One Piece: With Sign-in System

After leaving Amazon Lily and returning to the Sabaody Archipelago, Ron was greeted by a mix of concern and curiosity from Kuina and the others.

They immediately crowded around him, their voices filled with worry. "What happened to your eyes?"

Ron waved off their concerns with a calm smile. "I'm not actually blind," he explained, "I've been training my Observation Haki. Until I reach a higher level, I won't open my eyes. Don't worry too much about it."

Hearing this, the girls collectively sighed in relief.

"As long as you're not really blind…" Kuina muttered, her hand resting over her chest as if releasing the tension she felt.

…

That night, Ron sat alone on the shore, feeling the subtle pull of his eyes as they drained his vitality and spiritual energy.

At this rate, they consumed about one-third of his reserves daily.

Three years… he mused inwardly, It's an insane amount, but worth it.

…

Suddenly, a faint noise broke the silence—a small pebble hurtling toward him without warning.

Ron tilted his head slightly.

The pebble narrowly missed him, skimming past his hair and plunging into the sea.

Behind him, a familiar voice laced with amusement spoke up.

"Shutting off your vision and relying solely on Observation Haki to train, huh? Not bad."

Ron smirked, his tone casual. "You're back already, Rayleigh. How'd it go today?"

The old man chuckled as he approached, taking a seat beside Ron. "Made a few hundred thousand Berries. Enough to grab some good booze."

He handed a bottle to Ron, who accepted it without hesitation. A swift chop of his hand cleaved the bottle's neck cleanly. Ron took a sniff and smiled. "Not bad at all."

"Right? Hahaha!" Rayleigh laughed heartily, taking a deep swig from his own bottle.

Under the moonlit sky, the Sabaody Archipelago's streets gleamed with vibrant lights in the distance, while the coast remained serene, illuminated by the ethereal glow of rising green bubbles from the massive mangrove trees.

The pair sat in silence for a moment, savoring the peace.

"The coating's done," Rayleigh said, breaking the quiet. "When are you planning to set sail?"

"In a few days," Ron replied, taking a sip of his drink. "Robin and the others are gathering supplies tomorrow, and I have some errands to run."

Rayleigh gave him a sidelong glance. "With your abilities, you'd be safer heading straight to the New World."

Ron shook his head, a faint smile on his lips. "That wouldn't be much of a journey, now would it?"

The older man nodded in agreement. "Fair enough."

As they drank, the conversation turned more serious.

"Ron," Rayleigh began, his tone contemplative. "You've put yourself firmly against the World Government now. Do you still see yourself as an outsider, just a traveler passing through?"

Ron chuckled. "You sound unusually pleased about me opposing them."

"Do I?"

"Pretty obvious, I'd say."

Ron's black hair swayed in the sea breeze as he tilted his head slightly, his eyes still closed. "I don't have any grand plans. I just know one thing."

"Oh? And what's that?"

"If someone tries to stand in my way or stop me from doing what I want… they're my enemy."

"And enemies?"

Ron grinned, his tone sharp. "Enemies get obliterated."

"Hahaha! Even the Yonko or Admirals?"

"They're no exception. Though, with my current strength, I'm not quite there yet."

The bottles soon emptied, and Ron pulled out more drinks from his system space, passing one to Rayleigh. The old man accepted it with a grin, and they continued drinking.

As the alcohol flowed, the topics veered into more casual—albeit ridiculous—territory.

"Rayleigh, you and Shakky…" Ron leaned in conspiratorially, slurring slightly. "Are you… you know… like that?"

Rayleigh raised an eyebrow, bemused. "What do you mean by that?"

"You know… that kind of relationship."

The young man wrapped an arm around Rayleigh's shoulder, his tone playful.

"You little brat! What do you know?" Rayleigh retorted, laughing. "Shakky and I… we're not like that."

"Liar."

"Who's lying? Anyway… what about you, kid? Still a virgin, aren't you?"

Ron's face turned crimson. "W-Who's a virgin?! Don't say nonsense, old man!"

Rayleigh burst into hearty laughter, throwing an arm around Ron's neck. "Oh, look at you stammer! You're totally a virgin!"

"Sh-Shut up!"

"Bet you haven't even kissed a girl yet!"

"T-That's not true! I have, actually."

"Oh? With who? One of Kuina and the others?"

"N-No!"

"Then who?"

"Not telling you…"

Rayleigh's laughter rang out over the quiet coast, mingling with Ron's frustrated protests as the night wore on.

…

The Next Day…

After Bonney used her abilities to alter the ages of Robin and the others, they ventured into the bustling streets of the Sabaody Archipelago to procure necessary supplies.

Ron, on the other hand, used the powers of the Float-Float Fruit to locate an uninhabited small island in the middle of the ocean. Harnessing his abilities, he lifted the island into the sky, ascending to an altitude of ten thousand meters.

With precision, he maneuvered the floating island, positioning it above the Red Line, directly over the holy land of Mary Geoise.

"This is Mary Geoise, huh…"

Clad in black, with his eyes shut and a black blade strapped to his waist, Ron stood atop the highest point of the floating island. Despite his closed eyes, the mental map in his head confirmed his location—a position directly above Mary Geoise, the seat of the World Government and the residence of the Celestial Dragons.

Beyond Mary Geoise lay the New World, the second half of the Grand Line. Beneath the Red Line, 10,000 meters under the sea, was Fish-Man Island.

After confirming his location, a sly smile tugged at Ron's lips.

"The World Government… and the Marines… Sending a return gift would only be polite."

His voice was soft, but the malice in his tone was unmistakable.

"North Blue, once. Drum Island, once.

"Now it's your turn, Mary Geoise."

With a thought, Ron withdrew his control over the island. Deprived of his abilities, the landmass succumbed to gravity and plummeted straight down toward the holy land.

Ron wasted no time watching the descent. Since his eyes couldn't see the spectacle anyway, there was no reason to linger.

…

Mary Geoise….

The bustling streets of Mary Geoise were filled with opulence and decadence. But as the clouds above the city parted, a massive shadow cast its foreboding presence over the holy land.

When the residents of Mary Geoise raised their heads and saw the falling island, chaos erupted.

"A-A-A… An island?!"

"A meteor?! NO! IT'S AN ISLAND!"

"Save me! I don't want to die!"

The grotesquely pompous Celestial Dragons, including Saint Donquixote Mjosgard and his ilk, stared wide-eyed and slack-jawed at the impending doom. Some soiled themselves in terror, while others wailed uncontrollably, their cries mingling with the panicked screams of guards and attendants.

Inside the grand halls of Mary Geoise, the Five Elders—the most powerful men in the World Government—stood at the pinnacle of authority. Through an expansive window, they watched the descending island, their expressions dark with rage and disdain.

"A floating island… It must be that newly emerged Float-Float Fruit user," growled the elder clad in a deep blue suit. His tall, muscular frame exuded menace as faint traces of Armament Haki rippled around his clenched fist.

The elder with white curls, a scarred face, and a flat cap sneered coldly as he gazed at the destruction hurtling toward them. "Daring to attack the holy land… Even the likes of Shiki the Golden Lion wouldn't attempt something so audacious. That brat… has guts."

The bald elder, draped in a white robe and holding the legendary blade Shodai Kitetsu, stood silently, gripping his sword's hilt. Finally, he spoke with icy resolve:

"This level of arrogance cannot be tolerated. But first, let's handle the immediate threat."

Closing his eyes, he drew the blade with a deliberate motion.

A web of immense, black slashes crisscrossed the sky. Each stroke of the blade spanned several kilometers, weaving an intricate net of destruction that rose to meet the descending island.

The island's trajectory came to an abrupt halt as the slashes cleaved it into countless fragments, each as large as a house.

The massive elder appeared in midair, launching a devastating punch upward. His Armament Haki-coated fist created a shockwave that fractured the very atmosphere, sending cracks rippling like broken glass.

The shockwave obliterated the island fragments, reducing them to fine dust that rained down over Mary Geoise like a bizarre, apocalyptic snowfall.

For the first time in history, it rained ash in the holy land.

…

Back in the Chambers..

The elder with the distinctive port-wine stain on his forehead leaned back in his chair, his face cold and calculating.

"The traveler, Ron… How do you propose we handle him?"

The elder with white curls scowled, his voice dripping with venom. "He dared to attack the holy land. He must be erased, no matter the cost."

The Five Elders exchanged glances, their deliberation cloaked in an ominous silence that promised retribution.

…

The holy land of Mary Geoise was not far from Marineford, the headquarters of the Marines.

It didn't take long for Ron to arrive above Marineford, hovering ten thousand meters in the sky. Just as before, he left another floating island in freefall and departed without a moment's hesitation.

…

Marineford Headquarters.

Fleet Admiral Sengoku, still reeling from the Five Elders' frantic communication via Den Den Mushi, was pacing his office, his expression a mix of shock and disbelief.

"An island… fell on Mary Geoise?!" he muttered, his voice betraying his disbelief.

Before he could fully process the information, an urgent commotion erupted outside.

A Marine rushed into the room, his face pale and his voice trembling as he saluted hastily.

"F-Fleet Admiral! A-An island… is falling from the sky above Marineford!"

Sengoku's eyes widened in sheer disbelief.

"Nani?!"

…

Marineford's Courtyard.

Countless Marines stood rooted in place, cold sweat dripping down their faces. Their eyes were locked onto the sky, where a massive landmass descended like an apocalyptic meteor.

Some Marines clutched their weapons tightly, their hands shaking uncontrollably. Yet, deep down, they knew there was nothing they could do against such a calamity. No matter how many of them stood together, they were powerless in the face of this godlike attack.

This was a matter for the strongest among them.

Admiral Akainu stood tall amidst the chaos, his Justice cloak billowing in the wind. He glared up at the falling island, his rage palpable.

"That damned brat again?!" he growled through gritted teeth.

With a thunderous stomp, Akainu propelled himself high into the air, magma erupting from his fists. He roared as he unleashed his signature attack.

"Great Eruption!"

The Admiral's magma-infused punch collided with the island, shattering it into countless fragments. The larger debris rained down, and it was up to the Vice Admirals, Rear Admirals, and other capable officers to destroy the remaining pieces. Their combined efforts ensured that Marineford itself avoided catastrophic destruction.

However, the scattered debris still caused significant damage. Buildings were reduced to rubble, and numerous Marines suffered injuries from the falling stones.

Standing by the expansive window of the Marine headquarters, Sengoku overlooked the aftermath of the attack. The once-pristine Marineford was now littered with debris and wounded soldiers. His hands trembled with barely contained fury as his teeth clenched audibly.

"That bastard," Sengoku muttered, his voice laced with frustration. "He drops islands on us and then flies off before we can do anything."

He turned away from the window, slamming his fist on the desk.

"How are we supposed to deal with someone like him? Flying freely across the skies, attacking wherever he pleases, with such reckless abandon and terrifying destruction?"

Sengoku's anger reflected the sentiments shared by the Marines and the World Government.

At this moment, the greatest challenge for both the World Government and the Marines was figuring out how to handle the audacious, unpredictable, and devastatingly powerful traveler—Ron.