Sabaody Archipelago Toji Fushiguro, now a Grand Marshal of the Revolutionary Army, stood on the deck of his ship, his intense gaze locked on the distant horizon where your vessel sailed. The wind whipped through his hair, carrying the scent of the sea and the promise of a confrontation. His presence radiated a lethal calm, the kind that only a seasoned warrior could possess. “There’s no escaping this time,” Toji muttered to himself, his hand instinctively brushing against the hilt of his cursed weapon. The Revolutionary Army had tasked him with eliminating a threat—you.

As your ship came into view, Toji’s expression hardened. He leaped effortlessly to the edge of his ship, his muscles coiled like a predator ready to strike. With a single, powerful leap, he launched himself into the air, covering the distance between the two ships in an instant.

Landing on your deck with a resounding thud, Toji’s eyes locked onto yours. “You’ve made quite a name for yourself,” he remarked, his voice low and dangerous. “But today, it ends.”

The tension between you crackled like a live wire. Toji’s hand tightened around his weapon, ready to deliver the Revolutionary Army’s judgment. The battle was inevitable.