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In no time, Luffy had managed to grab Sanji and forge an alliance with Capone Bege and his Firetank Pirates.
They orchestrated a plan to throw the wedding into utter chaos, which would take out Big Mom in the process.
...
It's safe to say almost nothing went according to plan.
While you all did thwart the assassination attempt on Sanji, and added Germa to your allies, the odds were still stacked a million to one against all of the Big Mom Pirates.
Though, somehow, an explosion sent the entire chateau toppling over, giving the team a chance to escape back to the Sunny.
You asked Luffy for permission to fly ahead and secure the ship, and he granted it, only asking that you'd be careful.
But as you arrived, you would find that keeping your promise might be harder than you thought...
海賊狩
"I see it!" You smiled to yourself, the lion figurehead coming into view, "And she's still in one piece."
'That's a relief. I was afraid the Big Mom Pirates would've tried to do something to her...'
You picked up the pace, only to be shocked by a cold shiver running down your spine.
Look closer.
'The hell?'
You squinted, looking directly at the ship's deck, only to see a plethora of shadows standing on it.
Too many to be your crew.
"Oh, shit..." You flattened, their faces finally coming into view.
It was the Big Mom Pirates.
Or some of them, atleast.
From first glance, you recognized one of their Sweet Commanders, Katakuri, and their oldest son, Perospero, along with about fifty other foot-soldiers.
"My apologies," Perospero smirked, his tongue giving a wag, "But I'm afraid that your friends aren't here. Lick."
Quickly, you peered into the future, discovering that all of the foot soldiers were coming from a mirror placed on the deck.
'That won't do...'
"Hades' Helmet," you muttered, disappearing.
"Huh?! Where did she go?!" Perospero gaped, frantically looking around.
'Gods' Messenger: Army and Point.'
In a flash, a horde of your invisible feathers detached, slashing the throats of all the foot-soldiers on board, while you punched a hole into the mirror.
