Location: North Blue – Skyrend Monastery, on the floating isle of Zephyria
The sea was quiet.
Too quiet.
The floating isles of Zephyria rose like broken sky-temples from the misty sea. Each chunk of land drifted in defiance of gravity—connected only by ropes, wind bridges, and the murmurs of monks who had long stopped believing in war.
The Oro Jackson anchored at the base of the central isle. Wind howled across its heights like a chorus of the dead.
Toni stepped onto the bridge, his blades humming softly with Myth energy. The third Memory Fragment pulsed in his grip.
Roger placed a firm hand on his shoulder.
"Remember, this is monk territory. They won't raise a hand—unless you give them a reason."
Rayleigh narrowed his eyes.
"But someone else is already here. Watching."
🏯 The Monks of Skyrend
The monastery sat atop the highest peak—an old temple, its doors half-cracked with age, its walls covered in wind-carved kanji:
"Seek not the wind. Become it."
An old monk awaited them, blind and barefoot, holding a staff made of cloudsteel.
"Welcome, bearer of the fractured blade," the monk said. "We are the last sentinels of the Wind Memory. But another seeks it now… one who walks without sound, and kills without light."
Roger looked at Rayleigh. "Silent Gun unit."
Rayleigh nodded grimly.
"Void Archives assassins. Genetically trained to erase haki signatures. One of them must've slipped through the Elbion perimeter."
Shanks cracked his knuckles. "Then let's unslip him."
🔪 Ambush in the Mist – Toni vs. Silent Gun Agent 07
As the crew began their climb, Toni stayed behind—drawn by a flicker of danger.
He turned too late.
The air behind him twisted—like a breath taken too fast. A glint of silver. A hiss.
A bullet passed clean through his shoulder.
HP -15%
Status: Bleeding – Minor
Agent 07 stepped from the mist—wearing no emblem, no cloak, just tight black windcloth and a rifle shaped like a katana's sheath.
"You are too loud to live," the agent whispered. "Your presence pollutes history."
Toni grinned despite the pain.
"I get that a lot."
He activated Echo Instinct—the world slowed.
The assassin fired two more times. Toni dodged, barely, rolling into a crouch.
"Twin Fang Style – Echo Fang Waltz!"
He slashed forward in a crisscross pattern, forcing the agent to leap back. But 07 fired again, from mid-air.
The bullet curved.
Toni's Observation Haki caught it—barely.
He leapt, kicking off a wind post, spinning in the air.
"Phantom Shift – Windline Severance!"
He disappeared—then reappeared behind the agent and slashed downward.
Blood sprayed. The rifle fell.
Agent 07 turned in shock.
"How… how did you—"
Toni wiped his blade.
"I stopped listening to history."
🧘 Wind Memory Trial – Monk's Final Lesson
Inside the temple, Toni laid the third fragment on the Windstone Pedestal.
Wind howled.
The monk bowed before it.
"You have brought the piece. Now, you must learn the truth of what this memory contains. The truth of silence… and of surrender."
Toni stepped forward, blades lowered.
A gust of wind turned to a spectral form—an ancient monk, armed with no weapons, only will.
"Lesson Three: Wind yields to nothing, but touches all.
Strike me, if you can."
The duel was not physical—but mental.
Each time Toni attacked, the monk was already somewhere else. No haki helped. No technique worked.
Until—
Toni let go.
He stopped swinging.
He felt the flow.
He let the wind guide his hand—not to fight, but to follow.
The monk smiled.
"Now you understand. The sword does not command the wind. The wind chooses the sword."
✨ Memory Fragment Acquired – 3 of 5 (Wind Memory)
System Update:
Myth Memory 3 Absorbed
Ability Unlocked: Windstride – Instantly reposition up to 3 meters using windflow (3x per fight)
Blade Form Unlocked: Twin Fang Style – Form VIII: Gale Blossom Scatter
Passive Perk: Reduced sound footprint during combat
Rayleigh walked up, impressed.
"That form… that's older than the Marines themselves. You've learned something even the CP0 don't know exists."
Shanks tossed a pebble into the wind. "He's learning faster than we ever did."
Roger only smiled.
"The world's not ready for him. Not yet."