Ron's mission to Skypiea was nearly complete; now, the next step was to unite the people.
Raki, Aisa, and even Conis were key figures who couldn't be overlooked.
"Since Enel is dead, you will will return the ancestral land to our tribe of Shandorians" Wyper demanded, his tone resolute and eager as he confronted Ganfall.
"Impossible!" Ganfall replied sternly, turning to face Wyper. "Even with Enel gone, the Holy Land belongs to us Skypieans!"
"Yes, it is our sacred place!" echoed the other Skypieans.
"How dare you!" Wyper and the other Shandora warriors glared at the Skypieans with hatred, gripping their weapons as they prepared to make a move.
"Wait!" Ron intervened, stepping between the two groups. He looked around and said, "Regarding the Holy Land, it originally belonged to the Shandora people. Four hundred years ago, this island was launched into the sky by a massive knock-up stream, bringing it to Skypiea. The Shandora people who lived on it also became part of Skypiea's population."
"Yes, we were originally from Jaya Island!" Wyper's eyes lit up, thinking that Ron was supporting their claim. Excitement surged among the Shandora warriors; if this powerful man who defeated Enel spoke on their behalf, they had a good chance of reclaiming their ancestral land.
Ganfall and the other Skypieans fell silent at Ron's words.
"But..." Ron paused, shifting his gaze to the Shandora warriors. "You've been living on Skypiea for four hundred years, and now you are a part of this place. I believe the Holy Land should be shared between you both. It's time to move past the divisions."
"What does that mean?" someone asked, puzzled.
"It means that from now on, both the Shandora people and the Skypieans should have free access to the Holy Land. This place should be jointly protected, and after four hundred years of conflict, it's time for peace," Ron declared.
Wyper's face hardened in response. "This is our ancestral land! Shouldn't we have the right to reclaim it?"
"No, you should integrate with Skypiea," Ron replied, shaking his head. "Continuing to fight will lead to nothing but more suffering. There are more Skypieans than Shandora people. If they wanted to exterminate you, they could have done so long ago. Instead, they drove you away because they recognized your historical claim, but you refuse to acknowledge that this island is now part of Skypiea."
Wyper and the others were left speechless.
"He's right!" An elderly voice called out. The crowd turned to see an old man clad in animal skins approaching.
The Shandora warriors immediately showed respect. "Clan Elder!"
"Ganfall," the elder said as he approached. "I also believe it would be better for you to resume your role as Skypiea's god. At least under your rule, there was mutual respect between us."
"Thank you," Ganfall nodded. "But what brings you here, Clan Elder?"
"This young man from the Blue Sea is correct," the elder sighed. "The Holy Land is indeed a part of Skypiea now. Even if we reclaim it, it would still be considered part of Skypiea. Four hundred years have passed, and continuing this conflict is pointless. While Enel was in power, negotiation was impossible, but now, perhaps peace is achievable."
"So, I believe the Shandora and Skypiea people can finally live in true harmony," Ron said with a smile. "I also know where the golden bell that your ancestors passed down is located!"
"What? Are you serious?" The Shandora warriors were shocked, staring at Ron in disbelief. "Where is it?"
"Wait here. We'll bring it down," Ron assured them, then headed toward the Ark Maxim with Nami.
Under Nami's control, the Ark began to ascend, flying toward the towering beanstalk in the center of the Holy Land.
Soon, at the very top of the massive vine, Ron saw the golden bell hanging from the peak. He smiled and said, "There it is—the Golden Bell!"
"That's huge! Is it entirely made of gold?" Nami's eyes sparkled with greed as she gazed at the gleaming bell.
"I'll move the Golden Bell. You keep the Ark steady," Ron instructed before leaping out. He grabbed hold of the massive bell, lifting it with his full strength, and jumped back onto the Ark. The ship creaked under the weight, but its sturdy construction held.
"Hold on, there's also a giant golden pillar!" Ron said, setting down the bell before jumping back up to retrieve a large golden pillar from the top of the vine.
"Let's head back down," Ron said, dusting off his hands.
"My goodness, is all of this solid gold?" Nami stared at the bell and the pillar in shock. "Should we just take this treasure and run?"
"Are you serious?" Ron gave her a disapproving look. "Are you planning to abandon everyone here?"
"I'm just kidding!" Nami chuckled. Despite her love for treasure, she would never actually leave her friends behind.
The Ark returned to the Holy Land, where Ron unloaded the golden bell and pillar. The sight of the bell filled the Shandora people with overwhelming joy.
The Golden Bell was a sacred artifact they had been searching for—a legacy passed down through generations. The Shandora gathered around it, their cheers echoing through the air, and the elderly among them wept with emotion.
As the celebration continued, Robin approached the base of the bell, her gaze fixed on a golden inscription carved with ancient text.
"Is this a Poneglyph?" Ron asked, noticing her interest.
"You know about the Poneglyphs?" Robin looked at him with surprise.
"Of course. I know why you're wanted and why O'Hara was destroyed," Ron said, smiling. "The Poneglyphs contain the lost history, the true history that the World Government wishes to suppress because it would expose their shame and the secrets of the Celestial Dragons. That's why they couldn't allow the scholars of O'Hara to survive."
"Those tyrants," Robin said coldly. "No matter what they do, I will uncover the hidden truth of history."
"Is this the message that Gol D. Roger left behind?" Ron asked, pointing at some additional writing on the Poneglyph.
"You... can read the Poneglyphs?" Robin was once again surprised.
"Just a little," Ron lied. He had inferred this based on the original story, but he made it sound convincing.
"This inscription includes information about Poseidon, one of the three ancient weapons," Robin said. "I found details about Pluton in Alabasta, but I have no information on Uranus yet."
"Poseidon..." Ron knew that the ancient weapon Poseidon referred to Princess Shirahoshi of Fish-Man Island. As for Pluton, the blueprints were once in the hands of the shipwrights in Water 7, though they should have been destroyed by now. Recreating the ancient warship would be nearly impossible.
Poseidon was already known, Uranus was likely in the possession of the Celestial Dragons, and Pluton's blueprints were lost. Out of the three ancient weapons, Shirahoshi was the only one Ron might be able to control someday.