Onepiece: I'm Gojo Satoru

The island of Yatetia was surrounded, encased in a naval blockade so tight that escape was a death sentence. Warships patrolled the waters, cannons primed to unleash fire on anything that moved. Any figure attempting to flee was met with merciless gunfire, their cries drowned by the roar of artillery.

One desperate man waved frantically, shouting, "We're not from this island!"

The plea fell on deaf ears. A single gunshot silenced him, the Navy unwilling to risk any deception. Orders were orders, and in this mission, no one would leave the island alive.

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The relentless bombardment left Yatetia in ruins, fire consuming everything in its path. Satoru stood on the deck of his warship, surveying the devastation. Though the screams had faded, a few faint life signatures still lingered on the island.

"It's time to end this," Satoru muttered, leaping into the sky.

Hovering over the island, he locked his hands together. Energy swirled around him, distorting the air.

"**Reversal Technique: Imaginary Style.**"

A void materialized in the heart of the island, radiating blinding white light. In a moment, it descended, engulfing the remnants of Yatetia in an eruption of raw power. When the light receded, the island was gone, replaced by a gaping void in the sea. Water rushed to fill the emptiness, erasing any trace of its existence.

Satoru floated silently, watching the ocean reclaim the space. "It's done," he murmured, his tone laced with bitterness.

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Back on the warship, Satoru received an unexpected call.

"Well done, Admiral White Dragon," Sengoku's voice crackled through the transponder snail. "The World Government has already commended your efficiency."

Satoru's lips curled into a wry smile. "Their praise means little. This task was distasteful."

Sengoku's tone grew firm. "Distasteful or not, it was necessary. Your performance was exemplary. Now, about your vacation…"

"Spare me the excuses, Sengoku. What's wrong now?"

"There's unrest in the New World. A clash between the Beasts Pirates and Big Mom Pirates is brewing, and your G8 base is at risk. You need to return immediately."

"Understood. I'm on my way."

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Using his spatial abilities, Satoru arrived at the G8 base in an instant, though the immense energy cost left him slightly winded. The base was tense, its soldiers on high alert.

"Sir, you're back!" A marine spotted him, relief flooding his voice. The news of his return spread quickly, and the atmosphere lightened. The men and women of the G8 base stood straighter, their confidence restored.

Satoru found Claire overseeing the base's operations. "Why wasn't I informed about the situation?" he demanded.

Claire saluted before answering, "I wanted you to rest, sir. We believed we could handle things until it escalated."

"Next time, don't make that decision for me." His tone was stern but measured.

"Yes, Admiral. It won't happen again."

As the base's morale stabilized under his leadership, Satoru turned his gaze toward the horizon. The storm of conflict in the New World was brewing, and he knew it would test him and his people in ways they had never faced before.