One Piece: With Sign-in System

Marine Headquarters, Marineford.

All vice admirals and officers ranked above them had gathered for today's meeting.

Among the three admirals, Aokiji was still in the New World and unable to return in time.

Vice Admiral Garp, upon receiving the news, was on his way back.

"Even though he's a Devil Fruit user, he still managed to escape after being thrown into the sea?"

Sengoku sat with his arms crossed, his expression grave.

"How exactly did he do it?"

"Who knows?"

Kizaru shook his head, just as puzzled as the rest.

Akainu, with his cap pulled low over his face, remained silent.

Several officers, including Chaton, glanced at his right arm. A solemn glint flashed in their eyes.

Even a monster like Sakazuki had lost an arm…

Just how strong was that traveler, Ron?

Could he be even stronger than the Four Emperors?

The mere thought of it sent chills down their spines.

"Gion, you encountered him firsthand at the Sabaody Archipelago. You were there when it happened. Do you have anything to add?"

Vice Admiral Tsuru turned to the woman standing behind her.

Sengoku and the others also turned their eyes toward her.

"I believe…"

Draped in a white justice coat, a longsword hanging at her waist, the valiant and graceful Gion spoke with clarity,

"This incident is likely just the beginning."

Sengoku's eyes narrowed. "You mean to say he's planning something even bigger?"

"I don't know if he's planning something bigger, but he has already displayed clear hostility toward the World Government. Attacking Mary Geoise could still be considered an act of revenge, but now, killing a Celestial Dragon… It might just be his way of declaring war against the World Government."

Gion's tone remained calm.

"But… why?"

Chaton asked, puzzled. "The World Government and we Marines haven't really done anything to him in the past two years."

"That's true. But what if…"

Gion's gaze swept across the room.

"What if his goal is to shatter the current order?"

Everyone's hearts tightened at her words.

"Dissatisfied with the World Government's rule and the privileges of the Celestial Dragons… seeking to break free from their control and overthrow the system itself?"

Vice Admiral Tsuru's eyes shone with wisdom. "That… is indeed a real possibility."

Sengoku's face darkened with anger.

"To think he wants to overthrow the World Government… That insolent brat! Does he have any idea what kind of chaos the world would fall into without the order and rules established by the World Government?!"

"That may be true,"

Kizaru spoke lazily while casually trimming his nails.

"But against that kid, sheer numbers won't matter. Only those at least at an admiral candidate level can even take part in the hunt."

"The Four Emperors dominate the New World, and on this side of the Grand Line, a new generation of pirates is rising one after another. If he truly declares war on the World Government… do we even have the manpower to deal with it?"

The vice admirals exchanged glances, nodding slightly.

Vice Admiral Tsuru turned toward Sengoku.

"How about… we request a World Military Draft? The Marines need to expand our forces."

"The World Military Draft…"

Sengoku fell into deep thought.

"I understand. I'll bring it up with Commander-in-Chief Kong."

…

Alabasta

Just like in the original timeline, Luffy had defeated Crocodile and saved the crisis-ridden kingdom of Alabasta.

The news that one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea had attempted to seize control of the country—only to be taken down by an unknown rookie pirate crew—spread quickly.

Though compared to the massive incident Ron had caused at the Sabaody Archipelago, it was barely a blip on the radar.

But since it involved a Warlord, it still caused a stir.

For the first time, the name of the Straw Hat Kid, Monkey D. Luffy, appeared on Sengoku's desk.

However, he had no time to concern himself with Garp's grandson right now.

After consulting with Commander-in-Chief Kong and receiving approval from the World Government, the Marines officially launched the World Military Draft.

A special emphasis was placed on recruiting high-level combat power.

…

A Certain Island in the Grand Line.

A Marine warship docked at the island's port as officers disembarked and made their way into town.

The announcement of the World Military Draft echoed through the streets.

Among the crowd, an elderly blind man in a purple kimono, gripping a cane sword, walked toward the registration booth.

"Hah! A blind old geezer wants to enlist? What a joke."

A man nearby sneered mockingly.

The old man remained unbothered.

As his turn arrived, a wave of chuckles and scornful glances surrounded him.

"Name?"

"Fujitora."

"Are you a Devil Fruit user?"

"Yes."

"Oh? Then show us your ability. Give it your all—we need to assess your strength."

A Marine officer smirked, arms crossed.

"Understood."

Fujitora nodded slightly, drawing just a fraction of his cane sword.

A tremendous gravitational force erupted from the blade, surging skyward.

And then, with a quiet motion, he sheathed his sword once more.

"That's it?"

"Nothing even happened!"

"What a joke! Old man, stop bluffing and get lost!"

Mocking laughter erupted from the crowd, and even the Marine officer in charge looked confused. "Did you already use your ability?"

The blind old man, Issho, remained silent.

But at that moment, someone in the crowd happened to glance upward. Their eyes widened in sheer disbelief.

"T-That... what is that?!!"

The sneers and taunts instantly died down as more people looked up. A wave of shock spread through the gathered crowd like wildfire.

"You've got to be kidding me..."

One of the men who had been mocking Issho the loudest now stood frozen, his face drained of color. His trembling fingers pointed toward the sky, where an enormous meteor was descending—its fiery form cutting through the heavens before crashing into the distant sea with an earth-shaking roar.

The impact sent massive waves rippling outward, and for a long moment, no one spoke.

Issho turned to the Marine officer, his voice calm. "Will that be enough?"

The officer, still dumbfounded, could only nod furiously.

Under the awe-struck gazes of the crowd, Issho tapped his cane on the ground and slowly boarded the Marine warship.

Standing on the deck, he felt the salty breeze against his face.

His mind wandered back to a conversation he had not long ago—a debate with a young man about justice, and a wager that had been made.

"Celestial Dragons... World Government... Do they really believe themselves to be gods?"

Issho murmured to himself.

This time, he was going to see for himself.

He would judge whether the World Government truly upheld justice for the weak—whether they were truly worthy of his power.