I, Broly, began by destroying the pirate world.

Borsalino stood with his hands behind his back at the bow of the warship sailing from Marineford to Sabaody Archipelago. His face, which usually wore a lazy smile, was now shrouded in an unyielding sadness.

He felt that what was falling before his eyes was not the setting sun, but his own lifespan.

A soft cough suddenly came from beside him. The speaker was a short soldier—wearing a white felt hat and with a gleaming camera hanging around his neck. He was the head of the Navy's photography department, known as the "Flame Photography King."

No one remembers his real name. All that is known is that no matter how vicious the pirates are, he can take clear photos of them being wanted and escape unscathed. Many marines suspect that he has some kind of rule-based Devil Fruit ability.

"Mr. Borsalino, please rest assured."

The photographer patted his camera and said in a lighthearted tone, "To put it bluntly, our mission is just to take a picture of you fighting Broly, so that the Navy and the government can save face."

Kizaru glanced at him sideways but didn't say anything.

As a professional at slacking off, he was well aware that this job was just a formality.

To make the navy appear less cowardly, at least a sense of tragic grandeur should be created, suggesting that even with all their might, they could not prevail.

However, even though you can leave after taking a picture, once you're right in front of Broly, will he let you go?

The warship slowly approached the shore. Instead of making a grand entrance by stepping on cannonballs to reach the island, Kizaru seemed to have lead in his feet, dragging himself step by step toward the slave auction house.

The photographer behind him was stamping his feet impatiently: "General! Hurry up! If you dawdle any longer, Broly will be gone!"

Kizaru glared at him again—it's better that he left!

He's shrewd. If Broly leaves, Cyborg won't be able to blame him, right?

"Bulu, bulu, bulu—"

The Den Den Mushi in my pocket suddenly started ringing.

Even though Den Den Mushi don't have caller ID like cell phones, Kizaru can still guess who's calling.

He raised his hand to hang up, but within seconds, the Den Den Mushi seemed to be working against him, ringing more and more frequently, showing no intention of letting him off the hook.

Helpless, he could only hold the Den Den Mushi's shell, bring the receiver to his ear, and weakly hum, "Moshi moshi~ This is Borsalino."

"Borsalino! Is there glue on your feet?! Get the hell over there right now!"

A roar from Kong Kong exploded on the other end of the phone, making Kizaru's eardrums buzz.

The Sabaody Archipelago is the Celestial Dragons' backyard, and everywhere you look there are surveillance Den Den Mushi just like the ones used in Impel Down.

His dawdling and procrastination had been seen through by the steel skeleton of Marineford long ago.

Kizaru hung up the phone in a huff, mentally cursing Kong's ancestors for eighteen generations before reluctantly quickening his pace and heading towards Area 1.

A few hundred Berries a month? What are you risking your life for?

This path, which could have been covered in half a minute with the Glint-Glint Fruit, took Kizaru ten minutes of dawdling, enduring Kong's roars, before he finally caught a glimpse of the auction venue.

Kizaru silently thought to himself: It's alright, it's alright. Broly hates Celestial Dragons the most, he's probably already killed him and left.

But the next second, he saw a group of female pirates dressed in Amazon-style animal skin clothing, carrying heavy treasure chests, walking out of the venue in a grand procession.

At the same time, Broly's logo appeared on their clothes or tattoos, symbolizing that they were now that person's property.

Then, an even more horrifying scene came into view.

Broly rode out riding a bruised and swollen ugly fat man, who was their target for "rescue"—the Celestial Dragon Roswald.

The auctioneer, with a mournful face, followed by a wry smile, said, "Lord Broly, this puts me in a very difficult position! After all, this is Lord Feld's territory!"

Five minutes ago.

The auction was only halfway through when Broly got annoyed and blurted out, "I don't want to pay the money, but I want the goods. What am I supposed to do?"

One sentence completely baffled the person in charge of the auction.

Then, Broly waved his hand and had Toritoma summon the Kuja Pirates. Without saying a word, they emptied the venue of all the valuables.

Feld?

Broly raised an eyebrow, racking his brains but couldn't recall the name at all, guessing it was just some minor character.

He glanced at the host and said casually, "Let him take his revenge."

The host almost burst into tears.

His master, Du Field, is the king of loan sharks in the New World underworld, but even if he had a hundred lives, he wouldn't dare to cause trouble for Broly!

Alright, alright, I'm just a messenger. When gods fight, I just hope I don't get caught in the crossfire.

"Borsalino!"

Torituma, who was directing his men to move things, suddenly caught sight of the approaching navy in the distance, and his expression changed drastically.

Grandma, standing nearby, remained quite calm, glancing at the astonished Toritoma.

What are you yelling for? Can't you see Broly?

Broly turned his head at the sound and his gaze met Kizaru's.

The last time we met was in Loguetown.

He grinned at Kizaru, making it seem to anyone who didn't know better think the two were very close old friends.

Kizaru looked at Roswald, who was beaten to a pulp and was being ridden by Broly, and mentally screamed: How come you're not dead?!

The photographer behind him tugged at Kizaru's sleeve and whispered, "Admiral! Go! Hurry up! I'm waiting to take these photos to show for it!"

Kizaru glared at him.

Hurry up! So you're not going up there to get yourself killed, are you?!

For half a minute, Kizaru kept his head down, lost in thought.

Suddenly, Kizaru clasped his hands together and then abruptly separated them.

A dazzling light condensed in his palm, transforming into a gleaming golden lightsaber.

「!?」

The women of the Kuja Pirates instantly erupted in chaos. Even the old woman couldn't maintain her composure, revealing a look of utter disbelief.

Torituma was so shocked his eyes almost popped out of their sockets: "That guy... he's really planning to fight Lord Broly?"

Hancock gazed at Broly's retreating figure, her eyes softening with tenderness: "Broly-chan, please be careful!"

"Don't call me that," Broly said speechlessly.

Broly was also a little surprised. He could understand if it was Akainu who dared to attack him, but it was Kizaru, that old scoundrel, who surprised him.

"Everyone, evacuate immediately!"

Kizaru suddenly shouted, the light from the Ame-no-Murakumo sword in his hand blazing, and his lazy demeanor vanished completely.

Instead, an unprecedented seriousness prevailed. The naval soldiers following behind him were dumbfounded. Was this still the same admiral they knew who was always slacking off?

"Next, I'm going to use my ultimate move that I've kept hidden for many years."

Kizaru's voice was as cold as ice, "This move is too powerful. If you stay here, I can't guarantee you'll make it back to headquarters alive."

The photographer's eyes lit up, and he was about to ask if he could stay and take a picture of his move when he was met with a cold glare from Kizaru.

"Didn't you hear me?"

Kizaru said in a deep voice, "You also want to be affected by my ultimate attack?"

The photographer's sharp, piercing gaze reminded him of Akainu, causing him to shrink back in fear and remain silent.

He quickly raised his camera and took a picture of Kizaru, who had a grim expression, and then of Broly, who was watching with interest from a distance. Only then did he scramble to his feet and retreat with the main force.

Seeing this, Toritoma's expression also turned serious. "Everyone, retreat!"

She had never heard of Kizaru having any secret techniques, but seeing his serious demeanor, she had to be on guard.

This move might be insignificant to Broly, but it could be devastating for ordinary pirates like them.

Toritoma grabbed Hancock, who was trying to get closer to Broly, and dragged her in the opposite direction.

Hancock struggled to look back: "But Broly-chan...!"

"You should be worried about Kizaru!" Torituma rolled his eyes at her, annoyed.

In just two minutes, the area was completely empty, leaving only Broly and Kizaru. Oh, and Roswald, chained up and beaten beyond recognition.

"Polsalino...save me...save me..." Roswald groaned weakly.

Broly loosened the chain binding Roswald's collar and looked at Kizaru opposite him with great interest. "Special move? What is it?"

Is it that the lightsaber in his hand can evolve into an EX-level curry stick?

Or can the Glint-Glint Fruit awaken and transform into the Human-Human Fruit, Mythical Zoan type, Giant of Light form?

Broly's curiosity was piqued to the extreme, and the lightsaber in Kizaru's hand suddenly dissipated, turning into specks of light that drifted away.

Followed by.

Two muffled thuds came from behind.

Kizaru bent his knees and knelt before Broly.