In the foreboding dungeon abyss beneath the towering castle, the stale air was thick with tension as Crocodile, the menacing Warlord, faced off against Furina, a seemingly fragile girl with white hair. The flickering torchlight cast long shadows, setting the stage for a battle that would not only test their formidable powers but also delve into the realms of dreams and ideologies.
"Come down here and let's have a talk if you've got the guts," Crocodile taunted, raising his menacing hook towards Furina, who stood defiantly on a platform elevated a hundred meters above the Crocodile's stand-ground.
Furina, with a smirk on her face, retorted, "Why don't you come up here? Equality, after all." Her voice filled with smugness, creating an air of tension that seemed to thicken with every passing moment.
Crocodile, gnashing his teeth in frustration, hesitated to go up. Each time he attempted to come up, a barrage of water cannons unleashed from Furina's creatures, preventing him from reaching her. It was a stalemate, a standoff between sand and water, each element vying for supremacy.
Furina's voice echoed through the cavernous dungeon, "I don't have all day. I am a busy businesswoman. If you think you can escape with the King of Alabasta as a hostage, then sorry. I rescued him long ago. He should be above the surface right now." The revelation cut through Crocodile's pride like a sharpened blade.
Veins bulging on his forehead, Crocodile clicked his tongue, a sign of growing frustration. Furina's smugness only intensified his humiliation. She had not only foreseen him but also dismantled his plans effortlessly.
As Crocodile tried to relocate his broken arm, a result of his recent battle with Yamato, Furina seized the opportunity to roast his temper.
"That's what I'm talking about. Second round!" she cheered with her voice in a mocking howl that spurred Crocodile to action.
Unbeknownst to Furina, Crocodile reached into his pocket for a gun. He hadn't used it against Yamato, suspecting bullets wouldn't work on a powerful opponent. However, Furina, fragile in appearance, seemed to be a different case. Pretending to adjust his arm, Crocodile swiftly aimed the gun at Furina, intending to end the conversation abruptly.
"Farewell, you little brat," Crocodile sneered, pulling the trigger.
*Click. Click.*
The sound reverberated through the dungeon, but no bullets came out of the barrel. Furina, collapsing dramatically to the ground, tried her best to stop laughing.
"Your powder gun is wet. Did you think I wouldn't notice?" Furina's words echoed through the dungeon, exposing Crocodile's failed attempt. Her seemingly fragile exterior concealed a keen intellect.
Crocodile, now humiliated and annoyed, exhaled deeply. He tried to mask his frustration, reaching for a new approach.
Furina, unfazed, stood back up.
"My intelligence was put in question. Oh my. This is the first time someone questions my intelligence," she quipped, further roasting Crocodile.
In response, Crocodile, his pride wounded, hurled a sand slash towards Furina. However, a sudden flow of water shot up, creating a barrier that blocked the attack. The dry sand absorbed the water, becoming dense and heavy, signifying another failure for Crocodile.
"You didn't learn anything, did you?" Furina's voice remained composed, her hat adjusted with a nonchalant demeanor.
Crocodile, who had wide knowledge about the Devil Fruit, knew there was no Devil Fruit capable of controlling water, especially one that can control seawater.
"We are a bad match-up. Sand and water. Obviously, water wins with no difficulty. However," Furina adjusted her hat, her tone changing, "the terrain doesn't favor me, but it favors you. Am I right, the sand king?"
Crocodile furrowed his brows, unsure of Furina's intention.
"If you were fighting me on the sea, you stood no chance against me, but this place is different. It's surrounded by desert and desert. No water."
"That is why I make a rain in this country. This place will be completely surrounded by water," Furina declared, revealing her ability to manipulate just water.
Two pairs of determined eyes locked, each harboring their ambitions and secrets.
"Tell me, what will you do if you fall into this disadvantaged environment?" Furina's question hung in the air, challenging Crocodile to confront not just the physical battle but the ideological clash between them.
"What are you trying to evoke inside me? A pathetic side? Sorry, I discarded that self long ago," Crocodile retorted, trying to maintain his stoic demeanor.
"I don't mean that. I am just merely interested in your views and thoughts. If I were in this situation, I would run away instead of fighting since it didn't ring me any benefits." Furina's voice softened, taking on a gentle quality that contrasted with the fierce battle around them.
"My goal. My utopia," Crocodile inhaled deeply his cigar, a habit that added a layer of mystery to his character. "Those things, I won't share with anyone."
"That's kind of bad," Furina straightened her back.
Her gaze penetrated Crocodile's soul.
"Because I have a dream. A dream that everyone is having happiness together. A dream about a world that doesn't have discrimination, war, slavery, and hunger."
"I am going to make it come true with my hands," Furina declared, raising a small fist in determination. The contrast between Crocodile's cold pragmatism and Furina's idealism set the stage for a clash not just of powers but of worldviews.
Crocodile, momentarily stunned, stopped smoking and removed the cigar from his mouth. A bright smile appeared on his face, evolving into hearty laughter that echoed through the dungeon.
"That is the most childish dream I have ever heard. Even a 3-year-old won't blurt out those words."
Crocodile's laughter, booming through the abyss, revealed his deep-seated belief that Furina's dream was impossible.
War, in his eyes, was fundamental to the world, an unavoidable aspect of human existence.
The idea of a world without war sounded delusional to him.
Besides the war, discrimination was a norm. There are many different kinds of people with different worldviews. It was inevitable that their idea would clash with each other.
Furina, undeterred by his laughter, interjected, "Because it is a childish dream, it has many flaws that can't be applied. However, it's also the reason why it's pure and beautiful."
"Dreams are our fuel and hope, giving us positive energy to live in this brutal world filled with war and pain," Furina continued, her words resonating with a depth that went beyond the immediate conflict.
"I know it's impossible since it requires everyone's efforts, not just mine. However, what they lack is the guidance."
"Guidance. You mean you are the guidance. Hahaha," Crocodile scoffed, his laughter resuming with even greater intensity.
"Yes, I am," Furina affirmed, her calm demeanor unwavering in the face of Crocodile's mockery.
"Hahaha! By what standard, your delusion? Hahaha," Crocodile continued to laugh, seemingly dismissing Furina's idealism as mere fantasy.
"No. By my experience," Furina stated, her words cutting through the laughter. "That is why you and I are different."
Crocodile's face furrowed in confusion. He perceived Furina's words as another attempt to mock him, but she clarified, "Okay, that is enough talking for today. Let's move to the main dish, shall we?"
In the midst of the confrontation, Furina took out a small bag and tossed it towards Crocodile.
Catching and opening it, Crocodile found five beans inside.
"Those are Senzu beans. If your information is correct, then you must have heard some rumors about them."
The mention of Senzu beans stirred Crocodile's doubt. He had heard rumors but dismissed them as fantastical tales.
The decision weighed heavily on him as he contemplated the potential risks and benefits. After a moment of consideration, he chose to swallow one of the beans.
The sensation was peculiar. The bean moved slowly down his throat, and soon, Crocodile felt the effects. The numbness in his arm disappeared, and the broken bones healed at an astonishing rate. His body, seemingly rejuvenated, stood tall once again.
"Now, are you ready for the second round?" Furina's voice echoed, her gaze fixed on Crocodile. Many animals that were created by water manifested around him, creating a formidable force.
Crocodile, realizing escape without a fight was near impossible, braced himself for the incoming fight.
As the battle unfolded, Furina's control over water and her ability to manipulate the environment proved to be formidable. The battleground, once a dry desert, became a canvas for water spears, sandstorms, and elemental clashes. Sand and water.
Crocodile, though resilient, found himself struggling against the unconventional and unpredictable tactics of his opponent.
Furina's command over water creatures and her strategic use of range attack kept Crocodile on the defensive. The relentless barrage of attacks tested his limits, and he found himself battered and bruised.
Furina's tactic was simple but effective.
Crocodile attacked. She created a bubble of water and a shield to protect herself. At this time, his attention was on Furina giving her creatures outside the shield an easily attack Crocodile.
When he tried to run, she used the water to create a bird cage preventing Crocodile's escape.
In a desperate move, he consumed another Senzu bean, the miraculous healing properties mending his wounds once more.
Furina, observing the battlefield, reminded. "You only have three Senzu beans left, so use them more wisely,"
Countless water spears materialized in the air, aimed directly at Crocodile. As the spears rained down like a rain, Furina's voice cut through the chaos. "Do you hear that melody?"
Crocodile, focused on defending against the water onslaught, raised his head to listen.
Furina answered, "Mother of nature is singing." The declaration added an eerie and mystical layer to the battle, hinting at Furina's connection to the elements.
Despite Crocodile's attempts to create a sand barrier, the relentless water spears pierced through, drenching him and diminishing his defenses.
Furina, seemingly tired of the prolonged fight, declared, "I don't like fighting anymore, so I will end it here and now."
The dungeon abyss transformed into a surreal spectacle as many water spears turned into water and converged on Crocodile. He felt a strange force immobilizing him, the chains of water that held him in place.
"Super alloy punch," Furina announced, and two large arms formed from water slammed down with incredible force. Crocodile, despite his strength, was overpowered, the collision sending shockwaves through the layer of the dungeon.
The impact could be felt above the surface, causing a rumbling across the continent. The citizens of Alabasta, unaware of the battle beneath, felt the tremors. In their eyes, it was an inexplicable event, a disturbance in the natural order.
As the dust settled, Furina gazed at the massive hole she had created with a mix of satisfaction and realization. "Whoa. I overdid it," she muttered to herself, acknowledging the extent of her power.
Looking down the hole, she could see Crocodile was holding his precious life.
Feeling empathetic and not wanting to see someone die in front of her eyes, Furina took out a Senzu bean and threw it accurately into Crocodile's mouth.
Furina, unfazed by the aftermath, took out a phone and dialed a certain number. "Medic. I need your service now," she requested, recognizing the need for professional assistance.
"It was my pleasure. How can I help you?" came the response from the other end of the line.
"There is a patient that I need you to treat with," Furina explained.
"Another patient. I love it. Just give me the coordinates, and I'll be on my way," Medic responded, eager for another test of his skill.
The call ended, and Furina, surveying the damage, muttered to herself, "Alright. No wonder I heard the nature singing. Obviously, Greenbull has arrived in Alabasta."
The appearance of Greenbull's presence added a layer of complexity to the situation. The once arid desert of Alabasta had undergone a miraculous transformation into a lush forest after the rain.
Furina, scratching her head, pondered how Greenbull could breach the barriers that she had just created with the faith of people.
The scene shifted to Greenbull, the mysterious and enigmatic figure, standing at the edge of Alabasta's transformed landscape. His presence was a testament to a power that defied the laws of nature.
He slowly approached Alabasta kingdom with a cloak had a word "Justice" written on it.