Two days later, Sabo slowly opened his eyes. The first thing that entered his vision was a colossal roof.
The building was unlike any architectural style he had ever encountered in his existence. His brain frantically cataloged his memory files to unearth exactly what coordinate his vessel was currently anchoring, but the dataset threw back a total blank.
"What manner of sector is this?!" Sabo snapped into a sitting posture, realizing with a jolt that he was positioned inside a gargantuan chamber.
Concurrently, his physical frame was resting on a massive bed.
A giant's living quarters.
This was the absolute first deduction mapped by Sabo's strategic processing models. After all, the Revolutionary Army's own Morley belonged to the Giant race. Consequently, his internal databases maintained a reliable log detailing their anatomical traits; a room calibrated to these staggering dimensions could logically only accommodate the colossal scale of a giant.
"Why has my vessel materialized at this coordinate? Exactly what structural zone is this?..." Sabo experienced a dull, throbbing ache radiating across his skull. His terminal memory files only tracked up to the point where he was actively trading high-velocity, lethal blows against Admirals Ryokugyu and Fujitora across the open waves.
Vaulting clear of the bed, Sabo accelerated his boots toward the massive exit. Right then, the acoustic arrays outside the heavy door picked up a dense conversation.
"The asset your vanguard extracted from the coastal currents yesterday... is his biological profile genuinely verified as the older brother of the Straw Hat kid?"
"Precisely! The telemetry matches flawlessly. It is unmistakably the Straw Hat kid's brother. Analyze this dataset—his facial parameters perfectly cross-reference with the bounty logs of the Revolutionary Army's Sabo. There is zero margin for error."
"The absolute second-in-command of the global resistance... if the data verifies his identity, our vanguard has seamlessly rendered a monumental service to the Straw Hat kid, bwahahaha..."
"The Straw Hat vanguard stands as our supreme institutional benefactor... our crew genuinely yearns to cross their horizon again... Whoa! Your consciousness has re-stabilized!" The speaker erupted into a flash of pure, joyful surprise, his focus locking onto Sabo, who had smoothly cleared the threshold of the massive chamber.
Sabo, conversely, stood completely shell-shocked by the visual data.
Standing directly before his perimeter were two colossal titans whose structural height comfortably cleared the ten-meter mark.
"Your vessels... are members of the Giant race?" Sabo questioned, his tone carrying a calculated neutrality.
He couldn't be blamed for his skepticism; although the global population counted a fair number of giants across the layout, encountering entities who matched the physical profile of the pair before him was exceptionally rare.
The two titans standing opposite his line were explicitly draped in the highly specialized ceremonial garments native to the Kingdom of Elbaf.
Throughout his historical operations, the overwhelming mass of the giant demographic he had engaged were standard Marine fighters draped in formal uniforms and Justice coats. Conversely, the coarse, remarkably unrefined tunics worn by this pair were an absolute, defining mark of Elbaf's unique heritage.
It closely mirrored the primitive, ancient tribal aesthetics of the old sagas.
The two giants traded a quick, knowing look, before throwing a warm, boisterous grin toward Sabo. "Precisely! The localized grid anchoring your vessel is none other than the definitive homeland of the Giant race—Elbaf!"
"Your profile logs you as the Chief of Staff of the resistance, Sabo, correct?"
"I am Sabo. Parsing the telemetry of your preceding dialogue... your networks appear privy to the files of my younger brother?" Sabo pressed, extracting the underlying data from their conversation.
Sabo systematically scanned the global parameters of the surrounding terrain; evaluating the raw scale of the landscape, this was conclusively Elbaf without a single shred of doubt. Across this entire horizon, every single piece of architectural infrastructure was scaled to a terrifying volume, explicitly engineered to sustain the lifestyle of the giants.
Aside from the legendary Elbaf Warrior Village, his analytical models failed to simulate an alternative sector that would preserve this classification of geometry.
Had his vessel passively drifted into the legendary Kingdom of Giants—an untouchable zone that ordinary voyagers mathematically failed to reach?
Exactly what variables had initialized this outcome?
Could it be that his physical frame had sustained an absolute overload of structural trauma, triggering a total neurological blackout?
At that exact thought, Sabo rapidly initiated a full diagnostic sweep of his biological subsystems. He discovered that multiple quadrants of his body were tightly vacuum-sealed within heavy layers of medical bandages; his physical vessel had indeed endured an incredibly deep layer of critical damage.
"Bwahahaha! Given that your bloodline is bound to the Straw Hat kid, our vanguard must unleash our absolute logistical margins to show you proper hospitality!" The exact microsecond Sabo verified his fraternal connection to Luffy, the faces of the two giants lit up with radiant joy.
"The Straw Hat kid and his entire crew stand as our supreme benefactors. Even down the line, my memory files vividly preserve the unyielding, iron-willed monuments they carved when sundering the lines of Enies Lobby."
The slightly stouter giant noted, a wave of dense nostalgia softening his massive features.
These two titans were none other than the legendary giant commanders who had historically anchored the primary gateway defenses of Enies Lobby.
Kashi and Oimo.
Kashi was the titan commanding the relatively lean physical profile, while Oimo was the asset possessing the slightly broader mass.
"I see..." A quiet, warm smile bloomed across Sabo's face. He possessed extensive intelligence logs detailing Luffy's oceanic cruises; even the milestones summarizing their activities from two years prior were fully integrated into his database. Consequently, he was well-versed in the historical metrics of the Enies Lobby campaign.
"Since you carry the mantle of the Straw Hat kid's brother, executing a massive celebration is an absolute mandate! Move out! The logistics for this banquet are entirely funded by our perimeter!" Kashi roared, pounding his massive chest with unbridled, open bravado.
Facing the brother of Monkey D. Luffy, they mathematically refused to withhold a single fraction of their resources.
Initially, when Oimo had relayed the combat report detailing the rescue of Sabo from the coastal currents, Kashi's command structure had harbored deep analytical skepticism. After all, the world-shaking reputation carved by the Legendary Four Brothers had saturated every single sea quadrant of the planet.
For an entity of that legendary tier to require an external extraction?
The narrative sounded thoroughly ridiculous on paper; how could an asset anchoring the apex of the Legendary Four Brothers encounter a fatal threat matrix? Yet cross-referencing the chaotic geopolitical paradigm shifts currently fracturing the oceans, their calculations verified that the probability was far from zero.
"Your exceptional kindness has successfully cleared my internal processing units, but my active timeline is locked down under extreme constraints. We must defer the banquet to a future horizon. Concurrently—can your networks compile a comprehensive breakdown detailing the active geopolitical status of the world?" Sabo requested, his voice dripping with solemn gravity.
His internal anxiety was rapidly scaling toward an absolute critical window. Setting aside the structural parameters governing the resistance nodes, the survival metrics tracking Vivi's extraction group were likely highly unstable.
The supreme architects of the World Government had finalized an absolute, unyielding decree to secure Vivi's asset at all costs.
Even an ancient, high-level tool like the Warlord Bartholomew Kuma failed to rank as their primary objective. This dataset conclusively verified that Vivi's profile carried a monumental, strategic value to their regime.
Although his intelligence files lacked the precise variable explaining why she was the linchpin, it undeniably cloaked a dark, untouchable global secret.
"This... very well."
The two titans possessed the necessary intellectual capacity to rationalize the active crisis choking the Revolutionary Army. For Sabo, who anchored the absolute second-in-command registry of the global resistance, casually freezing his operational focus to indulge in a festive banquet script was a structural impossibility.
"The unvarnished reality mapping the resistance theaters is exceptionally grim. The World Government and the Marine Headquarters have unleashed 100% of their military mass to execute a total, unrestricted crusade against your network. As of this hour, the Revolutionary Army's central command structure has completely vanished from all global radar arrays after sustaining heavy orbital strikes."
"WHAT?!" Sabo's eyes snapped wide, a lethal light erupting from his gaze. How had his intelligence channels failed to intercept a paradigm shift of this magnitude? "What is the exact chronological timeline governing this blitzkrieg?"
"The initial orbital bombardments and fleet movements synchronized exactly two days ago," Kashi stated flatly.
"Two days ago?" Sabo froze, his internal clock running the variables, before pressing immediately: "How many chronological cycles has my vessel been anchored at this specific coordinate?"
"Oh, right! My vanguard successfully extracted your biological form from the shoreline currents exactly during the twilight hours of the day before yesterday," Oimo noted, slapping his massive forehead. That specific calendar date cross-referenced perfectly with the exact hour the Navy had initialized its global crusade against the resistance.
"So that is the underlying reality... the data tracks perfectly," Sabo murmured, absolute clarity restructuring his thoughts. The anomaly that had permanently fractured their encryption keys and severed their link to Central Command was entirely accounted for.
Their supreme headquarters was actively enduring a catastrophic military siege. Exactly what structural form they preserved remained an unresolved equation.
In the next fraction of a second, his expression turned incredibly dark. This coordinate was the mythical Kingdom of Giants—an untamed land his cruises had never historically navigated.
Exactly what logistics vector could his vessel deploy to execute a return to the main theater?
With the Revolutionary Army experiencing its absolute defining crisis, he, the absolute second-in-command, was locked out of the grid, entirely incapable of initiating a single counter-measure. Was there an alternative layout across this ocean that could yield a more profound sense of suffocating helplessness?
"Do your news channels archive any recent updates detailing whether any high-value, senior executives of the resistance have been successfully secured or liquidated by the World Government's dragnet?" Sabo questioned further, his focus intense.
He desperately required the telemetry verifying whether Morley and Vivi had successfully cleared the containment zone.
Analyzing the aggressive parameters of the regime's deployment, the mathematical probability that the extraction team had crossed paths with a hostile vanguard was exceptionally high. The World Government was operating with zero resource constraints for this crusade.
Leaving zero margins.
Exactly what form had their survival metrics assumed?...
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