Wanokuni, New World
The battlefield lay shattered in the wake of each strike, the air thick with smoke, the ground scarred and broken. The three combatants stood amidst the devastation, their eyes locked in fierce determination, a determination to bring down the opponent no matter the cost.
The sky above Onigashima raged in chaos, swirling with clouds torn apart by the storm of Haki and fury below.
Bolts of pink, purple, and crimson lightning tore through the darkness, illuminating the titanic figures standing amidst the rubble, locked in a deadly standoff.
As if in reverence to the clash, even the heavens themselves crackled and groaned, painting a blood-red glow across the battlefield.
Kozuki Oden's eyes burned with an unbreakable resolve. His hand tightened on the hilts of his legendary swords—Enma and Ame no Habakiri, each pulsing with the insatiable hunger for his Haki.
His body was bruised and bloodied, yet his spirit shone with a defiance that dwarfed the combined presence of two Emperors of the Sea.
Kaido, towering above in his dragon form, coiled in the sky with eyes narrowed in ruthless fury. Beside him, Big Mom exuded raw, chaotic energy, her hair alive with flames and her lightning-infused aura casting a terrifying glow on her sneering face.
For these Emperors, victory was a foregone conclusion. Yet Oden, standing tall, seemed to turn inevitability into something uncertain.
Kaido's voice thundered across the battlefield, his words laced with uncontained rage. "Oden!" he bellowed, his voice rumbling like the storm above. "You should've died the first time! Now, there's no escape; I am going to enjoy every moment of this…!"
Big Mom's laughter rang out, dark and taunting, her massive form looming as her flames flared brighter. "Mamamama! You really think you can take us both on, you fool? You're just one man, against the might of the Emperors!"
Oden, unshaken, allowed a wry smile to cross his face. "If you two think that I, Kozuki Oden, will ever bow to bastards like you, then you have no idea who you're dealing with," he replied, his voice calm yet piercing.
With a flash, he raised Enma, channeling his armament Haki into the blade. The sword drank deeply, greedily drawing from his spirit, transforming the air around it into a swirling storm of black and crimson lightning.
His Conqueror's Haki clashed against the suffocating force of the two Emperors, a wall of resolve pushing back against their combined overwhelming presence.
The sheer weight of Oden's spirit forced samurai and pirates alike to stagger backward. Those nearby fell to their knees, the force of the three wills clashing bearing down on them like a physical weight. Even seasoned warriors felt their legs tremble under the oppressive pressure.
Kaido let out a primal roar that shook the skies, his massive body rippling as he descended upon Oden with terrifying speed. His form transformed, his scales burning as he shifted into a molten, lava-like dragon. "This time, I'll burn you to ash, Oden!" he roared, his massive, seething form barreling forward like a meteor of molten fury.
"Kaen Daiko…"
But Oden was prepared. In one swift, fluid motion, he surged forward, unleashing a blinding, blazing slash.
"Ittoryu Iai: One Heaven!" he cried, slicing upward with Enma. The strike materialized as a fiery phoenix that spiraled through the air, colliding head-on with Kaido's inferno-like charge. The two attacks met in mid-air with a blinding explosion that turned night into day, casting shadows across the island as the wave of energy obliterated everything in its path.
After what seemed like forever, Oden's attack steadily pushed against the massive horn of Kaido, and before he could steady himself, Oden was upon him like a deity from heavens, bringing both his blades at a dealy arc, slicing through his invincible scales at the same time as tearing through his defenses.
"Tougen Shirataki…."
"Roaaarrr…." Kaido roared in againt as the two blades dug deep into his bones, Oden's sheer might pushing him, and then, under the shocked gazes of Big Mom and the rest of the pirates, the massive dragon form of Kaido was launched into the ground like a meteor.
The very island tilted at the impact; even Bigmom stumbled as she planeted her weapon onto the ground to steady herself.
From the rubble, Kaido rose, blood dripping from the jagged wound Oden had carved into his side. His fury was palpable, radiating off him in waves, his breath heavy as he seethed with anger.
This man, this lone samurai, had drawn blood—a feat few could boast. With a grimace, Kaido's eyes narrowed, the resolve in them as fierce as the dragon tattoo that wrapped around his form.
Across from him, Big Mom clenched her fists, flames flickering wildly around her. Her massive form seemed to cast a shadow over everything.
"Kaido, stop playing around; the longer this thing drags, the more at a disadvantage we will be. I have no idea how long the other party will be able to hold back Whitebeard." She roared her earlier mocking facade all lost; she finally understood that despite the current situation, Oden was more than capable of threatening both their lives.
Yet, in the face of both Emperors, Oden stood unflinching, his body bruised but his spirit undaunted. Enma and Ame no Habakiri pulsed in his grip, as though resonating with his unyielding will.
Kaido let out a guttural roar, the sheer force of it causing nearby debris to shake. His body began to transform once more, scaling over with the impenetrable blue scales of his dragon form, his presence seeming to eclipse even the stormy skies above.
Onigashima quaked under the impact, boulders were blown apart, and jagged cracks formed across the island as if the very earth had been torn open. The shockwave hurled nearby warriors off their feet, sending some skidding across the battlefield like leaves in a hurricane. Yet in the eye of this storm, Oden and Kaido remained locked in a deadly dance of destruction.
Even as the smoke still hung in the air, Big Mom surged forward, her speed defying her colossal size. Her massive halbred crackled with arcs of lightning and flames, the raw energy twisting and warping the air around it.
"Ikkoku Sovereignty!" she bellowed, her fist careening toward Oden like a meteor.
With calculated precision, Oden shifted his stance, his grip steady as he raised Ame no Habakiri to meet her assault.
"Paradise Totsuka!" he shouted, swinging the blade in a blinding arc that sliced into Big mom's fiery energy. Their clash sent another burst of force rippling through the landscape, carving out a ravine that extended toward the sea, splitting the earth with a tremendous roar.
Big Mom took a step back, her eyes blazing with a mixture of irritation and grudging respect. "Mamama… not bad, Oden," she sneered, though her voice held a faint trace of unease.
"Maybe you're stronger than you look!"
Kaido, who took to the air once again hovering above, transforming into his hybrid form, his patience fraying, roared in frustration. With a vicious gleam in his eye, he raised his massive kanabo, the spikes glinting menacingly as he channeled his advanced armament Haki into it.
A dark aura surrounded the weapon, rippling with terrifying intensity. Without warning, he dove down from the sky like a descending comet, his weapon aimed squarely at Oden.
"Eight Trigrams: Conqueror of Ten Thousand Worlds!" he roared, the kanabo hurtling down with destructive force.
Oden's senses sharpened. Without a second's hesitation, he raised both Enma and Ame no Habakiri, their blades infused with every ounce of Haki he could muster.
"Twin Sword Style: Demon Rashomon!" he shouted, his voice echoing across the battlefield as he brought both swords up to meet Kaido's attack.
The collision was cataclysmic. Kaido's monstrous strength and Oden's unparalleled precision met in a clash that shattered the air itself, creating a massive shockwave that swept across Onigashima.
The ground ruptured, boulders splintered, and trees uprooted as the sheer force of their clash rippled outward, leveling the surrounding terrain. Even the storm clouds above parted briefly, as if cowering from the power unleashed below.
Yet in the center of this maelstrom, Oden remained unbroken. His arms shook from the impact, his muscles strained to their limits, but his gaze was fierce, undaunted by the combined might of two Emperors. Sweat and blood trickled down his brow, but his spirit burned brighter than ever.
Kaido and Big Mom exchanged a wary glance; their condition was no better than Oden; for every injury Oden took, he would retaliate with two attacks. Bigmom sported numerous wounds; one attack had almost slashed her arm clean off, but she somehow managed to retreat back in time with her arm, their irritation giving way to something akin to concern.
For the first time, they felt the weight of Oden's resolve, his unshakable will that held even against their combined might.
In silent agreement, both Emperors released their Conqueror's Haki in full force, their powerful wills merging as purple and pink lightning arced across the battlefield. The sky darkened, the combined auras saturating the air, making it hard to breathe. Rocks shattered under the pressure, and the ground cracked in response to the oppressive force.
Oden met their challenge without hesitation, his own Conqueror's Haki surging outward in a burst of crimson lightning. The three auras collided, intertwining in a violent storm of colors. Those nearby staggered, and weaker-willed warriors began to collapse, overcome by the sheer intensity of the clash.
With a primal roar, Kaido lunged forward, swinging his kanabo with reckless abandon. Oden met each strike with Enma, the clang of metal reverberating across the battlefield. Sparks erupted with each clash, casting wild, flickering shadows as the two engaged in a deadly, relentless exchange of blows.
"Shoryu: Kaen Hakke"
Kaido's monstrous strength shook Oden to his core, his sheer size and weight threatening to overpower him with each strike. But Oden's mastery of his blades allowed him to slip through Kaido's attacks, his counters swift and devastating.
Each movement was fluid, a testament to his years of training and unwavering dedication. His strikes, though small in comparison, were precise, cutting into Kaido's form and forcing him back with each clash.
Meanwhile, Big Mom watched with a sneer, her own aura swelling as she called upon her Homies. Napoleon, Prometheus, Zeus, and Hera gathered around her, their combined powers creating a tempest of fire and lightning.
With a wicked smile, she unleashed a storm of destruction, her laughter mingling with the deafening sound of explosions as she targeted Oden.
Seeing her oncoming attack, Oden reacted in an instant. He darted back, narrowly avoiding her blasts, his movements a blur of speed and agility. His sword slashes retaliated, each imbued with Haki that sent waves of energy cutting through the very island.
Big Mom's Homies intercepted his attacks, the battlefield illuminated by the chaotic flashes of lightning and fire as their energies clashed.
But Oden knew he couldn't sustain this indefinitely, because the longer he dragged this, the more casualties would end up on his side. aking a deep, ssteadybreath, he poured his Haki into his blades, his aura flaring with a newfound intensity. Enma and Ame no Habakiri began to glow with an ominous crimson light, each pulsing with a power that caused even Big Mom to falter.
"What… is this?" Big Mom muttered, a flicker of hesitation in her gaze.
Without hesitation, Oden leapt into the air, his form a blur as he closed the distance between him and Kaido. His eyes burned with a fierce determination, his grip tightening on his swords as he prepared his next attack.
"Togen Totsuka…!" he roared, his voice echoing like a war cry as he brought his blades down in a cross slash, his Haki exploding outward in a brilliant arc. The strike tore through Kaido's defenses, cutting deep into his scales and drawing a bellow of pain as the energy bit into his very bones. Blood splattered from the wound, staining the battlefield.
Kaido staggered, struggling to remain upright as the blow left him reeling. But before he could recover, Oden turned his focus to Big Mom, his gaze fierce. With a mighty swing of Ame no Habakiri, he unleashed a wave of Haki that tore through the air, aimed directly at her.
Big Mom's flames clashed with Oden's Haki, creating an eruption of energy that shook the island to its core. The sheer force sent her sprawling back, her snarls echoing as she fought to regain her footing, visibly shaken.
Bruised and battered, Oden stood between the two Emperors, his stance unyielding. For a moment, there was a stunned silence as Kaido and Big Mom regarded him, their expressions tinged with the dawning realization that this man was truly beyond any foe they had ever faced.
Oden's voice rang out, cutting through the storm with a power that resonated across the battlefield. "Wano will never fall to tyrants. So long as I stand, Wano will remain free!" His Haki exploded outward, tearing through the very earth beneath them, as Enma pulsed, greedily devouring his spirit without restraint.
The Emperors steeled themselves, their determination unwavering. And as they prepared for the next clash, the island itself trembled, as if the very spirit of Wano had risen to defend its fearless warrior.
****
The battlefield was a shattered wasteland, littered with broken steel and churned earth. In the center of it all stood Whitebeard, the strongest man in the world, his towering form silhouetted against a battered and blood-soaked horizon.
He gripped his naginata with a trembling hand, leaning on it for support as he drew each ragged breath. His broad chest was riddled with gashes, each wound a mark of fierce defiance from the relentless foe before him.
His muscles, though still powerful, quivered with the strain of days of continuous battle. Blood dripped from his wounds, staining the ground beneath him, and his bloodshot eyes gleamed with exhaustion and fury. His face, usually filled with a calm, assured confidence, was now etched with a mixture of frustration and grudging respect.
Opposite him, Scarlett stood—or what remained of her did. Her entire body was a canvas of crimson, blood streaked across her face and armor, smeared along the ragged edges of her shattered prosthetic arm.
The limb was entirely obliterated, twisted wires and jagged metal jutting out where her arm should have been. One of her legs was bent at an unnatural angle, visibly broken, yet she barely seemed to notice the pain.
Her clothes hung in tatters, barely covering her bruised and battered form, yet the fire in her eyes was as fierce as ever, undeterred by the damage inflicted upon her.
Scarlett's chest rose and fell with each labored breath, but she refused to falter, refused to allow her own body's betrayal to show weakness. Her entire being was driven by an unbreakable will that clashed with Whitebeard's power head-on.
Her conqueror's haki flared wildly, surging around her in waves of intense magnetic energy clashing defiantly against Whitebeard's haki. A halo of fractured metal shards floated around her like a storm, charged by her indomitable spirit as she prepared to counter Whitebeard's latest assault.
"Sea Quake…!" Whitebeard roared, his voice booming across the broken battlefield as he drove his naginata into the ground, summoning the full force of his devil fruit power. The very earth beneath Scarlett trembled, massive fissures opening up, the air splitting as the force of Whitebeard's quake hurtled toward her.
Scarlett's eyes narrowed, her gaze fierce as she braced herself against the incoming devastation.
"Aaargh…!" she bellowed, unleashing her Haki in a defiant surge. Her magnetic aura flared brighter, its radiant energy twisting around her battered form, repelling the force of Whitebeard's quake with sheer willpower.
The energy of the quake sent her sliding backward, her heels digging into the ground, blood trailing behind her as her torn body resisted the onslaught.
The quake sent her hurtling back through the air, her form crashing and skidding along the rocky terrain. She dragged across the raised seabed, scraping against jagged rocks and twisted metal debris.
The island of metal and stone, once a towering monument, lay shattered, broken down to its foundations by Whitebeard's relentless attacks. But despite the sheer brutality of her landing, Scarlett's fingers clenched, digging into the earth, her defiant spirit anchoring her. She refused to yield.
Whitebeard's chest heaved, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he watched her drag herself back to her feet. His legs buckled, and he drove his naginata into the ground, steadying himself as his knees threatened to give way, but his spirit reamined mighty as the sea before him.
He narrowed his eyes, watching the direction Scarlett had been flung, half-expecting to see her broken body lying still. But he knew better.
Over three brutal days, Scarlett had held him here, standing as an immovable barrier, never allowing him to break through. For three days and three nights, she had fought him alone, her allies Izumi and Dorian collapsing by the end of the first night, unable to withstand Whitebeard's fury.
They were strong, yes— strong enough to be called Overlords of the Sea, —strong enough to last against the best—but against Whitebeard, even half a day had been their limit.
Scarlett, however, was a different story. Even with her battered body, with bones broken and wounds covering every inch of her, she rose again and again, her defiance as fierce as when the battle began.
Every time he'd thought she was finally down, she had returned, her eyes burning with an unyielding intensity, her Conqueror's Haki rippling through the air in powerful waves, a testament to her unbreakable spirit.
And now, as if on cue, the rubble began to shift once more. Broken metal and debris shifted as Scarlett pushed herself upright, emerging from the carnage. Her entire body was soaked in blood, a testament to the unimaginable punishment she had endured.
But her expression was one of exhilaration, her lips curled into a defiant grin, her eyes alight with the thrill of the fight. She spat out blood, her gaze locking onto Whitebeard's with a smirk that bordered on madness.
"Huff… huff…" She took a deep, shuddering breath, then another, steadying herself. The magnetic halo around her crackled and surged as she raised her remaining arm, gathering the shattered fragments of her prosthetic, melding them with shards from the surrounding debris. The fragments wove themselves into a crude but formidable weapon, a testament to her mastery over her powers and her refusal to surrender.
Whitebeard stared at her, his expression hardening, but beneath the fury in his gaze, a flicker of admiration burned. For all his anger, he couldn't deny the respect he felt for this relentless woman.
She stood there, utterly broken, her body in ruins, yet her spirit blazed like an inferno, unquenchable, unbreakable. She was facing down the strongest man in the world and doing so with a fire that even Whitebeard found impressive.
"You just don't know when to quit, do you?" he growled, his voice low and gravelly. But Scarlett only smirked, her eyes never leaving his.
"Quit?" she rasped, her voice thick with exhaustion yet laced with iron. "I don't… know the meaning of the word." She straightened her form, her stance steady as her Conqueror's Haki flared again, sparking in jagged bursts of power around her.
Whitebeard's grip on his naginata tightened. Even in his exhaustion, even with the cost this fight was taking on him, he could feel the fire in her spirit, and it spurred him on. In this moment, they were more than just enemies—they were warriors, bound in the primal dance of death, the first to waver would be the first to die.
With a roar, Scarlett launched herself forward, dragging her broken leg along as she propelled herself with raw power and Haki alone. She raised her makeshift weapon high, her remaining hand gripping it with an intensity that seemed to channel all her pain, all her fury, into that one swing.
Whitebeard moved to counter her, his naginata coming up to meet her attack, the clash of their weapons reverberating across the battlefield with a deafening boom. The shockwave of their impact split the ground beneath them, the force of their Haki clashing creating a storm of energy that whipped through the air, sending fragments of rock and metal flying in all directions.
Scarlett's arm trembled under the strain, her battered muscles screaming in protest, but she held firm, pouring every ounce of her will into the clash. She pushed against Whitebeard's naginata, forcing him back, inch by agonizing inch, her defiance a living testament to her refusal to yield.
Whitebeard growled, his bloodshot eyes widening as he felt her strength pushing against him, relentless, unyielding. He pushed back with all his might, his own indomitable Haki crashing against hers in a titanic struggle.
But Scarlett's smile never wavered. Her teeth were gritted, her face a mask of determination, and as their clash reached its peak, she let out a fierce cry, pouring everything she had left into one final push.
The energy between them exploded, a blinding flash of light illuminating the battlefield as the force of their clash ripped through the ground, splitting the earth in a jagged line that stretched as far as the eye could see.
When the dust settled, Scarlett was still standing, blood streaming down her face, her entire body shaking with the strain. Whitebeard, too, remained on his feet, his breathing ragged, his chest heaving with exertion. They stared at each other, two titans locked in a battle of wills, neither willing to give an inch.
Scarlett's voice echoed across the broken landscape, strong and defiant. "As long as I stand… you'll never take another step forward."
And in that moment, Whitebeard knew that no matter the outcome, this was a battle he would never forget.