For those with power and deep influence, it doesn't take much to gauge an opponent's strength. A few moves—just a glimpse—was enough for the experienced to roughly determine one's level.
This time, it wasn't just Kairos Flint who acted. The women around him made their moves too.
And just like that, a large number of admiral-level officers were effortlessly eliminated.
From their keen observations—just by watching the livestream display of Kairos Flint and his crew—it was already clear to many in the powerful circles what kind of strength Nami and the others wielded.
As for Vivi and Uta, there was nothing more to say. The data on Vivi had already been collected by most of the great powers, and Uta's astonishing display of sword energy—the mark of a supreme swordsman—was already a terrifying enough revelation.
And then came the others.
Rebecca's attacks were swift, precise, and ruthless—almost mirroring Uta's technique. This immediately led some to suspect whether she was yet another supreme swordsman traveling with Kairos Flint. If that were true, it was utterly terrifying.
But there was more.
Nami—she looked like she had entered a transformed state. Based on what most of these experienced observers knew, such transformations were typical of those who had consumed a Mythical Zoan-type Devil Fruit.
Of course, there was no certainty. But the odds were high.
After all, the uniqueness of Mythical Zoans wasn't a secret to any of the top forces—and Nami's form was unlike anything recorded before. It was far too easy to suspect that she had consumed an entirely new, never-before-seen Phantom Beast-type Devil Fruit.
On top of that, Nami's seamless execution of attacks against vice admirals and major generals—each move perfectly executed—confirmed without a doubt that she held the power of a full-fledged general.
Then there were Perona and Robin. The moment they activated their Devil Fruit abilities, even more rear admirals and vice admirals fell instantly, unable to withstand the assault.
Just those alone—27 individuals capable of taking down vice admirals and major generals with ease—each had the strength of a naval general at minimum.
Add to that...
Kairos Flint had single-handedly driven off Kizaru.
That meant, as far as confirmed information went, Kairos Flint, Vivi, and Uta were all already at Emperor-level power.
And the rest? All possessed general-level combat strength.
Three with emperor-level power.
Three more with general-level power.
On a single ship.
As this realization hit, everyone watching the broadcast fell into stunned silence.
That kind of lineup... not even the Yonko crews had such a concentration of terrifying power in one place. And yet somehow, this level of might was gathered aboard what seemed like a small, inconspicuous vessel.
Naval G-2 Base
Inside the naval headquarters, the three admiral seats stood. One remained empty—the one belonging to Aokiji. Kizaru had returned to his position.
His expression was one of disbelief as he watched his navy's top-tier officers being completely overpowered by Kairos Flint's companions.
"How terrifying. Thank goodness I didn't fight them seriously last time… or I'd be dead by now."
Kizaru muttered bitterly.
Despite the sarcasm, this time, the emotion was real. He was genuinely relieved.
If he hadn't backed off during that prior clash with Kairos Flint, he might not have lived to regret it. Continuing to fight could very well have ended with his death in the Sabaody Archipelago.
"What a dangerous man…" Akainu muttered grimly.
But truthfully, if Kairos Flint didn't possess such power, the navy would have long captured him. It was precisely because of this overwhelming might that he remained free.
In the Shichibukai Seats
Reactions varied wildly.
"A talented swordswoman… even younger than that red-haired man's daughter."
Hawkeye Mihawk had his eyes locked on Rebecca.
Her swordsmanship—that fluid, effortless precision—had caught even the world's greatest swordsman off guard.
Although it was just a brief demonstration, Mihawk recognized it. She was one of his kind. The air of mastery in her movements was something that couldn't be faked.
Though she clearly held back, her swordsmanship was easily at his level.
She may already be… a Supreme Swordsman.
"Damn…"
Back in his younger days, neither Mihawk nor even the red-haired man had reached that level so early in life. But here stood two young women, both displaying the aura and skill of swordmasters.
For the first time in a while, Mihawk found himself stunned speechless. His heart echoed with a capitalized "F—"
Not far from him, Moonlight Moria stared blankly, dazed. His expression screamed: Who am I? Where am I? What is happening?
It was as if the world had flipped upside down.
Perona… the girl he had raised like a daughter since childhood—was that really her?
"Is that… Perona?"
He muttered as he watched her unleash devastating power on the battlefield.
The Ghost Fruit.
That face.
It was her.
He had brought her up himself. There was no mistaking it.
So why…
How was she this strong now?
Had her potential always been that high? Had his constant coddling and protection been holding her back from her true growth?
Had he, in trying to protect her, ended up wasting her talent?
For a long moment, Moria was lost in thought.
Bartholomew Kuma watched silently, face unreadable.
Edward Weevil, on the other hand, looked... well, as vacant as ever.
Only Boa Hancock had a dramatically different reaction.
"As expected of Lord Kairos Flint… he doesn't even need to lift a finger. His companions handle everything."
"He's so handsome…"
Her eyes sparkled with obsession as she watched Kairos approach their position.
In her mind, he was walking down a white aisle, wearing a pristine wedding suit, coming toward her. Her imagination soared. Each step he took brought her closer to a dream wedding.
She remained in a constant state of lovestruck fantasy.
Onboard the Big Mom Pirates' Ship
"Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma!!"
"What a fine young man. So powerful… and so handsome! He'll be my next husband!"
Big Mom's eyes lit up as she stared at Kairos Flint on the screen.
Her sons? Embarrassed. Deeply.
They didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Sure, their mother was infatuated.
But if they even dared to suggest to Kairos that he should marry their mother, it would be like offering up a direct declaration of war.
This man wasn't just powerful. His crew was stacked with terrifying strength—and stunning beauty.
It felt absurd to even joke that he might love Big Mom.
If he took offense, it could spell disaster for the entire Big Mom Pirates.
And so, they could only remain quiet, pretending not to hear their mother's bold desires.
The Holy Land – Pangaea Castle, Mariejois
Inside the grand palace of the Celestial Dragons, silence dominated.
The Five Elders—the Gorosei—watched the screen with grim expressions.
They had miscalculated.
Severely.
Based on the performance of Kairos Flint's team, their operation to subdue him had been a colossal failure.
Three emperor-level fighters. Three more at general-level.
There was no way the naval force at G-2 could handle that.
"Damn CP0…"
"Those bastards hid the enemy's true strength. Didn't investigate properly. Useless garbage—they should all be fed to the Sea Kings!"
Wu Quli, one of the Five Elders, exploded in anger.
He threw the blame squarely on CP0.
"They'll pay for this failure," he growled.
"Forget CP0 for now. That's a separate matter."
"What matters now is the aftermath."
"If the navy fails here and suffers huge losses, our global authority may start to crumble."
Saint Saturn's voice was tense.
If the navy kept losing, the World Government's grip would weaken. Several affiliated nations were already showing signs of restlessness.
That was why they had sent such a strong force to G-2. They wanted to take Kairos Flint down, in full view of the world—to restore their prestige.
But it was all falling apart.
"Too late for reinforcements now."
"Garp may still turn the tide if he steps in—but even then, I wouldn't bet on a win."
Maz Saint sighed deeply.
"Then we must prepare for all outcomes. Be ready to cut the broadcast if things go wrong."
Saint Peter nodded.
"Alert Sengoku. Contact Garp. Tell him he must fight. The Navy cannot lose this."
Nasjuro Saint, gripping the legendary First-Generation Kitetsu sword, declared.
"Agreed."
"Seconded."
"Approved."
All five were in unanimous agreement.
And so, the orders were sent out. World Government operatives sprang into action.
Meanwhile…
Back at the Navy G-2 base…
Kairos Flint stepped onto the battlefield.
Standing in front of him now… was Aokiji.
"Ah… la la la…"
"I really don't want to fight a monster like you," the former admiral said, lazily raising his gaze.
"I should be saying the same thing."
"If I end up fighting you three generals at once… I'll probably be beaten to death."
Kairos smiled slightly, his voice calm and light-hearted.
But even with the casual tone, the tension in the air was suffocating.
A silent storm was about to erupt between titans.