The battlefield was a fiery wasteland, the air alive with the crackling of flames and the earth trembling with the weight of impending destruction. Joshua stood at the center, his eyes dark as they swept across the field. The vice admirals were closing in—each one bringing their own storm of fury. The first to charge was Comil, his twin katanas gleaming as he raced forward, cutting through the fiery air. His movements were a blur—an almost supernatural dance of blades as he twisted and turned, his swords creating arcs of molten fire in their wake. His gaze never left Joshua. Comil's teeth were gritted with determination. His mind was clear, his heart focused. He had no choice but to kill this pirate. His family, his comrades, depended on it. He would not fail them.
"Flame's Dance"
With a howl, Comil slashed his katanas in a perfect arc. The flames around him surged as if answering his command, the very air burning with their intensity. The fire coiled and spiraled, wrapping around his blades and transforming into a swirling vortex of flame—a fiery storm that threatened to consume everything in its path.
"This is the end, pirate!" Comil shouted as he closed in. His body moved like a serpent, darting from side to side, his swords flashing in every direction. The flames whirled around him, creating a perfect storm of death.
Joshua stood unmoving, a quiet smile playing at the edges of his lips. His eyes glowed faintly as he summoned his dark power, his hand reaching out to the earth. In an instant, the ground beneath Comil's feet shattered as black chains erupted from the depths, snapping like serpents to ensnare their prey.
The chains were impossibly fast, coiling around Comil's limbs before he could even react. His body was jerked upward, suspended in midair, struggling against the unyielding hold. Comil fought with all his strength, his swords flashing in the air, severing chain after chain. But for every link he destroyed, two more appeared, pulling him tighter into their grip. His body was ensnared, his every movement restricted, and with a final desperate growl, he threw all his power into a last attempt.
"Dragon's Flame"
His eyes burned with fury as the power built within him. His katanas glowed bright with an infernal fire, and in a final effort to break free, Comil channeled his energy. The fire around him roared in answer, and from the tips of his blades, a massive, terrifying dragon of flame took shape, its molten body twisting and writhing in the air.
The dragon let out a deafening roar, its mouth wide open, and it surged forward toward Joshua, a force of nature determined to swallow him whole.
But Joshua was unphased. He raised his hand, and the black chains shot out once more, wrapping around the fiery beast like constricting serpents. The dragon's flame flickered and writhed, but the chains did not relent.
With a sickening crack, the dragon's body was ripped apart, disintegrating in mid-air as the chains dragged it into the ground. Comil's last attack was reduced to nothing—his final strike, swallowed by the darkness.
Before he could even comprehend his failure, the chains dragged Comil down, his body pulled toward the earth. Blackened spikes shot from the ground, their jagged tips tearing into his flesh with brutal speed. Comil's body was impaled through the chest, the blood spraying in a crimson arc. His screams were swallowed by the roaring flames as the black chains tightened, pulling his body deeper into the earth.
Comil's vision faded, his last thoughts a mix of confusion and regret. I failed... I failed them all.
Yamakaji's Fury
Before Comil's body could even fall to the earth, Yamakaji was already in motion, his massive sword raised high. The towering vice admiral's eyes burned with an unrelenting fire as he advanced, his steps shaking the ground with every movement. His sword was a weapon of destruction, capable of cleaving mountains. His goal was simple: destroy Joshua—no matter the cost.
"Hurricane Slash"
Yamakaji swung his sword with the force of a thunderstorm, a massive arc of wind and energy slashing through the air. The blade cut through the flames like a knife, and a violent tornado of wind and fire erupted around him. The storm howled, the earth itself shuddering under the pressure.
"You won't survive this!" Yamakaji roared as the storm intensified. The winds grew violent, lifting debris from the ground, tearing apart the landscape.
Joshua moved without hesitation. With a subtle gesture, the black chains shot from the earth like vipers, wrapping around the tornado. Yamakaji's storm fought against the chains, but they were relentless, lashing out with overwhelming speed.
For a moment, the winds seemed to overpower the chains, but just as the storm reached Joshua, the ground split open beneath him, and spikes erupted from the earth, pushing the whirlwind back with terrifying force.
Yamakaji grunted, but he wasn't done. He twisted his body, using his momentum to slash at Joshua once more, his sword a blur of deadly energy.
Yamakaji's Second Attack: "Raging Tempest"
The air crackled with electricity as Yamakaji summoned the full force of his power. His body glowed with a fierce light as his sword swung again, creating shockwaves that ripped through the earth. The air screamed with energy, the battlefield itself bending under the force of his attack.
With each slash, vortexes of fire spun around Yamakaji, creating a vortex of destruction that tore apart everything in its path.
Joshua's eyes glowed darkly. His body seemed to vibrate with energy as he reached out, summoning the black chains once more. They moved like serpents, moving faster than the eye could follow.
Yamakaji swung his sword again, his blade cleaving through the chains, but it was futile. More chains erupted from the ground, wrapping around him, pulling him into their grasp. His sword fell from his hand as his body was lifted from the earth, suspended in mid-air by the unrelenting chains.
Before Yamakaji could react, the spikes shot up from beneath him, impaling his body with brutal force. Blood splattered across the flames, painting the ground as his body was pierced from all sides. He screamed, his voice filled with pain and rage as the spikes tore through him, pinning him to the earth.
His final thought was a mixture of disbelief and regret: I can't—this can't be how I fall. Th..this is how I die..... in the hands of a pirate. "How inronic."
Onigumo, the most calculating of the vice admirals, saw the fate of his comrades and knew that the only way to win was through strategy. He didn't just want to defeat Joshua—he wanted to outsmart him. He would be the one to bring this pirate to his knees.
Onigumo's First Attack: "Cinder Slash"
Onigumo moved swiftly, his body a blur as he dashed toward Joshua. With a flick of his wrist, his sword erupted into black flames, its edge crackling with power. He swung it down, creating a wave of fire that tore through the ground.
Joshua raised an eyebrow as the flames engulfed the air, but instead of retreating, he stepped forward, his chains lashing out to meet the attack.
"Ashen Fury"
Onigumo's blade cut through the air with a scream of fury. He was faster now, his movements blurring as he used the power of his haki to strike at Joshua. The air around him bent and twisted as the flames intensified.
The black chains shot out once again, wrapping around Onigumo's limbs with unimaginable force, dragging him into the ground. The chains didn't stop—they pulled him lower and lower, his body being crushed under their weight. Spikes shot from the earth, piercing his body and shattering his bones.
Onigumo's scream was cut short as the earth claimed him, his body shredded by the brutal onslaught. His final thought was a fleeting realization: This isn't how it was supposed to end.
Momonga watched as his comrades fell one by one, the devastating power of Joshua sweeping through them like a tempest. Comil, Yamakaji, and Onigumo were gone, their bodies broken and bloody, their final moments erased by the overwhelming force of the pirate's dark chains. There was nothing left to do but charge forward and give everything he had. Momonga's hands clenched around his dual scythes, his eyes burning with fury and regret. The loss of his comrades weighed heavily on him, but he couldn't falter—not now. His instincts screamed that he had to finish Joshua here and now, or all was lost.
He had one last trick—he couldn't let it fail." "No he cant fail, he must kill this pirate, this vicious and vile scourge of the world as a navy soldier who subjugates "JUSTICE" FOR THOSE WHO DARE TO OPPOSE IT!"
"Reaping Death"
With a growl, Momonga dashed forward, his scythes cutting through the air in wide arcs. Dark energy crackled around the blades, leaving trails of swirling blackness in their wake. His movements were fluid, a blur of motion as he spun, slashed, and tore through the air with his powerful strikes.
The wind howled as Momonga created a vortex of death around him. He wasn't just aiming to slice Joshua—he was aiming to break his very spirit, to overwhelm him with a flurry of slashes so fast and precise that Joshua couldn't possibly react.
Joshua's dark eyes glowed coldly as the chains began to rise from the earth. They shot forward, meeting Momonga's scythes with a sharp, metallic clang. The chains coiled around the blades, and with an explosive surge of energy, they pulled Momonga off his feet, sending him crashing into the earth.
"Void Cutter"
But Momonga wasn't done. With a roar, he summoned the Void Cutter, an attack that ripped through the very fabric of space. His scythes vibrated with raw power as they cut through the air, unleashing a massive shockwave of black energy that tore apart the ground beneath them. The shockwave expanded rapidly, a dark pulse that threatened to swallow everything in its path.
For a moment, it seemed as if the attack would succeed. The ground cracked and shattered, the air rippling with the destructive force of Momonga's strike. The chains were momentarily pushed back by the shockwave, and a brief glimmer of hope flickered in Momonga's eyes. This is it. I can end this.
But Joshua was unyielding. His eyes flickered with a terrifying calm as he waved his hand. The chains reformed instantly, like an unbreakable wall, and lashed forward with lightning speed, catching the shockwave mid-air.
The chains absorbed the energy of the attack, devouring the dark pulse like a ravenous beast. They pulled back and then exploded forward, faster than Momonga could react. He felt the chains wrap around him, their immense strength crushing his body, dragging him into the air like a ragdoll.
"Eternal Reap"
Momonga's body twitched as he tried to resist, but it was useless. The chains had already torn through his body, piercing his chest and limbs. His heart raced, his mind clouded with pain and shock. But even as his strength waned, he did not surrender.
With a final surge of energy, he swung his scythes one last time. The blades released dark pulses of energy that tore through the air, cutting down anything in their path. The ground exploded in a frenzy of dust and debris, as the blades sought to strike down Joshua.
But before the attack could even reach him, the black chains wrapped tighter around Momonga's limbs, and with a sickening snap, his body was torn apart. His scythes were pulled from his hands, their edges chipped and shattered by the immense force of the chains.
In his final moments, Momonga's body was pierced by dozens of jagged black spikes that erupted from the ground below him. Each spike tore into his flesh with brutal force, leaving his body in ruins. His screams were silenced by the crushing weight of the chains, and his blood stained the earth.
Joshua stood silent as the life drained from Momonga's eyes, his body suspended in mid-air by the chains, which continued to constrict tighter. The spikes continued to tear through him, and his final breath was a faint whisper of regret. I... failed... I failed the navy.... I failed Justice..
With the last of the vice admirals fallen, Joshua stood alone on the battlefield, his body surrounded by the wreckage of the once-unstoppable force. The flames still burned, the air thick with the stench of blood and death. His black chains slowly retracted into the ground, their power subsiding as the battle came to an end.
The remnants of the vice admirals were scattered across the battlefield—broken bodies, torn and ravaged by the dark chains. The earth itself seemed to mourn their passing, the soil stained with their blood. The once-proud vice admirals—symbols of strength, of justice—lay dead at his feet. Their blood stained the earth, their lives extinguished in moments. He didn't feel sorrow. He didn't feel regret.
This was the price of their failure. They had been too arrogant, too self-assured in their righteousness. And now, they had paid the price.
Joshua turned and walked away, his footsteps leaving no trace on the battlefield, his gaze fixed forward. There were others who would stand in his way, others who would try to stop him. But they, too, would fall. The world would burn, and he would be its architect.