6 Chapter Five: The Beginning of The Great Augustus Maximilien.
Garp shouted to his heart's content as his face morphed into one of extreme rage and regret.
And at this moment, as Garp grabbed the earth and threw himself towards Shiki...
And right before the distance reached a hundred meters, he clenched his fist tightly and flew it toward Shiki's direction.
This realm of power was one reached by a selective few who grasped the true concept of Will–and the style.
An unexplainable phenomenon occurred once again but in this instant, it was not as quiet–all and every light—regardless of source or origin—got sucked into Garp's fist–it cracked with electricity–destroying the surroundings whilst remaining as potent as ever, however, Garp, who had his legs no longer, couldn't sustain the concentration and the skill required for long–he had to be fast, fortunately, his opponent didn't have the energy or blood left to fight back–he would die if let alone, but Garp was too enraged. He poured all the frustration he experienced on this battlefield into his fist and slammed it in the direction of Shiki.
His Haki that fuelled his hand turned Purple and materialized as an incredible light–an energy of destruction that flew towards the Shiki clashed with the ground, earth, and air as it permanently erased them from existence. And as it got closer to Shiki–who wore a helpless smile–just spread his hands as a form of surrender–surrender to death that he ran so much from for all his existence.
In front of Shiki, the beauty of Galaxy unfolded, but all he could see was a blank canvas and a toddler.
The purple lighting was like a Tiger–Majestic, yet dangerous as it finally smashed into the figure of Shiki, but it didn't stop there–it kept traveling through the body of Shiki, completely decimating everything behind just as it did before the contact.
The part of the ocean behind Shiki got annihilated and the seawater surrounding the blow boiled, but what came directly in contact with the punch didn't, rather, it just disappeared.
Left was only the bottom part of Shiki–crotch, legs, and stomach were all.
*Huff* *Huff*
Garp exhaustedly grabbed Sengoku and leaned on a rock.
*Are you alive?" He asked sheepish grin.
"What will kill me." Responded Sengoku rhetorically.
"You know... I wanted to keep him ali-"
"We do not have time for reminiscing, Garp, I wanted to keep him alive too, but it doesn't matter, what matters is that we have lost our legs and we will probably retire. Speaking about it... We should get a treatment, immediately-"
"No need to worry about that, Admiral Sengoku."
Came an unfamiliar voice from behind them.
"And who may you be?"
Asked Sengoku casually as he couldn't detect any ill will toward them from this strange guest, regardless, they weren't in a condition to fight.
The response was swift and professional:
"A member of CP0(4)—[The Red Cross] a member of a secret group of [Cipher Pol] with the task of taking care of the Injured."
Sengoku squinted his eyes.
"You wouldn't act without orders, I believe, so who sent you–the [Five Elders]?"
He asked.
"Indeed, Admiral Sengoku, I was sent here by the [Five Elders] to take care of your injuries."
He said as he walked closer to them and patted them on their stomachs
"Now, with your permission, I will start with the process. Remember, it will hurt... a lot."
He said but didn't give them time to respond, as he immediately activated his ability.
A green glow completely covered the bodies of Sengoku and Garp, and then it sank into their flesh.
"Aghhhh!"
They screamed as their bodies experienced pain way beyond what they had, ever.
All of their battles, training, and hardships were nothing compared to this unimaginable pain.
To describe it with words, it was as if your body was pressured with the entire weight of the earth whilst being stabbed with small needles all over the place.
Being nibbled and chewed on by insects and directed and reconstructed like a machine. And the worst part was that the pain was not only physical but also psychological as they were forced to recall their worst regrets.
Of course, this was a necessity for the recovery, as nothing comes without a price.
A while later, bathing in their sweat and dirt of the earth , Sengoku and Garp exhaustedly gasped.
Today was a long day for them, and they would most definitely take a LONG break to calm their nerves down.
Just at that moment, a couple of people ran towards their position with two stretchers.
These people grabbed their bodies and tied them to the beds, of course–they complied without any resistance, and left the perimeter.
What was left was a man who healed them, and the half-destroyed body of Shiki.
Member of the [Cipher Pol]–Dressed in an all-white, 3-piece suit with a purple tie and yellowish-white mantle walked towards Shiki.
The mask of the man reflected the destruction that was caused by Garp's [Galaxy Impact]–complete and utter insanity.
But he didn't gaze or muze at it, after all, his objective was what was in front of him.
He got closer and closer to the corpse before he stood right by its side, then he clapped his hands and slowly took them apart, leaving a glow much brighter than what was demonstrated with Sengoku and Garp.
But that was not the end; behind the man, grew 36 pairs of white wings–leaving clothes perfectly unharmed–at the top of the man, a bright light of the sun manifested–shaped as a circle–looming and following the movements of the head.
Man didn't stop there, but slowly put his hand on the remains and channeled the light through his hands.
And Voilà–from muscle to organs to skin to hair, all of it slowly regenerated, taking the form of what was previously Shiki.
The Golden Lion Shiki had died and resurrected in a matter of hours two times.
But the consciousness of Shiki was not there.
Man, now back to his unholy form–more mortals form–took a snail and called his superiors, but few words were said: "As per thine orders, the objective is accomplished."
Now, from the other side of the snail, an aged voice responded–one of [Mars].
"Young, Stephen Orgulus, your work today will be rewarded after you get to the headquarters–you will be permitted to choose one of the skills of the [Great Sage Archeulos] and get a promotion to the Vice-Chief of the [Red Cross]. You're a valuable asset to the [World Government] and your job will not be undervalued. Now for the conclusion, take the body to the sixth floor of the [Impel Down]."
Stephen nodded to himself and granted the body of Shiki heading towards the ship.
[Holy Land of Mary Geoise–Pangaea Castle.]
The [Room Of Authority] was unusually atmospheric–the joy was evident in the air.
From the generation that caused the most hurt to the [World Government], only one leading figure remained–Whitebeard–who was much less dangerous than Shiki, as he was not a brutish man who liked to cause trouble if not provoked.
Now their only remaining problem was the [One Piece] which was the most terrifying to the [World Government].
They were familiar with the [Poneglyph] and [One Piece] way before Roger was, and if the information in these [Poneglyphs] is revealed to the public, the Epoch of [World Government] would truly end.
This was the exact reason why they had to deal with this problem as fast as possible and sink the possibility of revelation of the truth, but it was easier said than done–whilst they had an incredible power of control over propaganda, such things were beyond their capabilities, especially when they heard the possibility of 'its' existence from the mouth of the [Pirate King], and even if he wasn't a man to be trusted and the possibility of 'its' existence was low, people would still risk their skin and flesh to acquire it.
"The [One Piece] is a big trouble..." Said [Jupiter], causing the rest of the five to nod.
"It may be a myth today for most, but there are selective people who know the truth about [Ponelyphs] and the [One Piece], so say we monopolize [Pomeglyphs], that will compel them to target us, which will end very badly." Added [Topman].
"What must we do...?" Inquired [Jaygarcia], leaving all of them in deep thought.
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Augustus was keeping an eye on the timeline–he couldn't afford to make mistakes here–neither did he have individual power, nor the pleasure of escaping suspicion.
But he had a great advantage–he was of the [Maximilien].
Most of the [Celestial Dragons] were idiots, and it was deliberately done by the [World Government] higher-ups–the [Five Elders].
The majority of the [Celestial Dragons] were no-gooders–parasites, but that conception was just another layer of disguise.
Most people haven't even seen the [Celestial Dragons] with their eyes, let alone gauge their personalities and actions.
The public opinion about [Celestial Dragons] was this: Descendants of the [Creators] whom created the haven–the [World Government] that protects and aids Civilians and Kingdoms.
The next layer was the one previously mentioned: parasitic nature.
Sadistic ones; ones that abuse their power and do nothing to atone for their position. They are the bunch that disturb the equivalent exchange as they give nothing to gain everything–it seems like it, in truth, they give their lives to live as they do–from birth, they are destined to be nothing but a cover for the [Elite].
Low-ranking [Celestial Dragons] are just another means–they are stripped of their wills and potential just to cover the ones in charge.
It's not that they can't, for example, train, but the notion of training and improvement is simply ludicrous and valueless to them.
That is why the higher-ranking [Celestial Dragons] have the right over lower-ranking ones.
But [Maximiliens] are different–they are the seventh highest-ranking [Celestial Dragon] Family, third only to the [Five Elders];
Thus he is allowed to have dreams and will of his own; he is allowed to improve.
That's why it's convenient for Augustus–he has authority, potential, and will–will to do everything in his power to improve and NEVER experience what he did in the past–even thinking about it gave him chills.
Augustus will strive to achieve immortality and trample over Death and that agonizing inability to do anything but drift through the unknown–unable to move, speak, or feel.
For the strings of destiny have just started vibrating.
