Yeah I've been waiting for the payoff on this, this is one of the most powerfully investing moments and storylines I've ever seen not just from One Piece but anything I've witnessed in life. I am so desperate for Law to get his well deserved vengeance, seeing him involved in taking down Doflamingo was so cathartic after that god tier backstory and that bittersweet tragedy with Corazon and for himself especially.
Law is so phenomenally written and makes me wonder what Oda would have done with Kidd like he had expected to originally but given what he gave us in the SBS and some of the most interesting and emotionally hard hitting backstories I've ever seen, I don't doubt for a single second ever that Oda wouldn't have given Kidd and Killer the most tragically amazing and dark backstories across several chapters and I still pray it's gonna come eventually somehow in the manga....SOMEHOW! Sigh.
Plus on another note, Oda blatantly spared Law for a reason ofc, he had Bepo save him and he gave Law that storyline of finding out the meaning of the D and Robin taking interest in it too hehehe (shipping intensifies, imagine Robins fruit for surgery/medical procedures and thus the potential of it especially if she starts cloning herself actively too? Plus Robin as a nurse? Hell yeah!).
But yeah, we also have the immortality surgery with Law, whatever the hell it actually is and Imu probably had it done on them in the past by the original owner of the fruit, the very very first user of it and Law needs REVENGE on Blackbeard for what he did to him too. I'm sure Law will return for Blackbeards arc and we'll get another Luffy and Law teamup vs Blackbeard too. Just like I expect Luffy and Kidd vs Shanks or Shamrock now too.
Also btw
@DarkestKnightofSpoilers I did a thing lol,
@Nekomamushi you may enjoy this too:
Title: "Eastward Ho! Dragon’s Guide to Winning Battles with Decades of Staring at the Ocean, Staring at Tyrants, Staring at Existential Seagulls, and Staring at the Future"
Scene: Mary Geoise. The wind howls. The Gorosei descend. Garling Figarland, the Figarat, looms.
Monkey D. Dragon says nothing.
But everyone knows exactly what he’s saying.
(Saint Marcus Mars, the Istumade, screeching, wings unfurling):
"Your defiance ends here, Dragon!"
(Saint Topman Warcury, monocle glinting, voice thick with arrogance):
"You face the architects of the world itself!"
(Saint Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro, tutu fluttering, blade rattling):
"Your resistance shall dance its last waltz!"
(Saint Shepherd Ju Peter, worm-like, waving his foam finger like a divine decree):
"History
belongs to us!"
(Garling Figarland, towering, squeaking with fury, crown barely hanging onto his massive rat head):
"You are nothing before the eternal rule of the
Figarat!"
Dragon does not answer.
Dragon does not blink.
Dragon does not even acknowledge them.
He simply looks east.
"..."
The air changes. The wind tightens. A force, unseen but undeniable, coils around them.
Decades.
Decades of standing on storm-tossed cliffs, watching the horizon.
Decades of enduring Garp’s boot slamming into his face, etching the scar onto his skin.
Decades of wind and silence and seagulls mocking his solitude.
A weight beyond words crashes upon the battlefield.
"..."
(Garling, skidding back, crown flinging off, squeaking uncontrollably):
"
S-STOP THIS—SQUEEEEK!"
(Mars, spiraling, wings flailing, modem noises screeching):
"RECONNECTING—ERROR—CANNOT PROCESS—!"
(Warcury, monocle cracking, scrambling for stability):
"My
monocle! My
status!"
(Nusjuro, tutu unraveling, eyes wide in horror):
"The
balance is collapsing!"
(Ju Peter, foam finger still raised, but trembling):
"This... this isn’t real...!"
Dragon takes one step forward.
"..."
The pressure
doubles.
Garling
slams into the palace wall, his
Figarat form squeaking in a frenzied, pathetic panic.
Mars collides with Warcury, sending both
crashing into the marble like broken gods.
Nusjuro and Ju Peter
slam into each other, tumbling, their monstrous forms twisted in disarray.
They—the rulers of the world—are nothing before the force of
decades of
staring east.
Dragon keeps walking.
"..."
(Cut to the Revolutionary Army, watching in stunned silence.)
(Sabo, blinking, voice barely above a whisper):
"Did... did he just
win by looking at them?"
(Karasu, his crows restless, nodding):
"Looks that way."
(Lindbergh, adjusting his goggles, staring in sheer disbelief):
"Scientifically ridiculous. But undeniably effective."
(Betty, stepping forward, fire in her voice, eyes blazing, arms crossed):
"That’s
right, you
fossilized failures! That’s
Dragon. You thought you were untouchable?! You thought history
belonged to you?!
LOOK AT YOU NOW."
She points at the Gorosei, who groan in the rubble:
"All that power, all that so-called
divinity—and what
happened?! You got WIPED OUT by a man who didn’t even
bother to fight you properly! He just
looked at you! THAT’S how WEAK you are!"
She marches forward, voice rising.
"You
should’ve been scared! You should’ve known the second you saw him standing there—
it was already over! You sat on your thrones for centuries, pretending to be gods, thinking no one could shake you. But guess what?
THE WIND OF CHANGE IS HERE, AND YOU CAN’T STOP IT!"
She glares down at Garling, who weakly
squeaks from his crater.
"And
you, Rat King? What happened to all that arrogance?! You’re not ruling
anything now except a hole in the wall. How’s that taste? Huh?!"
Garling
squeaks weakly.
Betty scoffs. "
Pathetic."
Scene: Inside the throne room.
Imu, alone, silent. Watching.
Their throne looms behind them. The shadows coil. But there is no more certainty in their form. They have seen what happened outside. The Gorosei—defeated. The wind—shifting.
Dragon steps forward.
He does not speak.
He only looks east.
"..."
The walls tremble. The air grows
dense. The very
space around them
warps under the weight of his gaze.
(Imu, voice tightening, trying to maintain control):
"You think this means
anything? You think silence alone can defy a god?"
"..."
The
weight of
decades—the sheer
density of
unspoken revolution—collapses in upon itself.
The
throne room begins to crack.
(Imu, voice rising, hands tightening into claws):
"Enough of this nonsense! I am eternal! I am the unseen hand that has ruled for centuries! You are NOTHING!"
Dragon lifts a single finger. And points east.
"..."
Reality
shatters.
The palace
tilts under the force.
(Imu, their composure fully breaking, stumbling back, eyes darting in desperation):
"WTF, MAN, I’M GONNA GET LOW DIFFED?!?!"
It is too late.
Dragon
unleashes it all.
"..."
Decades of pent-up haki.
Decades of silent defiance.
Decades of waiting, of patience, of knowing the time would come.
The
storm erupts.
A tidal wave of
Look D. East Haki engulfs Imu.
They are
blasted backward, slamming into the walls of the throne room, shadows writhing uncontrollably. The
unbreakable palace of Mary Geoise
begins to collapse.
They try to resist. They summon their monstrous form, a nightmarish sea devil, a terror that has loomed over history itself—
But it does not matter.
Dragon
steps forward.
"..."
Imu is
crushed under the weight of
decades.
(Cut to the Revolutionary Army, watching the palace crumble.)
(Sabo, breathless, watching the destruction unfold):
"He did it."
(Karasu, simply nodding, voice quiet):
"Imu has fallen."
(Lindbergh, still trying to process):
"
Still scientifically impossible."
(Betty, fists clenched, standing tall, roaring):
"THAT’S RIGHT, YOU COWARDS! YOU HAD YOUR ERA—NOW IT’S
OURS! YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE UNTOUCHABLE?!
LOOK AT YOU NOW—TURNED TO NOTHING! THE WORLD AIN’T YOURS ANYMORE!
THIS IS THE AGE OF REVOLUTION!"
Back in the wreckage of the throne room, Imu lies defeated.
Dragon exhales.
"..."
He looks east.
And walks away.