One Piece: Wielder of the Void

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Though their faces were hidden behind masks, one could only imagine the twisted expressions concealed beneath them.

The braided man leapt forward, circling Fujitora a few times with a playful smirk. "Huh? How did this guy end up like this? Was it that water cat again? Well, do you think we can finally get the answers we're looking for?"

"Shut up," the man in the white mask growled, his voice low and threatening. "If you keep talking, I'll throw you into an illusion."

"Alright, that's enough from both of you," the tall, thin man interjected sharply. "Focus on the task. We need to get the information, not waste time."

At this, the other two agents straightened up, their chatter ceasing. The tall, thin man stepped forward, his gaze fixed on Fujitora. His tone was stern as he asked, "Tell me, where is the military base of the Tru Empire? How are your soldiers trained? Where is the construction site for your advanced ships? And finally, what are the combat capabilities of the other two generals?"

He asked the questions without hesitation, confident in his team's ability to control the situation.

After all, the man in the white mask wielded the Psychedelic Fruit, a Devil Fruit power capable of controlling anyone through touch or eye contact.

This ability made him certain that Fujitora was now completely under their control.

However, none of them considered the larger issue they had entered the palace, but why had they suddenly appeared in this unfamiliar location? This critical detail went unnoticed.

Fujitora, unaffected, suddenly smiled and calmly asked, "Do you have anything else you wish to ask?"

He took a deliberate step forward, his staff sword partially drawn as his stance shifted to one of readiness. Sensing something was wrong, the five agents immediately retreated, putting significant distance between themselves and the admiral.

"You...why are you unaffected?" the man in the white mask stammered, his confusion evident.

The braided man chuckled mockingly. "Oh? Seems like your ability isn't as foolproof as you thought. Falling short at a crucial moment how embarrassing!"

The man in the white mask clenched his fists, his jaw tightening in frustration. His mind raced to figure out where he had failed. He had used his ability as intended, but Fujitora remained unaffected.

The tall, thin man sighed heavily. "This is becoming a headache," he muttered. Then, turning back to Fujitora, he attempted to regain composure. "Apologies for earlier. We were merely testing the strength of the Tru Empire's generals. No offence intended. Now, let's discuss your empire joining the World Government."

Fujitora's expression grew serious. "Joining the World Government is not out of the question, but this matter requires higher authorities. You are not qualified to negotiate such terms."

With those words, Fujitora moved his staff sword deliberately. "Gravity Blade—Tiger..."

A surge of gravitational force erupted, splitting the ground beneath their feet. The earth cracked violently as the air grew heavy with pressure.

The agents scattered in time to avoid the attack, except for the braided man, who was caught in the gravity field and slammed into the ground.

Yet, none of his companions seemed concerned. Moments later, the braided man climbed out of the crater, dusting himself off, uninjured aside from a few dirt smudges.

Fujitora assessed the situation calmly. His observation of haki revealed the truth each of the agents was a Devil Fruit user, and their abilities were diverse and dangerous.

Among the group, a black-masked swordsman stood silently. His demeanour was composed, his mask adorned with subtle white stripes. Unlike the others, he appeared disciplined and calculating.

The five agents moved to encircle Fujitora. The braided man initiated the attack, his hair transforming into whip-like strands that lashed toward the admiral. But such an obvious move was futile.

Fujitora raised his staff sword and drove it into the ground. "Gravity Blade—Endless Hell!"

The terrain shifted dramatically. A ten-meter radius around Fujitora sank into the earth, forming a deep pit. Only a narrow pillar beneath him remained, holding him aloft amidst the destruction. The pit yawned below, its depth immeasurable.

The braided man was caught and fell into the chasm, while the others managed to retreat nearly 200 meters to safety.

"Stay back!" the tall, thin man called to the white-masked agent. "Your attack power is weak, and your defence is nonexistent. Don't let him target you, or you'll be the first to fall!"

The tension mounted as both sides prepared for a clash. Fujitora stood firm, unshaken despite the numbers against him. His Haki foretold the outcome numbers alone would not decide this battle. His invincible position allowed him to focus on how to outmanoeuvre his foes.

The battle was just beginning.

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