One Piece Straw Hat Grand Fleet Novels & Stories

Some were green, like the banners of Haefest, others were gold, like the banners of Aeris, still others blue like those of Locrand and in the distance Doreon could also see some white and gray sails like Devian's sigil of arms. "Unbelievable, isn't it?" said Pix, leaning his back against the fence and his gaze towards the ocean. The light breeze ruffled his hair. Doreon, with his elbows resting on the fence, watched the men load huge wooden crates onto the docked ships. Pix was next to him, dividing them was the fence, while the lord breathed deeply. "It looks like a fleet too big for simple reconnaissance," Doreon commented as he looked at the ships.

Then a hundred. "Ships," Leo said, his voice cracking. "Vane brought friends. They're surrounding the island. Not attacking yet. Just... waiting." I zoomed in on the screen. Black ships. No flags. But I recognized the symbol on their hulls—a silver scale, balanced but tipped to one side. The Council's Harvest Fleet. "They're here for the children," I said. "They knew we'd drop the shield." Vane's voice crackled over a hidden speaker. "Rose, dear. Did you really think I'd let you run? I have fifty ships. You have fifty children. The math is simple."

Carla froze for a moment, then quickly rushed downstairs to open the door. As expected, an elderly man with a refined aura stood outside, slowly shaking his head with a sigh. Carla stared at him in shock. The fortune teller walked inside and said, "Give me the straw." Amanda quickly handed it over. He took one look and said calmly, "The soul belonging to the long straw is no longer in that body. He may be dead, or he may be asleep. Either way, he is gone."

The horns continued to sound. Once. Twice. Three times. Again and again, their mournful, rhythmic cry echoed across the broken spires of Blackthorn City. Tens of thousands of eyes turned toward the harbor, looking out at the glittering sea where a spectacular fleet had appeared from the morning mist without warning. Dozens of ships cut through the water, boasting high silver sails and moon-white banners that fluttered sharply in the wind. At the center of the formation cruised one enormous flagship. Its mainmast carried a striking royal sigil that very few living people still recognized: a pristine crescent moon pierced cleanly by a longsword.

- Diana "You mean someone's killing those who're included in the exam?" Onimura worriedly asked because his brother is also participating in the exam. This is why I came here. To inform you of the info that the naval fleet had received earlier about two hours ago. [ Space fleets are called naies because they use ships(vessels) which can be boarded for a long period of time. ] I was planning to join the operation here anyway so I figured, I'll be the one to inform you about this. As your commander and as a friend."

Rudra stepped back, lowering the sword, and surveyed his team. "You see?" Rudra said, his voice calm but authoritative. "These hats are equipped with advanced technology. They generate a protective shield that can repel any physical attack. You are not just wearing a hat; you are wearing a portable defense system." The room buzzed with astonishment. Nand, still holding his hat, examined it more closely, his technical curiosity piqued. Vipula, her earlier sorrow momentarily set aside, looked at the hat with a mixture of wonder and renewed hope. Veer, always practical, gave a satisfied nod, reassured by the demonstration.

Larissa looked through the binoculars, spotting several warships on the sea. They each bore a black flag with a crescent moon at its center—the emblem of the Twilight Group. Just then, the crowd on the ship slowly dispersed, revealing an elegant figure.

I could only imagine what she was feeling at this moment. “Do we even have the men to up against such a fleet?” Her voice grew weak and hoarse as the horror of what she was seeing sunk in. “Ma’am, to answer your first question, the majority of the fleet are from packs across continent. There are flags flying as far as the Himalayan packs. We have no idea how he has amassed such support.” “I though he was being watched.” I slam my fist down on the table. Everyone in the room jumping on impact.

Crested on the sails is the peak of a mountain and the rising sun behind it, on deck Soldiers clad in red steel-armor set the sails and engage in various activities. Inside a cabin underneath the bridge of the ship a fair skinned man having short dark curls and we'll trimmed beards with a blend of gray, dressed in silver robe; reads cheerfully through a large map stationed on a table. After a while the man lifts up his head gazing at the beauty of the Ocean through the large window in front of him. “It’s good to be here again, I wonder how Jerrod and everyone else are doing. Prince Fredrick, Prince Richard, Aria, she should be a woman by now.”

The woman smiled faintly when she heard and felt a slight disturbance above her floating fortress. “Tch, two hundred lowly swordsmen are trying to hijack the floating fortress of legend? Aren't they digging their own graves?!” muttered General Fu Lian while still combing her jet black hair. Every now and then, the woman closed her eyes to feel the conditions of the battlefield on the ship's deck.