One Piece: Waves of Destiny

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Moria's Tenacity and Roja's Proposition

Moria's thick skin and unrelenting survival instinct were truly remarkable.

Roja turned his gaze to Perona and said, "Perona, you heard him, didn't you? Your captain doesn't seem to want you anymore. Why not join me instead?"

Roja had taken a keen interest in Perona—not for her personality, but for her devil fruit powers. The Horo Horo no Mi, with its ghostly abilities, was immensely versatile and, in the right hands, nearly unstoppable.

Except for someone like Usopp, naturally immune due to his extreme pessimism, the fruit could incapacitate even the strongest foes. Imagine a high-stakes battle where Perona's ghosts could delay or distract opponents for even a second—it could decisively turn the tide.

Perona was stunned at Moria's shamelessness, her anger bubbling over. After a moment of hesitation, she crossed her arms and huffed. "Fine! I'll join you. But my body is still in my room. Let's head there first."

Roja smirked and glanced at the wall. "That's easy."

He raised his finger and unleashed a pinpoint Shigan. The wall, solid as it was, crumbled like wet paper under the sheer force of his attack.

Perona's eyes widened in shock, her voice rising in panic. "Be careful! My body's in there!"

"Relax," Roja replied with a confident grin. "My control is impeccable."

Floating through the hole in the wall, Roja entered Perona's room. It was, fittingly, a princess's chamber but adorned with an eerie, gothic flair. Dark decorations, creepy dolls, and ominous ornaments filled the space, giving it the feel of a haunted mansion.

"You really have an eye for the macabre," Roja mused. "You must love this spooky aesthetic."

"Spooky? These are adorable! You have no taste at all," Perona retorted, pouting. "And let me tell you this—if I'm joining you, my room has to stay like this. Got it?"

Roja chuckled. "Fine by me. My warship has plenty of space. Pack it all up; it's coming with us."

With a casual wave of his hand, Roja activated his Fūinjutsu powers. The eerie decorations floated into the air, as did Perona's body, suspended with precision.

"Whoa," Perona muttered in awe. "Who are you, really?"

"Me?" Roja replied nonchalantly. "Just a little Admiral in the Navy."

"Admiral?!"

Both Perona and Moria, who had been eavesdropping from afar, were stunned. The weight of the title hit them like a tidal wave.

"I'm one of the Three Admirals—code name: White Dove," Roja said, his tone calm as if he were commenting on the weather.

Moria's fists clenched, his shame from his recent defeat by Kaido festering. "Kaido… now this guy! Just you wait, Roja. I'll have my revenge!"

Roja, oblivious to Moria's simmering hatred—or simply uninterested—focused on finishing up. After transporting all of Perona's belongings onto his warship, he floated into the sky.

Destruction of the Terrorizing Barque

Channeling his spell-like ability, Roja manipulated the clouds and ocean. White clouds descended as if pulled by an invisible hand, intertwining with seawater to form the shape of a massive dragon's head.

The enormous figure loomed over the Thriller Bark, casting an ominous shadow. Every detail of the dragon's head was precise, radiating an overwhelming aura.

Perona stared in disbelief. "What... what is that?!"

Roja gave a slight smirk. "A little something I picked up. Watch."

With a flick of his wrist, the dragon surged forward, crashing down on Thriller Bark. The ship—hailed as the largest pirate vessel in the world—was cleaved cleanly in two, splitting with an earth-shaking roar.

From the debris, Moria emerged just in time to witness the dragon's destructive power. His massive figure trembled, his knees weak. Roja didn't even glance back.

"Perona, time to go," Roja said, his tone casual, as if he hadn't just obliterated a pirate's dream.

"Y-Yeah!" Perona stammered, still processing what she'd witnessed.

As they left, Perona stole one last glance at the wreckage. She didn't know whether her former captain had survived, but she didn't care to find out. She was resolute—Roja was the one to follow.

Arrival at Punk Hazard

The warship sped toward Punk Hazard, with Roja at the helm, exuding an air of triumph. Perona floated alongside, still pondering Roja's incredible power. She dared to break the silence.

"Uh… Captain, where exactly are we headed now?"

"Punk Hazard," Roja replied simply.

As the warship sailed at an impressive speed, elsewhere on Punk Hazard, the deranged scientist Caesar Clown stood in a secluded lab. He held a test tube aloft, his face twisted with a manic grin.

"Fuffuffuffu! Finally, my masterpiece is complete! This will prove that I'm greater than Vegapunk! The greatest scientist in the world!"

Before he could celebrate further, a calm, commanding voice interrupted him from behind.

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