One Piece: Curse of Immortality

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The World Conference was in full swing, with countless voices blending into a cacophony as people moved busily about. 

Naturally, no one noticed Arashi slipping away. Cobra's gaze turned sombre as his hand tightened around the armrest of his chair. 

Yet, recalling his younger brother's earlier words, he exhaled deeply, calming himself before refocusing on the ongoing discussions.

Meanwhile, clad in black, the guide led Arashi down a secluded path. 

Standing at an imposing height of 3.3 meters, Arashi towered over the guide, who almost seemed to be running just to keep pace with his long strides.

"Are we there yet?" Arashi asked, frowning after nearly fifteen minutes of walking deeper into the heart of Mariejois.

"We're almost there, my lord. Please be patient," the guide replied, his voice trembling as he wiped the sweat from his brow.

The guide knew very well who this man was—a Marine Vice Admiral of tremendous strength and, more importantly, a Celestial Dragon. 

Few dared to cross someone like him. But this meeting had been initiated at the request of five very particular figures.

Moments later, they arrived at what appeared to be the core of Mariejois. 

"The palace ahead is your destination. Please proceed," the guide said carefully, gesturing toward the grand structure before stepping aside.

Arashi squinted at the resplendent palace, his eyes narrowing slightly. Without further hesitation, he strode forward.

Inside the majestic hall, five elderly figures waited, their appearances and postures diverse—some standing, others seated on sofas.

Suddenly, the grand doors swung open, and a tall, commanding figure stepped inside.

"He's here," one of the elders murmured, their gazes converging on the newcomer.

Standing at 3.3 meters with a robust physique, Arashi exuded the aura of a wild predator. 

His mere presence was enough to unsettle the air around him. 

His striking features bore a faint smile, and even in the face of these five, his composure remained unshaken.

"Nefertari Arashi," an elder clad in a dark green suit, bald with a curled mustache, called out in a deep voice.

Standing before the five, Arashi glanced down at them and calmly said, "Don't you think it's polite to introduce yourselves first?"

"Hmm?" The elder wielding a sword glared at him, his aura rippling through the room like a sudden gale. 

The air grew heavy as an unseen pressure settled over everyone present.

"Leave us," commanded an elder in a black suit.

The trembling servants, pale with fear, quickly exited the room, shutting the doors tightly behind them.

In an instant, the atmosphere shifted. 

The weight in the room grew oppressive, thick with authority, solemnity, and tension as if the air had been squeezed out.

"You likely already know who we are," an elder with long, white, straight hair and a deep blue suit said coldly.

"Knowing and practicing hospitality are two different matters," Arashi replied, raising an eyebrow and sweepingly glancing over the five. "Don't you agree?"

The silence stretched, the five elders' expressions turning darker and more imposing.

Suddenly, a suffocating wave of pressure emanated from the elders, crashing toward Arashi like an unseen tidal wave. 

His body tensed briefly under the immense weight, but it wasn't over. 

Another followed one wave, and then another, until five separate waves bore down on him simultaneously.

But then, Arashi grinned. His aura flared to life, clashing against theirs in an invisible but fierce collision. 

"You underestimate me," he said, his tone laced with amusement.

A sudden burst of Conqueror's Haki erupted from Arashi, powerful and overwhelming. 

The sheer intensity caused the coffee cups on the table to shatter with a crisp crack.

The room seemed to split into two distinct domains as six powerful auras collided and intertwined. 

The tension was palpable, the air heavy with an almost tangible energy.

"As the rumors say," one elder muttered. "You are indeed a force to be reckoned with."

"Very well," continued the elder in the dark green suit. "Allow me to introduce us formally."

"As you may have guessed, we are the ones who hold the highest authority in the world. The people call us the Gorosei—the Five Elders."

He paused, then began the introductions. "I am Topman Warcury."

"The one in the white robe is Saint Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro," Topman said, gesturing toward a stoic elder who slightly nodded.

"The man in the deep crimson suit is Saint Shepherd Ju Peter," he added. Shepherd remained expressionless, offering no acknowledgment.

"The elder in the deep blue suit is Saint Marcus Mars," he continued, his tone steady.

"And finally, the one in the black suit with white curly hair is Saint Jaygarcia Saturn," Topman concluded.

Having introduced the group, Topman extended a hand, signaling the start of their discussion.

"You were summoned here because there are a few things we wish to clarify. Have a seat."

Arashi nodded indifferently, ignoring the five elders' cold attitude. Without hesitation, he dropped onto the sofa, crossing one leg over the other. 

This casual display caused the elders to frown slightly.

"Let's not waste time. If you have questions, just ask," Arashi said nonchalantly.

"Very well," replied Topman Warcury, his sharp gaze fixing on Arashi. "Regarding the Ohara Incident, do you have anything to explain?"

Hearing this, Arashi chuckled. "Digging up old events like this seems pointless, doesn't it?" 

"Besides, didn't the outcome of that incident satisfy you?"

At these words, Saint Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro, the elder wielding the sword, immediately glared at him.

"Arashi! Be mindful of where you are. This isn't your West Blue!"

Arashi raised his head and let out a mocking laugh. "Do you want Mariejois to sink? If anyone here doesn't understand the situation, it's you!"

He paused momentarily before continuing, "The Ohara Incident was something you and I agreed upon through Garp-sensei." 

"Bringing it up again now only tarnishes your reputation. But if you want to settle old scores..."

The smile faded from Arashi's face, replaced by a cold, piercing gaze. "I don't mind making good on what I promised during that battle."

At his words, the elders' expressions darkened visibly, their faces growing grim and icy.

"You're too bold, Arashi!" one of them growled. "Do you think you can act recklessly in this sacred land?"

"Kid, don't compare us to Sengoku and Zephyr!" another snapped. 

"Were it not for your status as a Celestial Dragon, do you think you'd even have the privilege to sit here and speak to us?"

"Fool! Are you looking to die?" Furious voices erupted in unison, and the five elders' expressions twisted in anger. 

Their terrifying, invisible pressure surged again, bearing down on Arashi.

"If you want to fight, then fight. If you want to talk, show some respect and talk properly!" 

Arashi shot back, his voice calm but steely. "The world may fear you, but don't assume I'm among them!"

Arashi rose to his feet with a sharp movement, drawing his long blade in one swift motion. His cold, piercing eyes swept across the five elders. 

Despite standing deep in enemy territory, his demeanor showed no trace of fear.

"Worst case," he said with a cold laugh, "I'll tear through this Red Line beneath us today, reduce Mariejois to rubble, and bury all the Celestial Dragons along with it!"

"Crackle!"

Lightning erupted from Arashi, streaking across the vast hall, leaving charred marks in its wake.

"Bastard! Are you threatening us?" snarled Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro.

Arashi smirked but remained silent. 

He didn't deny it—this was a threat. In hostile territory, with the strength to bring mutual destruction, the one who should be cautious wasn't him but them.

"Everyone, calm down!" Saint Jaygarcia Saturn suddenly interjected, holding his forehead in exasperation. 

His voice carried authority as he addressed his enraged peers and the defiant Arashi.

He observed the confrontation unfolding before him. Arashi, fearless and aggressive, seemed ready to act on the slightest provocation. 

The elders hadn't expected this level of audacity. Was he that confident?

Jaygarcia's thoughts darkened momentarily as he recalled the rumors about Arashi's most troubling ability—not his immense power but his apparent immortality. 

According to intelligence reports, since Arashi joined the Marines, he had fought countless battles and had supposedly "died" more times than they could count. 

This was a vexing problem for the elders. If a fight broke out here, Mariejois would face destruction, and it might also attract the attention of that figure. 

If that figure's existence were revealed to the world, the consequences would be catastrophic. After all, it tied back to a secret buried for 800 years.

"Since you've summoned me, state your purpose," Arashi said coldly. "I don't have time to waste with five old men."

"You're far too arrogant!"

"Let's see just how powerful you are!" Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro growled, his voice icy. 

He didn't draw his sword, but a dark, formless shadow emerged behind him, exuding an ominous and terrifying aura.

"Ethanbaron!" Topman Warcury called out, his face grim. 

Then, his expression turned cold, and another shadow appeared behind him—chilling and demonic, as though claws were stretching out.

"Teach him a lesson," he said. "Let him understand where he is."

"You may boast about your strength," added Saint Shepherd Ju Peter, "but it's nothing in our eyes!"

Shadows began to manifest behind Shepherd, Marcus Mars, and Jaygarcia Saturn. 

The oppressive darkness seemed to drain all light from the hall, plunging it into a suffocating gloom. 

A bone-chilling dread spread through the room, penetrating Arashi's body.

The oppressive power filled the space, forcing Arashi's gaze to sharpen. Even he couldn't afford to underestimate the unknown strength of these five elders.

Though hazy and grotesque, the shadows seemed like monstrous beings staring him down. 

One had horns, another trailing ribbons, a third bird-like, a fourth with an elephant's trunk, and the last—indistinct but growing more sinister by the second—seemed like a demonic abomination.

Suddenly, a thunderclap echoed. Behind Arashi, five thunder drum patterns materialized. 

Violet lightning arced between them as his black hair grew longer, cascading down to his waist. 

Electric ribbons coiled around his body, crackling with raw energy.

Without hesitation, Arashi unleashed his overwhelming power on the five shadows. The collision was immediate and fierce, shaking the hall.

The elders' pupils contracted sharply.

"He..."

"...has developed the Rumble-Rumble Fruit's power to this extent?!"

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