The Shocking Message

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The eerily calm, yet menacing scene unfolded amidst the perilous waters of New World... as ten Giant-Military-Marine Fleet were gradually encircling the oblivious island from 4 directions, ones on the north-eastern side commanded by Vice Admiral Momonga, the north- western side by Vice Admiral Onikumo, the south-eastern side by Admiral John Giant, and the south-western side, by Vice Admiral Yamakaji...

Their mirrored composed demeanours conveyed a deep sense of resolve to their cause, as they prepared for the impending assaults...

On the front deck of the gigantic marine ship, lurking at the central entrance to the main island's port, stood Masaru Akagi, the appointed General Commander of this specific operation. The Vice Admiral, and seasoned swordsman, quietly observed the island through a pair of binoculars, then he sighed, "It's such a shame that we have to resort to this against a newly established country..." he murmured to himself, as he raised his hand to give a signal to the waiting, lined-up marines behind, "Sorry, My Lord, for your dreams are soon to be shattered by our hands," before he gave an order...

"Fire!"

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"All CP5 and marine officers retreat to the ships right away!!"

Shouted Spandam as he moved to rush back to the shore, his frenzied heart pounding in the face of an upcoming disaster. Cursing under his breath, the cunning marine was unable to comprehend the unforeseen twist of events. "How did everything spiral out of control so quickly?!" he muttered in exasperation.

As a group of marine officers hurried, Lord Bogart stood in their path, a curious expression on his face...

"What's with the sudden rush, Spandam? And why are you abandoning our operation?" The Lord questioned, his voice tinged with alarming suspicion. The CP5 Leader, barely containing his anxiety, responded urgently, "There's no time to explain! You need to evacuate to the ship immediately, Lord Bogart! Your life is all that's left to salvage at this point!!!"

Before the former king could comprehend the dire emergency they were in, a deafening explosion echoed from within the Forbidden Forest, reverberating throughout the entire island. The sight of searing fires and billowing smoke filled the air, a horrifying display of destruction...

"WHAT ON EARTH IS HAPPENING?!" someone exclaimed in shock. "IT'S A FIREBOMB!!!" another shouted.

"IS THIS THE PIRATES' TERRORIST ATTACK?!!!"

The sudden and shocking assault on the once-peaceful island ignited a wave of panic and fear. The people of Raduno Town and the surrounding residents scattered in all directions, desperately seeking safety.

Amidst the chaos, a booming announcement blared from the Marine's towering ship at the shorefront, its words striking fear into the hearts of the targeted island-dwellers...

"ATTENTIONS!! RED HAIR PIRATES AND CITIZENS OF RINASCITA!! The Marines have currently secured control of this island due to its possession of certain items that may jeopardize the future of World Government's authority! Consequently, we have deemed it imperative to ELIMINATE all those potential threats in order to ensure continued stability and harmony under our long-standing jurisdiction!!"

A momentary pause followed, allowing the weight of the announcement to sink in, before the voice continued, "All citizens, EVACUATE at once to our provided Refuge Ship awaiting at the eastern port! It will depart in 20 minutes sharp from now! This is your ONLY chance of cooperation and escape!!"

As the dreadful message settled, the clamorous sound of marines' siren swept across the island like a beast's howls, consuming all its panicking residents. People screamed, crying out in fear and helplessness. The chaotic scene unfolded, with terrified citizens scrambling to reach the eastern shore and find safety.

"Oh, no..no! The Chief and the Doctor are still out there in that forest!" Yasopp exclaimed, his voice filled with shock, confusion, and relentlessness. The same sense of disbelief and concern spread among accompanying Red Hair crew members. The events had unraveled so quickly that they were struggling to piece together what had just transpired...

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Only a few moments ago, in the depth of the Forbidden Forest... .

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Concealed within the thick bushes by the far cliff side, the two figures exchanged hushed voices...

"Has everyone left the house area?" inquired the first voice, cautious and low...

"I think so... I don't sense anyone around the premises right now. It seems they couldn't find what they wanted and quickly gave up their search," responded the second voice, also speaking in a subdued tone, "I believe it's safe for us to return, doctor."

With that assurance, a blue film materialized, enveloping both figures. They reappeared once again around the house of the deceased old man. Law wasted no time, briskly opening the notebook in his hand to continue reading the shocking and valuable information regarding the mystical Seeds. This time, uninterrupted by the invading marines, they could delve deeper into the secrets hidden within the findings...

The dark-haired surgeon hurriedly scanned the following pages, "Here's more about them! They look like his personal notes dated from different timelines..." His eyes then fixated on the smooth handwritten scripts penned by Ashar the Hermit, whose experiences added an extra layer of significance on each paragraph as he read on...

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In the history of Guardian Seeds, however, despite their role as protectors of life on Earth, they have over times teetered on the brink of extinction. These seeds have long been entangled in power struggles between leaders of nations, marines, and pirates. Rarely have they remained in the hands of common, vulnerable citizens for long before becoming the sought-after prizes of the powerful, be they individuals or organisations.

It seemed, regrettably, that they had always been used to further widening the gap between those in power and those without.

I myself was forced to flee my homeland, devastated by civil wars. Struggling through the harsh New World seas alone, I carried with me the last remaining seeds cultivated by our lands and ancestors, of which everything were all wiped out in an instant by the overwhelming power of a Logia-type Devil Fruit user, merely one of the war participants in the horrifying battlefield.

Upon arriving in this new land, I have embraced the true original purpose of the Guardian Seeds; to indiscriminately protect the innocents, whether they be people or animals, for if we ceased to continue this struggle, the seeds would eventually be extinguished, along with the hopes for us, insignificant small people, who only wanted to find peace and lived on in this merciless, power-dominant world.

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The wild beasts that roam this forest were once ordinary black tigers. As time passed by, nonetheless, they have become stronger and more feral after consuming some of the Guardian Fruits falling from the trees during my past harvesting seasons. Although they have grown accustomed to my presence, I am truly grateful that they have embraced the seeds' powers within their rightful territory.

It is my hope that they will be protected and thrive, for they too, have a place in our shared natural world. They are entitled to live just as we all are. Hence, I will designate them as 'Saberos,' for the name will strike fear into the hearts of future immigrants and discourage any attempts to invade their habitats."

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All my efforts in cultivating and multiplying these Guardian Seeds are about to bear fruits! In the coming months, during the third harvest, there will be an abundance of seeds to sustain the growing population of this island. Fugar, my friend, we shall celebrate together with all of them, raising our glasses high in a toast to the bright future of our beloved land!

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The young brunet paused briefly, his gaze focused on the more recent pages of the notebook, "This next part was written quite recently. The ink appears fresh, and the handwritings seem more scribbled," he remarked before continuing...

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I may not have much time left. With the corrupted ruler and vicious pirates occupying our lands, it seems that history is doomed to repeat itself. The same patterns play out again and again. Are we, the people, never allowed to ever live freely on any soils within this vast world?

By the time someone finds this notebook, it will mean that I am no longer among the livings.

My dear friend, Fugar, if it comes to pass, let us accept our fates. We have done our best. Let the hands of destiny determine who shall inherit the Guardian Seeds.

May you and our people be protected and carry on the legacy for generations to come... .

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Then, written in the very last page of the notebook, disclosed the final messages:

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Amidst the expansive array of plant species, approximately 300 meters northwest of the house, you will find the hidden treasures of the Guardian Fruit Trees. Their plain green, pear- like fruits may appear unremarkable at first glance, but do not be deceived... Enclosed in their unassuming exterior, reside the precious seeds of a mesmerizing turquoise hue, capable of safeguarding us, the ordinary beings, from the dangers of this world.

Embrace their simplicity and search for them diligently, for within these unearthed valuables lies the key to protecting the myriad lives that inhabit our cherished world.

Ashar Armed

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As the lean, tattooed man finished reading, his gaze shifted to the horizon... "It looks like we should start moving now..." he said with impassive voice, yet holding suppressed undercurrent of emotion, while he pointed towards a specific direction...

But in an instant that the red-haired captain was about to utter a word...

"BOOOOMMMM!!!"

The thunderous sound of explosive cannon-fire penetrated across the sky, shaking the very foundation of the forest as the deafening blast echoed through the nearby trees, instantly sending shockwaves striking through both the scrambling men's bodies.

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