The dragon slayer will eventually become a dragon…
Monkey D. Dragon let the weight of this phrase linger in his mind, feeling its meaning seep into his very core. As he studied Logan once more, his gaze transformed, shifting from curiosity to a deep, almost profound respect. This young man, barely twenty, could see through the currents of time and power with a clarity few possessed. As Dragon pondered, he couldn't help but feel humbled. Here he was, the leader of the Revolutionary Army, yet somehow less perceptive than a youth from his son's crew.
After a moment's silence, Dragon nodded slowly and murmured, "Very well. I'll summon Morley, and we'll join you on this mission."
This was no ordinary youth before him. Logan, the vice-captain of his son's pirate group, had shown wisdom and strength that few possessed. Dragon knew he could trust this man implicitly.
Half a month later, Dragon and Morley stood alongside Logan on the Red Line, the legendary Uranus within their grasp. Its metallic sheen glistened under the sunlight, a silent testament to its power.
Dragon placed his hand upon the Uranus's interface, a slight spark of anticipation flickering in his eyes. "Is this all it takes?"
"Yes," Franky confirmed, standing by to observe the process. "Now, you just need to channel your ability into it."
Dragon nodded, steadying himself before releasing a torrent of power from his Weather-Weather Fruit, a Paramecia-type Devil Fruit that granted him control over all weather patterns. He took a deep breath and focused, letting his energy flow through his arm and into the Uranus.
As the ancient weapon roared to life, an unprecedented shift began. The Calm Belt—a stretch of sea dormant for 800 years—stirred, its silence shattered by a sudden gust. At first, it was a breeze, but soon, strong winds swept across the once-still waters. These gusts, laden with the essence of vitality, danced over the waves, infusing the ocean with a renewed vigor.
The wind, like a spark igniting dry tinder, accelerated down the Calm Belt, sending ripples that stretched for miles. The sleeping seas awoke, rolling and merging as the winds raced onward, driving the once-separated waters together.
Two hours passed, and the winds had entirely transformed the Calm Belt. If anyone had been there to witness it, they would have seen both sides of the once-divided waters converging, merging into a single, vast sea.
"Did it work?" Dragon asked, his voice tempered with a mix of hope and disbelief.
Franky nodded, his face glowing with satisfaction. "Yes! I felt it while controlling the Uranus. The Calm Belt has been reconnected!"
Morley, who had been quietly observing, stepped forward, a shy look on her face. "What do I do next?"
Logan patted her on the shoulder, offering reassurance. "Nothing for now. The Uranus needs a day to cool down. Tomorrow, you'll use your ability to remove the Red Line, the barrier that divides the seas."
The next day, the Straw Hats and the Revolutionary Army gathered in the control room of the Uranus. Morley took a deep breath and extended her hand toward the device's interface. As Franky activated the Uranus, the power of her Push-Push Fruit flowed through it, amplifying until it resonated with the land itself.
Suddenly, a deep rumble filled the air as the Red Line quivered. The very earth trembled beneath them, the landscape beginning to shift. Stones, dust, and debris rolled and bounced, driven by the unseen force.
"It's working!" Dragon's voice was filled with awe as he watched the ancient geological divide shudder in response to Morley's power.
The rumbling grew louder, shaking the ground in a steady, relentless rhythm. Logan turned to his crew and issued a calm command. "Head back to the Merry. Nami, Franky, and I will stay here to oversee things."
Trusting Logan's judgment, the Straw Hat Pirates headed toward the Going Merry. Dragon followed, his brow furrowed with concern. Soon, the Going Merry floated up, rising above the shifting ground below.
On the deck, the crew gathered, gazing down in awe at the massive Red Line. Dragon's face softened as he noticed his crew's anticipation. "Will they be safe down there?"
Luffy grinned, confident and assured. "Relax. Logan and Nami know what they're doing. They'll be fine."
Dragon let out a sigh of relief, nodding at Luffy's unwavering trust. After all, Morley and her comrades were down there too.
Suddenly, the ground trembled with an even greater intensity. A deafening crack reverberated across the land, and to their amazement, a gigantic fissure began to form along the Red Line. The chasm grew wider, as if a colossal force was prying the earth apart with invisible hands.
With a thunderous roar, the Uranus rose from the ground, propelled by the power of the Mist-Mist Fruit, which rendered it as light as a feather. Using the floating card, Logan lifted the Uranus, maneuvering it into the air.
As the amplified Push-Push Fruit's force acted upon the Red Line, the rigid landmass split apart effortlessly, as though it were soft clay. Starting from the central crack, the Red Line—once towering 10,000 meters above sea level—folded outward, receding like sliding doors.
Below, the Red Line was now level with the ocean. A gaping gap appeared where the Grand Line and the New World had once stood divided. Sea water surged in from both sides, colliding in a frothy swirl as the boundaries of the separated seas were obliterated.
On Sabaody Archipelago, crowds of onlookers watched in shock. Gasps and cries filled the air as they witnessed the unimaginable—a once-impregnable barrier split open, revealing the vast, open sky beyond.
"Is this real? Am I dreaming?"
"No way! What's happening? This can't be real!"
"Did the Red Line… did it just break?"
Both pirates and Marines, civilians and criminals, stood frozen in disbelief. The sight before them was like the opening of a mythical gate, a sight none would ever forget.
Seconds ticked by. A minute stretched into another, and as if in slow motion, the Red Line parted until the sea beyond was visible. The first half of the Grand Line now merged seamlessly with the New World, the barrier between them erased forever.
What no one knew, however, was that the division between the Grand Line and New World no longer existed. The once-separated waters of the four seas had merged, unrestricted and unified.
Above the site of this miraculous transformation, high in the sky, Sanji gazed down with tears welling in his eyes. Below him lay a new ocean, a sea that bridged every corner of the world.
"Do you see this, old man?" he whispered, voice trembling. "This is it… the All Blue. The All Blue is real."