Surprised Chapter! :D
Was bored and just started writing while listening to music
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Kizaru's eyes gleamed mischievously as he noticed Draco still lost in thought, careless, and undeterred. A slow, smug smile spread across his face as he raised his hand, light gathering at his fingertips. This time, the Vice Admiral summoned an even more powerful laser, a glowing beam that shimmered ominously before launching at light speed toward Draco.
The air hummed with the energy of the laser streaking toward its target. Just as it neared Draco, who had only begun to react, Saint Homer appeared in front of him. With a swift, precise movement, Homer swung his sword to intercept the beam. The powerful laser clashed with the blade, making Homer stagger slightly. His eyes narrowed—this attack was much stronger than he had anticipated, but with a grunt of effort, he deflected it off-course. The beam shot off harmlessly into the sky, leaving a trail of smoke behind.
"Everyone, prepare yourselves!" Homer barked, his voice yelling out towards his group. His sharp eyes scanned the deck for the others. They had no time to waste; Popo, the fifth member of their crew, was still out of commission, critically injured, and resting in a safe corner. Homer's command snapped the remaining four back into action.
Without a word, Draco stepped forward, standing side by side with Homer. In a sudden burst of speed, Draco's body blurred, and before anyone could react, he blitzed toward the ship where Akainu and Kizaru were stationed. The sheer velocity left Homer momentarily stunned. "He's fast," Homer muttered in disbelief, before launching himself after Draco. The others followed close behind, determination burning in their eyes about the upcoming battle against the Marines.
Kizaru, noticing their movement, calmly lifted his hand and fired a volley of lasers toward them. The beams whizzed through the air at light speed, but Draco and his companions twisted and dodged effortlessly. However, not everyone was as fortunate, one of the lasers struck Yui in the shoulder. She let out a sharp cry of pain as her body plummeted from the sky and splashed into the ocean below.
The twin sisters, sensing her distress, immediately broke formation. Without hesitation, they dove after her, slicing through the wind and plunging into the icy water to rescue their fallen comrade.
Draco, undeterred by Yui's injury, continued his charge, his focus locked on Akainu and Kizaru. He landed on the deck of the enemy battleship with a thunderous impact, his feet cracking the wooden planks beneath him. Homer and Zexer touched down beside him, ready for the coming fight.
A heavy silence settled over the deck, broken only by the creak of the ship swaying in the ocean. Then, Akainu's voice rumbled with fury. His magma powers flickered to life, glowing veins of molten rock spreading along his skin.
"Pirate scum... and a traitorous noble," Akainu growled, venom dripping from his words. His body began to radiate intense heat, the deck beneath him sizzling as his magma abilities came to life.
{Magma Hound}
With a furious roar, Akainu hurled a massive magma hound toward Draco and Homer. The hound, blazing with destructive energy, raced toward them like a volcanic eruption. Draco stepped forward calmly, his fist glowing with Haki. He threw a punch directly into the oncoming magma beast, dissipating it instantly in a shower of sparks and molten rock.
Before Akainu could react, Draco vanished in another burst of speed, blitzing toward him. Akainu's eyes widened in shock, he barely had time to raise his hand in defense before Draco's fist connected. The force of the blow sent Akainu hurtling across the deck, crashing into the starboard mast. The wood shattered on impact, and dust and smoke billowed from the wreckage.
Kizaru, watching from nearby, teleported beside Draco in a blink. A smug grin stretched across his face as he raised a leg. "Have you ever been kicked at the speed of light?" Kizaru taunted.
But before Kizaru could land the attack, Draco abruptly squatted, ignoring the Admiral and with both legs bursts toward Akainu instead.
Irritated by the missed opportunity, Kizaru was about to attack again when Homer lunged at him with a flash of steel. Homer's sword, charged with Conqueror's Haki, sliced across Kizaru's chest, making the light-man bleed for the first time in a long while. Grimacing in pain, Kizaru vanished, reappearing on a higher mast, clutching his wound, still, really decisive quickly shot out a beam towards Homer, the beam struck and passed through Homer's left hand which started bleeding.
On the deck, Marines prepared to swarm Draco and his companions, but Zexer acted quickly. His Devil Fruit ability spread like mist, curling through the air and across the deck. Every Marine who entered the mist was overcome by confusion, lost and disoriented as if they had wandered into a maze of illusions. Zexer moved like a shadow within the mist, taking down Marines one by one with lethal precision.
Meanwhile, Akainu struggled to his feet, coughing up blood. The blow from Draco had left him staggering, and his knees buckled under his weight. Never in his life had he felt such power from a single punch.
Draco slowly approached the fallen Akainu, his eyes cold and unbothered. Akainu, still gasping for air, looked up to meet Draco's calm gaze. "You're the only Marine in One Piece I hated," Draco muttered softly, his voice almost pitying. "But also the only one he respected. If only you could change, Akainu... instead of blindly killing, you should have learned to see people for who they truly are."
Draco's inner thoughts surfaced as he stared down at the Admiral. 'I'll teach him ruthlessness... make him understand what life really is.'
Akainu, gritting his teeth in fury, tried to launch a sneak attack. With a sudden uppercut, he aimed for Draco's jaw, but Draco dodged effortlessly, grabbing Akainu's wrist mid-strike. His armament Haki flared, allowing him to grasp the Admiral's magma-coated arm as if it were solid.
With a swift, brutal motion, Draco pulled out Akainu's arm from his body.
The Admiral's scream tore through the air, a howl of pain and rage that echoed across the battlefield. Blood sprayed across the deck as Akainu writhed in agony.
Unfazed, Draco leaned in close and whispered coldly, "This is only the beginning. You'll feel hell... just wait."
Then, to the horror of everyone watching, Draco extended his hand—and Akainu's arm began to regenerate. The wound sealed itself, flesh and muscle reforming as if nothing had happened.
Akainu barely had a moment to recover before Draco ripped the arm off again.
From his vantage point on the mast, Kizaru witnessed the brutal scene unfold below. His usually calm demeanor faltered for a moment, his face twisting in shock. "Sakazuki!", Kizaru yelled out in hoplessness.
Far below, Homer stood among the chaos, observing Draco's actions with an unreadable expression. He looked up at Kizaru, His left-hand bleeding, but his right hand on his sword. "There's no place for you to hide, Kizaru," he murmured. With a powerful leap, Homer closed the distance between them, swinging his sword in a wide arc.
Kizaru managed to evade at the last second, vanishing in a burst of light, but Homer's blade sliced cleanly through the mast. The massive wooden structure groaned before collapsing, falling into the cold ocean with a thunderous splash.
Kizaru reappeared on another part of the ship, clutching his wounded chest and gritting his teeth. But his attention was drawn back to the deck below, where Akainu lay pinned beneath Draco, helpless and screaming as his arm was torn away, healed, and torn away again.
The battlefield was a scene of utter chaos, and Draco was only just getting started.
[Garp versus Roger]
The ground quaked under the weight of their relentless blows. Garp and Roger clashed with earth-shattering force, their fists and sword strikes transforming the once pristine, snow-covered island into a shattered battlefield. Entire sections of the frozen land collapsed under the strain, sending fissures across the landscape. The air buzzed with the intensity of their Haki, each collision generating shockwaves that rippled outward, deforming the terrain into jagged ruins.
Their bodies blurred as they barreled through trees, shattering trunks and throwing splinters into the wind. Both men tumbled across the debris-strewn ground before rising to their feet, laughing as if they hadn't just reduced half the island to rubble.
"You never change, Roger!" Garp roared, brushing dirt from his shoulders. But his sharp eyes noticed the slight falter in Roger's movements, the way his breathing hitched for just a second too long. Garp's grin faded. "But you're sick… You're not the same as before. I can tell."
Roger's smile wavered for a fraction of a second, the weight of Garp's words pressing on him like an unspoken truth. He didn't respond, no joke, no witty retort. Instead, Roger's face darkened with determination, and his Haki flared violently, an overwhelming wave of energy pouring from his body.
The atmosphere thickened, and the very air seemed to hum with power. Roger's eyes burned with resolve as he shifted his stance, gripping his sword tightly. With a voice filled with conviction, charging up, he yelled,
{Divine Tribute!}
Even before the blade moved, the ground beneath them trembled, the island itself resonating with the raw force of Roger's intent. The pressure in the air was so intense that the ice covering the ground cracked in spiderweb patterns, and nearby cliffs began to collapse under their own weight.
Garp's instincts kicked in immediately, he knew he had to stop this. With a burst of speed, the Marine Hero launched himself at Roger, teeth gritted in frustration. "Damn it, Roger! I'm not letting you swing that!"
{Galaxy Divi-}
But Roger's blade surged with energy, glowing as it charged up over a long, tense moment. The air around them became distorted, vibrating violently as if the world itself was bracing for the attack. Then, in a blinding instant, Roger swung the sword downward in a blitzing vertical slash, moving with a speed that defied human limits. It stopped Garp from being able to perform his ability as well.
*BOOM*
*CRACK*
*BOOM*
Garp crossed his arms instinctively to block, but the sheer force behind the strike was unlike anything he had ever felt. The impact blasted him backward, tearing through his defense. The force didn't just send him flying—it rocked the entire island, sending shockwaves outward in every direction. Trees were uprooted, boulders shattered, and the sky seemed to darken from the sheer power released.
Garp's white Marine uniform shredded across his chest, and a deep, crimson slash marked his body, blood seeping from the wound. For a brief moment, Garp's vision blurred, and his mind flickered into unconsciousness. His body skidded across the ground like a broken cannonball, crashing into the remnants of trees and jagged rocks before finally coming to a halt.
He gasped, struggling to remain conscious. Blood dripped from his mouth, yet Garp's expression remained stoic as if the injury didn't faze him. Slowly, painfully, he pushed himself to one knee, his breath ragged but steady.
It was only then that Garp noticed the true devastation of Roger's attack. The island beneath them had split in two!!! The massive rupture runs straight from the center of the island to the distant shoreline. Water from the ocean rushed in to fill the colossal gap, and pieces of the land drifted apart, creating two distinct halves.
Garp wiped the blood from his mouth, his gaze fixed on Roger, who stood at the center of the devastation with his sword still in hand. The future Pirate King's grin returned, wild and unyielding. His body showed signs of exhaustion—sweat poured down his face, and his muscles twitched with fatigue—but his spirit remained unbroken.
Through the chaos, Roger's voice boomed with unshakable resolve:
"I'm not dead yet partner, also! People's dreams, these things cannot be stopped. As long as people seek the answer of freedom, these things will never cease to be! My journey has yet to be finished, Garp..."
His bright smile radiated across the battlefield, a beacon of defiance against fate itself.
Garp's lips curled into a tired grin. "Heh... Still the same old fool," he muttered under his breath, wiping the blood from his brow. Despite the agony coursing through his chest, there was a part of him that admired Roger's tenacity.
The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting long shadows over the ruined battlefield. The two men-rival, friend, and foe-had fought for what felt like an entire day, their clash stretching across endless hours. Their bodies ached, their Haki drained, but neither had noticed just how much they had given.
As they stood facing each other-bruised, bloodied, but still unbroken-there was no room for malice between them. It was a fight between two giants of their era, a final testament to everything they had lived for and believed in.
Garp inhaled deeply, his chest burning with every breath, but his spirit unbowed. "Alright, Roger... Let's see if you've got anything left."
Roger's grin widened as he raised his sword again. "Same to you, old friend."
And with that, the two legends charged at each other once more, knowing that neither was willing to back down, not until one of them could no longer stand.
[Back on The Battle Ships near the Shore]
The sky was dimming, and the sea churned violently as Sengoku clashed with Rayleigh and Scopper. For almost a full day, they had exchanged blows, shaking the very foundation of the warship they stood on. Even after such a grueling fight, none of them showed any sign of giving up.
Rayleigh had managed the crew quietly, Nozdon, Sunbell, and Doringo, sending them to reinforce other battlefields. Now, only Sengoku, Rayleigh, and Scopper remained, locked in a deadly dance of relentless attacks and sharp banter. None of the smaller marines dared to interfere on this battle.
"You've gotten slow, Sengoku!" Rayleigh grinned, parrying a thunderous punch from the Sengoku.
"And you've aged into a damn nuisance!" Sengoku roared, swinging another powerful blow, which Rayleigh narrowly evaded.
But just as their fight intensified, something pierced through the chaotic sounds of the battlefield—a scream.
Sengoku's eyes widened as he heard the familiar, blood-curdling cry from one of the approaching warships. His gaze shot toward the vessel now drawing closer through the smoke and debris. His heart sank when he realized what—no, who—had screamed.
"Sakazuki…" Sengoku whispered, his mind reeling. The terrifying voice he heard was none other than Sakazuki (Akainu).
Rayleigh noticed the shift in Sengoku's expression. Rayleigh didn't miss a beat, using Sengoku's distraction to launch a precise sneak attack. His blade, coated in powerful Haki, cut through Sengoku's defenses like a razor. The strike staggered the Marine Hero, forcing him back a step. But to Rayleigh's irritation, Sengoku's Buddha form began healing the wound almost instantly, the golden glow of his Zoan fruit knitting his injuries together at an impossible speed.
The flicker of annoyance in Rayleigh's eyes didn't escape Sengoku. With fury igniting in his heart, the Marine Hero swung his colossal palm forward, channeling his full power.
{Nirvana Impact}
Rayleigh braced himself, his swords crossed, coated in shimmering Haki. The impact was devastating—Sengoku's massive palm crashed into Rayleigh, sending him flying across the deck. Blood sprayed from Rayleigh's mouth as he tumbled, the force of the attack leaving him haggard and breathless.
He coughed violently, wiping blood from his lips, but his grin remained. Sengoku was truly enraged now. His strikes had grown heavier, more precise, with a deadly seriousness that left no room for mercy. Rayleigh noticed as well that Sengoku's Mythical Zoan was aiding him, causing the issue of dramatically trying to injure Sengoku.
Rayleigh glanced at the ship's left side—it was now completely decimated, the explosion from their battle tearing the warship apart. Flames crackled, and debris floated aimlessly in the turbulent sea. Yet Sengoku stood there, unbothered by the destruction, his golden form glowing with divine energy.
The Marine Commander snarled, his fury barely contained, and in a calm, calculated move, he deactivated his full Zoan form, shrinking down to his human size. But as he did, his body began to glow brighter than ever. A brilliant yellow aura radiated from him, and his calm expression hid the storm of rage within.
{Awakened form}
His appearance didn't change drastically—he looked nearly the same as before—but the energy surrounding him was different, clouds starts to form around him. It was more controlled, more terrifying. The aura of a man who had achieved mastery over his Devil Fruit in a way few others ever could.
Rayleigh, still catching his breath, smirked. "So, you've been holding back, Sengoku. Interesting…"
Scopper, however, staggered to his knees. The fight had drained him, and he struggled to keep standing. Compared to Sengoku and Rayleigh, Scopper was powerful—but weaker, exhausted, and on the verge of collapse.
Sengoku, seeing an opportunity, reached for his Den Den Mushi. Calmly, he issued an emergency order to his men on the other side of the line.
"Mobilize immediately. Get to Sakazuki's unit and assist them now. This is an emergency."
Rayleigh chuckled at Sengoku's grim expression, wiping more blood from his mouth. "You should be worried, old friend. Whatever's over there on that ship isn't your typical foe…"
Sengoku's gaze darkened. He knew Rayleigh well enough to sense when the pirate was hiding something, and the glimmer of amusement in his eye didn't bode well.
Rayleigh leaned against his sword, grinning. "You're not going to like what you find over there, Sengoku. That scream?" His voice dropped, almost taunting. "The one on that ship… is Draco."
Sengoku's heart skipped a beat. The mention of Draco name confused him, even bewildered him as he's never heard of him yet. 'Is it a new member of Roger's crew? how many damn powerful pirates is he hiding!" Sengoku thinks to himself, one sweat of bead falls from his forehead.
Rayleigh nodded, a wicked grin on his face. "If you don't get there soon, your soon to be admiral candidates might already be dead."
Sengoku's jaw tightened, fury and urgency flashing across his face. He clenched his fist, glowing with divine energy. "There's no more time for games."
His golden aura flared brighter, illuminating the wreckage around him like a second sun. Sengoku's awakened form was fully active now, and his rage boiled over, no longer willing to let these pirates toy with him.
With a mighty step forward, Sengoku raised his fist toward Rayleigh and Scopper. "This ends now!"
The air grew heavy with tension as the legendary figures prepared to continue their clash—but the clock was ticking. Draco was out there, and Sengoku knew that the longer the fight held, there was going to be trouble!