Revolutionary Army, Gordon

The chaos engulfing the streets of Gloria Kingdom was unrelenting. The air was thick with the acrid smell of smoke and the cries of the helpless. Buildings lay in ruin, and the once-bustling marketplace was reduced to rubble under the tyrannical onslaught of Drought, the Pirate known as the, "Wandering Disaster."

His guttural laughter echoed through the streets as he strode forward, his enormous frame causing the ground to quake beneath him.

"Mwahahaha! Gloria Kingdom is mine!"

Drought bellowed, his guttural voice dripping with malice. His bounty, an eye-catching 860 million berries, reflected the devastation and death that followed him. His grotesque grin widened as his single eye glinted with sadistic glee.

Nearby, a brave but battered man stood before his family, shielding his wife and daughter from one of Drought's pirates. The man fought valiantly despite his injuries, managing to fall his opponent with a desperate slash to the neck. But his moment of triumph was short-lived.

The downed pirate's lifeless body was stepped on and obliterated under Drought's massive boot. The Pirate Lord sneered. "Pathetic. Just another useless tool," he muttered disdainfully.

The injured man turned to face the towering figure, trembling yet defiant. He swung his sword at Drought with all his might. The blade passed harmlessly through the pirate's body, revealing his horrifying truth, a Logia Devil Fruit user.

The man's eyes widened in shock, but he had no time to react as Drought's massive fist slammed into him with unimaginable force. His head twisted grotesquely before bursting like a watermelon, sending blood splattering across Drought's face.

"Fitting for a heroic ending," Drought chuckled darkly, licking the blood from his lips with twisted pleasure. His gaze then turned to the trembling mother and child, their desperate cries piercing the air.

"There's no hero in this story," Drought said coldly, his expression shifting to one of eerie calm. Raising his massive hand, he performed a grasping motion, calling out his devastating technique:

{Stardust: Combustion}

A blinding light engulfed the two, their cries were snuffed out as they disintegrated into glowing dust that scattered in the wind.

Drought turned away, his mirthless laughter booming once more. "Heh, no heroes here, folks." He began his lumbering march toward the palace, each step heralding doom as he crushed anything and anyone in his path.

[The Inner Castle]

Inside the royal palace, panic was barely held at bay. Civilians huddled together in the great hall, their faces pale with fear. Knights stood guard at the entrance, their weapons drawn, determined to protect the king, queen, and their people at all costs.

In the meeting room, Queen Reli clutched the coat of the revolutionary, Commander Zexer. Her eyes brimmed with tears as she pleaded, "Sir Zexer, are you certain your comrade is coming? We cannot hold out much longer!"

Zexer, his dark coat streaked with soot and his face lined with exhaustion, offered her a weary but reassuring smile. "Trust me, Your Majesty. He'll be here. That man is not just a commander; he's an army in human form."

No sooner had Zexer spoken than a thunderous explosion rocked the kingdom. The queen and King Vondosa rushed to the window, their hearts pounding.

The king pulled out a telescope and peered toward the docks. His eyes widened as he spotted the familiar emblem of the Revolutionary Army, a white flag emblazoned with a blue symbol, radiating freedom and hope.

"He's here…" King Vondosa whispered, his voice filled with a mix of relief and awe. "Commander Gordon."

[Dock of Gloria Kingdom]

The Ship, a number 3 imprinted on the sails, 

At the bow of the Revolutionary Army's flagship stood a man whose very presence seemed to command the battlefield. Commander Gordon cut an imposing figure, his pristine white suit and gold crown shimmering in the sunlight. His gaze was stern, unyielding, and carried the weight of countless victories.

Pirates looting nearby froze in their tracks, their weapons trembling in their hands. Even the air seemed to shift around him, heavy with an aura of authority that left no room for resistance.

Commander Gordon raised a hand, his voice ringing clear and resolute. "Revolutionaries, prepare for battle. This tyranny ends here."

Behind him, the ship's deck came alive with the movement of soldiers, each ready to lay down their lives to liberate Gloria Kingdom.

Drought noticing the commotion rushed towards it, now close enough to see the ship, paused mid-stride. His single eye narrowed as he let out a deep growl. "Hmph. So, they are the reinforcement? Do they think this can stop me? Let's see how your so-called reinforcement fares against me, King Vondosa!"

As the Revolutionary Army began its descent onto the battlefield, the clash between overwhelming destruction and steadfast justice loomed. The stage was set for a battle that would shake Gloria Kingdom to its core.

Zexer, standing behind the King, turned his gaze out of the window once more. His masked smile reflected a rare glimmer of relief. "He's here," he muttered. The sight of Gordon approaching allowed Zexer to relax slightly.

Though he'd managed to save 90% of the civilians using his Mist devil fruit, the strain of battle against someone like Drought had pushed him to his limits.

Drought's sheer destructive power far exceeded even his bounty, and Zexer knew he stood no chance in a direct confrontation. But Gordon... Gordon was different.

Zexer squinted to focus on Gordon's form in the distance. Even now, the commander exuded a power that resonated with the same aura Zexer had felt from Homer, the Revolutionary Army's leader. Gordon was a man of immense strength and commanding presence, a born leader. Stories from Homer told of his ferocity in battle: how he stood at the forefront of war, cleaving through enemies with his gold-embellished white katana, Setsuna, a blade so fast its strikes were imperceptible.

[The Battlefield]

Amidst the clash between the Revolutionary soldiers and Drought's pirate crew, blood spilled freely, and chaos reigned. The Revolutionary Army's superior training gave them the upper hand, but Drought, enraged by the mounting losses, ground his teeth in frustration. His contorted face radiated fury as he leaped into the fray, each step shaking the earth beneath him.

With a thunderous roar, Drought lunged at Gordon, shattering the ground with the force of his leap and swinging his colossal fist toward the commander, hardened with Haki.

Gordon, unmoving and confident, met Drought's fury with unwavering composure. Within him, the soldiers and scientists stored inside his Castle-Castle body scrambled into action. In his left eye, a high-tech plasma cannon loaded with a specialized material began to hum.

From inside, the voices of his crew rang out. "READY IT! King Gordon, we're prepared!"

Hearing their cry, Gordon gave a simple command: "Fire."

Drought, a few feet away from Gordon, 

A brilliant blue beam of light erupted from his left eye with a deafening **BZZT**, striking Drought squarely in the stomach. The pirate captain's body convulsed as the beam pierced through him, causing an explosion that sent him hurtling back to the ground with a force that shook the battlefield.

Gordon surveyed the fallen Drought coldly, his voice sharp with disdain. "That shot cost me 250 million Beli. Your death will repay it."

Drought groaned as he lay sprawled on the ground. The plasma cannon's strike wasn't just powerful, it had caused significant internal damage. The injuries he had sustained from the blast, already put him at his limit for some weird reason. Suddenly, he felt an unnatural weakness coursing through his body.

'Sea prism stone... it feels like there's sea prism inside me!'

Clawing at the dirt with trembling hands, Drought summoned every ounce of strength to stand, only to collapse back onto his knees and finally onto his butt.

Gordon stood before him, his expression cold and unfeeling. He gazed down at the pirate captain with contempt. "Weak... Devil Fruit users like you are so weak," he said disdainfully.

Inside Gordon's Castle-Castle body, cheers erupted. The scientists responsible for creating the plasma cannon reveled in their success.

"Yes!"

"Ahahah! That's what he gets! Disgusting pirates!"

Even Gordon, ever composed, allowed himself a moment of satisfaction. "Good work," he praised his crew within, prompting more celebratory exclamations.

The plasma cannon, a marvel of Gordon's ingenuity and his team's craftsmanship, was almost ahead of its time. Built within Gordon's body, the weapon used a fusion of advanced technology and sea prism dust to disable Devil Fruit users upon impact. Once inside their bodies, the sea prism dust neutralized their abilities, leaving them virtually helpless.

However, the weapon had one major flaw: its effectiveness relied on surprise. If the enemy knew about the attack, the cannon could be rendered useless; It's long loading period with its charge made it hard to hit the target. Gordon had accounted for this in his planning, knowing that catching Drought off guard was crucial to victory.

[A Few Hours Earlier]

Gordon stood before his scientists in the planning room, his gaze piercing. "The enemy has no information on us, while we know everything about him," he began.

His voice carried authority and conviction as he detailed the plan. "A Devil Fruit user, Stardust Stardust no Mi. He's leveled towns with his abilities. He even already destroyed one kingdom... absolutely disgusting. But with our new secret weapon, he'll fall easily."

He turned to his team, nodding in approval. "Thank you for your work."

As Gordon left the room, the scientists hurriedly bowed and exclaimed, "Thank you, Lord!"

[Back to the Present]

Now, with Gordon's strategy executed flawlessly, Drought sat on the ground, his body trembling, his strength drained. He looked up at Gordon, his voice hoarse with desperation and rage.

"You bastard! What did you do to me!?" he screamed, his words carrying a mix of fear and fury.

Gordon's gaze remained calm, his expression betraying no emotion as he shook his head in disappointment. "Pirates... why must I tell you?" he said coldly, his voice dripping with disdain.

Suddenly, Gordon sensed movement behind him. Without hesitation, he leaned forward, narrowly dodging a massive axe that sliced through the air. The vice-captain of Drought's crew snarled, raising his weapon for another strike.

Before he could act, a towering figure materialized beside Gordon, casting an enormous shadow over the battlefield.

"You dare attack the King? Blasphemy!" boomed Goliath, a 50-foot-tall knight clad in gleaming armor. His colossal greatsword, infused with Haki, glinted menacingly as he raised it high.

The vice-captain froze, his confidence shattered in the face of the giant. With a single swing, Goliath's blade sliced through him, cleaving his body cleanly in two. The severed halves of his corpse flew through the air before splashing into the sea.

Drought, witnessing the brutal display, felt a chill run down his spine. His bravado melted away as fear took hold, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Goliath knelt beside Gordon, his massive frame shaking the earth. "King Gordon!" he said reverently.

"Thank you, my little Goliath," Gordon replied with a rare smile.

"My Lord, I'm not little anymore!" Goliath protested, his voice a booming echo.

"Hahahah..." Gordon does a small laugh at Goliath's protest. 

With a touch to Gordon's shoulder, the giant vanished, absorbed seamlessly into Gordon's body via the Castle-Castle power.

Leaping off onto the Battlefield, 

The Revolutionary soldiers erupted in cheers as the battle ended. "We did it! No casualties!"

Gordon walked through the battlefield with his hands clasped behind his back, his expression darkening as he surveyed the destruction. The sight of the devastated kingdom stirred painful memories of his own past; his homeland ravaged by pirates while the Marines turned a blind eye.

As Gordon approached the castle entrance, a few scattered pirates, unaware of their captain's defeat, turned to face him. Before they could act, a barrage of bullets erupted from Gordon's body, striking them down with precision. These were no ordinary bullets; they were reinforced with cutting-edge technology, designed to be deadlier and more effective than anything the pirates could withstand.

Pirates fell lifelessly as Gordon walked forward, his steps casual, his expression unchanging.

The knights guarding the castle walls stiffened in alarm, watching the scene unfold. Then, a voice rang out from above, authoritative and clear: "Revolutionary Army Commander Gordon! He's our ally!"

The knights, upon hearing this, cheered in relief. "It's over?" one asked. "Apologies, Sir! Please come through," another said, signaling for the gates to open.

Thirty to fifty knights parted, creating a pathway for Gordon. As he walked through their ranks, Gordon's stern demeanor softened. A single tear slipped down his face as he stopped to shake hands with as many knights as he could.

"Thank you for protecting the citizens," he said, his tone sincere.

The knights, overwhelmed by his gratitude, cried in return. Some dropped to their knees, overcome with emotion. "Thank you, Commander!" they shouted back.

As Gordon entered the castle, his heart weighed heavy at the sight before him. Citizens lay scattered across the halls, some trembling in fear, others comforting one another. The remnants of chaos and suffering were clear in their faces.

Pausing in the center of the room, Gordon raised his voice, calm yet powerful. "You are free. It's over. You are safe now. Go back to your homes."

A wave of murmurs followed his words.

"Really?"

"It's over?"

"Yes!"

"The pirates are gone!"

Slowly, cautiously, the citizens began to rise and move toward the entrance. As they passed him, Gordon gave each of them a small smile, his hands clasped behind his back.

With the citizens leaving, Gordon ascended the stairs to the upper chambers. Reaching a door, he knocked. It creaked open to reveal Zexer, who stood battered and bloodied. Sweat streaked his face, and he leaned heavily against the doorframe, the toll of battle evident in his stance.

Gordon studied him for a moment and said, "Thank you, Zexer."

Zexer nodded faintly, staggering back to his chair. He slumped into it, resting his head on the table, completely spent.

The king approached Gordon, raising his arm in gratitude, relief evident in his expression. But before the king could utter a word, Gordon slapped his hand away.

"Instead of hiding up here," Gordon said coldly, his eyes narrowing, "go out there and try to help. If you can't... then use your head. Kings like you disgust me..."

The king recoiled, stunned by the words, his face falling in shame.

Zexer, still resting his head on the table, smirked faintly at the exchange. 'Hope you change for the better Vondosa, you even asked if I could fly you out, leaving your kingdom..."

Letting out a quiet exhale, he finally allowed himself to drift into exhausted sleep.

[Not a chapter for Draco and them, But soon there is going to be BIG WAR at Water 7... spoilers it might get destroyed .3., MIGHT...]