One Piece: My Crew is from Other World

As Mihawk's devastating slash split the sea and shattered the Navy's formation, Vice Admiral Strawberry gritted his teeth and raised his voice.

"Engage! All units, attack now!"

The next moment, several figures leapt from the navy flagship—not marines in standard uniform, but strange individuals clad in form-fitting gear, their auras twisted and unnatural.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A series of explosions tore through the shoreline as Mihawk's boat was engulfed in smoke and debris. The sea churned violently, the blast echoing for miles.

Zoro, who had been watching from the sidelines, narrowed his eyes.

"What the hell…?"

Using his Observation Haki, he could feel the immense power radiating from these newcomers. But they weren't ordinary marines. Their movements were clean, robotic. Their presence... lifeless.

"They're not navy," Zoro muttered, eyes sharpening. "They feel… wrong."

Strawberry, shaken from Mihawk's earlier attack, stood rooted in place. These soldiers had clearly been dispatched by the World Government—but even he didn't know who or what they were. They outranked no one and answered to no known command.

And they showed no fear in the face of Mihawk.

Zoro's jaw tightened. These freaks weren't after him, but he owed Mihawk a great debt. If he stood idle now, he'd no longer be Roronoa Zoro.

Dark aura coiled around his frame as he placed a hand on his katana.

"The mountains and the sea… All of it is illusion."

The nearby baboons immediately tensed. One of them hurled its long sword into the air without hesitation.

Bang!

Zoro leapt, landing on the airborne weapon mid-flight.

"Itto-Ryu: Kurogiri Iai!"

A flash of black light streaked across the battlefield. Several of the World Government's special forces were instantly bisected.

Without missing a beat, Zoro rotated midair, drawing his second sword—now imbued with Armament Haki.

"Two-Sword Style…"

Each slash painted the sky with arcs of black steel, the sheer force shaking the air.

For a moment, the desert ruins were his stage.

Even Mihawk glanced his way, a flicker of surprise crossing his usually emotionless eyes.

He'd expected Zoro to keep his promise and head for Sabaody—to reunite with his crewmates. But instead, Zoro had chosen to stand by him, blades drawn, against the full force of the Government.

And as the battle progressed, the darkness coiling around Zoro only thickened.

"…Pirate Zoro," Strawberry muttered, his voice grim. "Just what are you thinking?"

This wasn't just reckless—it was political suicide. The Navy was under orders to purge the remaining Warlords. Getting involved now could pull the Straw Hat Pirates directly into the conflict.

"Vice Admiral Strawberry!" a frantic lookout called out. "A pirate ship is approaching—fast!"

"What now!?"

"They're flying the Dragon Hunter Pirates flag!"

The sailor's face was pale, his voice trembling. "It's them, sir… Ryuunosuke's crew!"

The vice admiral's face drained of color.

The Dragon Hunter Pirates.

Of all the crews in the world, they were the last ones he wanted to see. Any other crew might avoid conflict with the Navy at a time like this. The World Government had made its intentions clear—wipe out the Warlords, and by extension, crush dissent.

But the Dragon Hunters… They didn't care.

They never had.

Strawberry's stomach churned as he remembered the stories. What this pirate group had done to Cipher Pol units, Warlords, entire government outposts…

No. They wouldn't walk away from this.

And sure enough, high above the battlefield, dark clouds began to gather.

Thunder rumbled.

A massive silhouette emerged from the sky—the Ship of God, casting a divine shadow over the sea.

Even Mihawk's expression shifted slightly.

"So… he's come."

The skies split as a figure descended from above, wings glowing faintly behind him.

Ryuunosuke—cloaked in divinity and dripping with battle intent—hovered above the ruined battlefield like a celestial executioner.

"Zoro. Long time no see."

The swordsman turned, surprised. "Ryuunosuke?"

He hadn't noticed the Dragon Hunter ship in the chaos. But now that it loomed behind him, unmistakable and majestic, Zoro realized the battlefield had just tipped.

"You still owe me a drink," Ryuunosuke said with a grin. "Brook's aboard. Join us later."

He looked toward the unnatural soldiers. "For now, let me clean up this trash."

A surge of oppressive Haki rippled from him.

Even Zoro had to take a step back.

These things weren't human. Ryuunosuke could smell it on them.

Twisted lifeforms—created by the World Government, stitched together with bloodline factors and synthetic material. Tools of war disguised as men.

"Ryuunosuke!" Strawberry shouted, desperation in his voice. "This is a matter between the Navy and the Warlords! You have no place in this battle!"

Ryuunosuke looked down with a mocking smile.

"The Navy?" he scoffed. "Go tell Sakazuki—has he truly become the Government's lapdog?"

He paused, narrowing his eyes. "You can't even control these monsters you've brought. Do you think I care for your excuses?"

Strawberry opened his mouth to protest but stopped. He had no answer. These special agents didn't even answer to Sakazuki. They belonged to the new Secretary General—a puppet master hidden in the shadows.

Ryuunosuke raised his hand.

"You creatures should've never crawled into the light."

He drew his blade.

Instantly, a wave of deathly cold spread across the battlefield.

Even Mihawk took a step back.

Those touched by this aura met nothing but ruin.

The World Government's enforcers locked their gaze on Ryuunosuke. Then, without hesitation, dozens of them surged forward.

But they didn't attack.

They exploded.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The suicidal detonation ripped the sea apart. A towering geyser of water and fire swallowed the sky.

Zoro gritted his teeth and shielded his face. Strawberry stumbled. The battlefield erupted into chaos.

Yet when the smoke cleared—

Ryuunosuke was still floating in place, unharmed.

Disgust flickered in his eyes.

He waved his hand gently—and the air shimmered.

Dozens of the agents, mid-charge, suddenly halted mid-step.

Their bodies twitched, convulsing violently.

Then—

"Crrrk… Crrrk…"

Snap. Snap. Snap.

Bone and synthetic matter shattered in unison. One by one, they collapsed into the sea like broken dolls.

Their bodies had been shredded by thin strands of steel-like thread—so fine they were invisible to the naked eye. Only the stains of blood revealed their existence.

Silence fell over the ocean.

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