area was now so overcrowded that even local reporters were struggling to get a proper view.

The live broadcasts, however, captured every moment for eager audiences within the Tru Kingdom and beyond.

For many, it had been a sleepless night, waiting for this pivotal moment. By early morning, the streets, rooftops, and every vantage point near the port were filled with spectators.

Yet, the crowd stood patiently, anticipation brimming in the air.

At exactly 8:00 AM, the silence was broken by the rhythmic sound of marching. A meticulously organized passage opened through the densely packed crowd.

All eyes turned toward the royal city, where tens of thousands of soldiers in black combat uniforms and matching berets advanced with precision.

Their synchronized steps resonated like thunder, exuding an aura of discipline and strength.

Leading each unit was an officer clad in a uniform reminiscent of the Marines but with distinct insignias representing the Tru Kingdom.

Their movements matched the soldiers behind them, reflecting the unity and training of this formidable force.

For the citizens of Tru, the sight was nothing short of astonishing. Few had ever realized their kingdom harboured such a massive and well-trained military.

The formation stretched for kilometres: elite units in black at the front, followed by legions in military green, all marching toward Nanniwa Port.

As the troops assembled, the sheer scale of the operation became apparent. Around 500 soldiers stood before each wooden warship, while nearly 1,000 personnel gathered in front of each steel behemoth.

Every individual played a vital role in this demonstration of military might.

The steel warships, true marvels of engineering, required 1,000 crew members each. Half of these were logistics personnel, responsible for navigation, weapon maintenance, and supply operations.

Their training had been ongoing for years, preparing them for this very moment. Although their contributions would often remain unseen beneath the waves, their efforts were as critical as those of the elite troops.

Meanwhile, the wooden sailing ships, though more traditional, were constructed swiftly and cost-effectively. Each vessel required a fraction of the resources compared to the steel warships, making them suitable for routine patrols and escort missions.

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The New World

"Gurararara... Who would've thought a kingdom in the South Blue could pull this off? The Marines are going to have a real headache with this one," Whitebeard remarked, chuckling as he lounged on the deck of the Moby Dick.

Despite his relaxed demeanour, Whitebeard's sharp gaze was fixed on the screen broadcasting the event. The legendary pirate, known as the strongest man in the world, seldom paid attention to such affairs.

However, the Tru Kingdom's rise had piqued even his curiosity, especially since his crew had occasionally traded with them over the past two years.

"This military might... it's beyond what anyone could've expected," he mused, taking a deep swig from his sake bowl.

Around him, members of his crew were gathering, intrigued by their captain's interest.

"Dad, why are you so focused on a small kingdom in the South Blue?" Marco, the First Division Commander, asked, his spiky blond hair catching the sunlight.

"Yeah, what's so special about them?" another crewmate chimed in, echoing the curiosity of the others.

Whitebeard smirked, setting down his sake bowl. "Look closer, boys. Those troops in black combat uniforms... Their strength could rival some of yours. It's rare to see such discipline, even in the New World. And those steel ships? The Marines stationed here wouldn't even scratch them in a fight."

His words hung in the air, silencing the crew. Marco furrowed his brows, looking at the screen with newfound seriousness.

"You're saying... they're stronger than we think?"

"Gurararara! Marco, this isn't just about strength. The World Government and Marines are already panicking over this. That kingdom is more than just an economic powerhouse. It's a new player on the board, and they're making their move," Whitebeard replied, his grin widening.

The crew exchanged glances, their earlier scepticism fading. Whitebeard's assessment carried weight—if he saw potential in the Tru Kingdom, there was no room for doubt.

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From the Marines to the Revolutionary Army, and even the Yonko, the live broadcast of the Tru Kingdom's military display had captured the attention of the world.

Doflamingo, seated in his lavish throne room, watched the event with a sinister grin. "Fufufufu... A kingdom like this in the South Blue? Things are about to get interesting."

In his own corner of the New World, Kaido roared with laughter, smashing a barrel of sake. "Let's see if those puny ships can survive against me!"

Even Shanks, the most level-headed of the Yonko, watched the broadcast with a contemplative expression.

But the real tension was brewing in Marineford, where the Admirals and World Government officials were holding an emergency meeting.

The Tru Kingdom's rise was no longer a distant curiosity it was a direct challenge to the balance of power in the world.

As the broadcast continued, one thing became clear to all: the Tru Kingdom was no longer a quiet player in the South Blue. They had made their intentions known, and the world was watching.

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