One Piece: Peace Shattered By Roger (Completed)

Before the execution of Gol D. Roger, also known as the Pirate King.

---

"Boss, something's wrong!"

Inside the Flying Pirates' ship, a subordinate stumbled into the cabin clutching a newspaper, his face pale with panic.

"Gol D. Roger—the Pirate King—has been captured by the Marines!"

At these words, everyone in the cabin froze in shock.

"What did you just say?"

A tall man clad in yellow clothing, his face adorned with a scruffy beard, turned his head in confusion. His greasy, shoulder-length blonde hair fell untamed around him. This was none other than Golden Lion Shiki, the infamous pirate whose name struck fear across the seas.

"In one week, the Marines will publicly execute Gol D. Roger in Loguetown, East Blue!"

The subordinate's voice trembled as he read the newspaper headline.

"Roger? Executed by the Marines? In the East Blue of all places? What nonsense! Those Marine trash could never capture him. What a joke!"

Shiki removed the cigar from his mouth, his voice growing louder, his tone a mix of disbelief and anger.

"That's right! Roger was the boss's rival! There's no way those weak Marines could deal with him!" another subordinate chimed in.

"You're drunk again, spreading ridiculous rumors everywhere!"

Laughter erupted in the cabin as the crew dismissed the claim, joking at the expense of their panicked comrade.

"Quiet!" Shiki barked. The cabin immediately fell silent.

The subordinate handed the newspaper to Shiki, his hands trembling. "Boss, it's true. Look at this!"

Shiki grabbed the paper and examined the photograph of Roger being escorted by Marines. The image was genuine.

"This… is impossible!"

"Boss, what do we do now?"

Shiki's face twisted with rage. Without a word, he pulled out a pistol and shot the subordinate in the leg.

The man collapsed to the ground, screaming in pain. The rest of the crew froze, their laughter replaced by fear.

Tossing the pistol aside, Shiki stormed out of the cabin.

"Boss, where are you going?"

Shiki's subordinates called after him, uneasy at their captain's volatile mood.

"That man… he can only die by my hands, not anyone else's!" Shiki declared before disappearing through the cabin door.

---

The Flying Pirates erupted into chaotic discussion as soon as their captain left.

"He's gone insane! Where could he be headed?"

"Isn't it obvious? He's going to the East Blue!"

"What for?"

"To Loguetown, of course! That's where Roger is going to be executed!"

"Loguetown? Isn't that walking straight into Marine territory?"

"Shiki doesn't care! There's nothing he wouldn't dare to do."

"Damn it, why didn't he take us? I've been itching for a fight with the Marines!"

"You idiot! He's not going to wage war; he's going to rescue Roger!"

"Rescue? Why? Weren't the Flying Pirates and the Roger Pirates sworn enemies?"

"You don't get it. Shiki and Roger were rivals, sure, but there was also mutual respect. In their own way, they were comrades on the battlefield."

The cabin fell silent as Shiki's crew realized the depth of his determination.

"Enough talking! Prepare to set sail for the East Blue. If the boss needs backup, we'll be ready!"

"Hell yeah! It's time for a fight!"

---

A Few Days Later

Somewhere in the East Blue, on a remote and deserted island:

"Damn it! Laozi can't find the right direction!"

Shiki had rushed off toward the East Blue in a frenzy, but his lack of navigational skills left him stranded. Forced to land on an island to recalibrate, he waited for passing ships to ask for directions.

Three days passed without a single ship—or even a bird—crossing the skies.

"We're running out of time!" Shiki clenched his fists in frustration, pacing along the shoreline.

On the fourth day, as the sun rose, a small boat appeared on the horizon.

A lone figure disembarked from the boat, his movements casual yet confident.

"Finally, solid ground!" the young man muttered, stretching. "Sleeping on that boat was a nightmare."

This man was Kaizen, formerly of CP5, now a rogue seeking his own path.

---

"Hahahaha! What a surprise to meet someone like you here!"

Suddenly, Shiki's towering figure landed before Kaizen in a cloud of smoke and dust.

Kaizen frowned, his moment of peace shattered.

"Of course," he muttered. "This island couldn't possibly be empty."

"Impressive! A hidden master on a no-name island!" Shiki roared, his eyes gleaming.

Kaizen sighed. "Let me guess—this is about to get unpleasant."

"My name is Golden Lion Shiki, and I am a pirate!" Shiki declared, his voice brimming with pride.

Kaizen raised an eyebrow. The distinctive steering wheel lodged in Shiki's head made his identity unmistakable.

"Golden Lion Shiki, huh? What brings you here? Shouldn't you be in the New World fighting over territory?" Kaizen asked nonchalantly.

"Hahahaha! You recognize me!" Shiki laughed, placing his hands on his hips. "How about it, kid? Join me, and together we'll rule the world!"

Shiki's confidence radiated as if world domination were just another casual ambition.

Kaizen pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'll pass. Ruling the world sounds boring."

Shiki's grin faltered. "What? That's the exact same thing that man said!"

For a moment, Shiki's mind wandered to Gol D. Roger. He recalled offering the same invitation to Roger, only to be met with rejection.

Now, another strong-willed individual stood before him, echoing Roger's refusal.

"I'm sorry," Kaizen said, shrugging. "I couldn't think of a better way to turn you down."

Shiki's expression darkened as frustration and memories of Roger's defiance mingled in his mind.

"Boy," Shiki growled, "you'd better have the strength to back up that mouth of yours."

---

TO BE CONTINUED...