The URA's Strongest Champion

Enma watched in horror. The island was a disaster zone. While cannon balls did damage, blew holes in ships and transformed walls into rubble fire did that and more. It grew while destroying more and more of the island, plus the Marine ships were currently anchored off the shore were the only ships that were safe. The other ships, their ship, was anchored to the dock where the flames could run down and grip it, taking the ship down when it needed to.

"We need to move the ship!" shouted Enma, turning around…his crew was mostly immobile. Zesiro, Hiro-Shu, and Maria were all down beneath them in the infirmary. This meant that it was him and Rosa in charge and based off of Rosa's firing skills…he didn't want her steering the ship. Enma rushed to the helm and took control. He got the ship going and backing away from the pier. A rouge flame jumped from the already burning dock and towards the ship.

"Fishman Jiujutsu! Crashing Wave!" shouted Nito throwing a large pool of water upwards and into the incoming fire. Some of the water splattered forth and onto the docks, instantly quenching the rest of the incoming flames. Nito landed back on deck. "Don't worry about anything! You've got the three Fishman brothers here to back you up!"

Enma nodded as he focused himself on just getting the ship out of the way, he had no idea how to steer the ship. He felt the back rudder butt up against the pier. On open waters it wasn't so bad, but here it was ten-times harder. There were objects all around him, debris floating in the ocean, escaping from this island would be nearly impossible for him. He had no idea how to back the ship up, the current of the water crashing into the island almost had a whirlpool like effect, anchoring the ship in place. The pier seemed to be behind him and prevented him from escaping. Was he already trapped? Did they already lose the chance of escape?

Then something changed. Rather than the ship going back or forward or even to the sides…it went up! The ship was freed from its earthly bonds and was instead taken to the skies. It wasn't a lie that Enma didn't know much about navigating a ship, but he did know they needed water. He rushed to the side of the watercraft and looked down. It was Sanada! The third Fishman brother! Enma looked up at Nito, who simply flashed him a thumbs-up. The three of them may have seemed like fools when they first met, but they were definitely trustworthy and reliable. Enma returned the thumbs-up and looked back over to check on the island.

It was still in case, but thanks to Sanada walking them away from the mainland it was chaos that they were separated from. Enma smiled as he quickly examined the island from the safe distance. He recalled all the times the other Buster Call had been initiated, never before had there been a Wontan there to help pirates escape! Never before had a Shichibukai been stationed on the island! And never before had the Marines had to deal with the likes of the Infinity Pirates! For the first time since stepping on this island Enma actually felt like everything was coming up good for them! He felt lucky!

True, Mikoto and Ridley were still missing, but on the positive side they had a surefire way past the frontlines. Sanada's bulk made it possible for him to throw or just pull them through the Marines' guard. They had the majority of the crew gathered and it was winding down. Even if the Marines decided to destroy the island at this point, chances are Mikoto and Ridley were safe underground.

This was the last desperate act of the World Government. It was true that the Buster Call was the most fearsome technique the Marines had, it was devastating, fast, and destructive. However, it wasn't used often because it was expensive and seen as unethical. The Marines were already backed into a corner if they were going to use this, so they were just coming to the end of their rope. A come-back was possible!

Then Enma saw something that filled him with a mix of hope and dread. A sight that he had never seen before and something that he doubted he would ever see again. A Marine warship had been easily split in two. The two separate husks of a past terror had been tossed into the air with extreme speed. Through the wreckage Enma saw a single man standing amongst the rubble, he had just touched down on the island. And almost immediately Enma recognized him as a man more dangerous than Trevor ever was.

It was one of the strongest swordsmen alive.

"Hey! Bone doctor!" shouted a man, causing Enma to avert his eyes from the swordsman and down to the land. It was Simon…and he was carrying Ridley. Enma turned over and motioned for Ichi to go down and retrieve Ridley. Ichi ran off and over to Simon. "Tell that captain of yers he owes me a favor fer this! I could've just left 'im there! But that's not the way we Dwarfs work! We are a proud race, yes, we are!"

Suddenly, Simon was thrown backwards; a large gnash was torn into his side, just as he handed Ridley off to Ichi. And who else could have done it except for the strongest swordsman who was fast approaching them. Except for…there was something off about the man.

He was about 5' 8" making him not especially tall. He was dressed in a green suit and had stark white hair that was slicked back, parting once to form two separate spikes. He had sharp piercing green eyes the kind that reminded Enma of one the last greatest swordsmen…Dracule Mihawk. This man's eyes were startling similar. And they were currently locked down on Ridley, Simon, and Ichi. In his right hand was an old white mug. And that was what made Enma realize what was wrong…it was his sword!

Despite what seemed to have been a sword slash that both cracked the Marine Ship in two as well as take Simon down…his sword was sheathed at his side. In other words, he managed to split a ship and take down Simon with his bare hands!? Even Dracule Mihawk and his successor, Roronoa Zoro, had never been reported of doing anything of that extreme.

The man was soon face-to-face with the two of them. Ichi was without a doubt, trying run away, but his feet seemed be stuck in mud. He couldn't run if he wanted to, not when faced with those piercing eyes. "I'm sorry about that. I'm always cranky before my ninth cup of coffee." The man lifted the white mug up to his face and took a swig, "And this is only my thirteenth." Simon looked up at him with a bewildered expression. He was questioning the man's sanity at the moment…if this was his thirteenth, shouldn't he be calm by now?

"I have no interest in people who are of no interest to me," said the man as he straightened his back and looked towards the URA. Once more Simon looked questioningly at the man. He made very little sense, but Simon knew better than to question this man. "I'm just here to defend my old abode." Simon was at first taken back by this, but then he remembered. There were rumors that were almost undeniably true that one of the greatest swordsmen in the world right now started his career killing in the URA.

As it currently stood there are seven Shichibukais, four Yonkou, and three Admirals. Ordinarily there would be just one Greatest Swordsmen in the world, but due to a slight problem it was impossible to determine who was better. They were like rock-paper-scissors, whenever one beat another one, the third would swoop in and beat him in return. It's been that way for years; neither side has weakened or grew stronger over the years. It appeared that a near-permanent standstill would last until one of them died of natural causes…or until a new swordsman grew strong enough to break the cycle.

If he was here to protect the URA, does that mean he was here to protect Trevor as well?

(-with Trevor-)

Trevor laughed loudly as he watched the whole scene unfold through a Den-Den Mushi. "That serves those Marines right! Did they really think I'd do something so risky? I factored him into the equation all along! The one month out of the year he comes back to the Grand Line! I planned everything out! He'll reek all of the havoc and I'll sit down and enjoy watching it!"

Trevor looked around at the big empty room. He hadn't realized he was all alone. Duncan, Makada, and everyone else was out at war and now he was here, waiting still. He double-checked the time, while he would've loved to reacquaint himself with his former friend if he stayed around any longer, he would be in trouble too. The Marines seemed to be holding back, they probably have another trap hidden away. Trevor definitely didn't want to stay around here to witness that.

Trevor got up, about to leave when the doors flew open and Mikoto in turn flew in. Quite literally he flew in and at Trevor, showing his usual lack of restraint. He was in his coyote form and he was speeding towards Trevor. Trevor turned around, ripping his throne from the floor and tossing it at Mikoto. Mikoto fired a quick condensed version of his Rapid-Fire punch, only five punches this time to keep the strain down, but he easily blew the chair to pieces with it.

Mikoto landed and looked up at Trevor. Trevor smiled, "I'm impressed…by your stupidity. Most men would've taken this chance to escape, but you…you decided to actually fight with me. You're welcome to bring it on, but I'm afraid I will crush you and your spirit in a second." Trevor paused as he caught sight of the scene unfolding outside again. He turned off the Den-Den Mushi and moved forward towards Mikoto.

Almost immediately without even giving time to think, Mikoto vanished. Almost in that same exact second, a heavy rush of wind came flying past Trevor, Trevor barely managed to get his arms up and guard from the solid blow that left a heavy impact into his arms. Trevor shrugged it off and immediately turned around to face the insane pirate, "come on now!" said Trevor welcoming Mikoto with open arms, "how about we have a nice little chat before we boil things down again like…" Trevor once more clasped his arms together just as the wind blew by him and a heavy punch collided with his guard.

Trevor was forced back. Something was definitely different about this kid since their last bout. Trevor didn't mind it though, he still thought of Mikoto as the perfect prey, the perfect gazelle to his tiger. It was a thought that got his bloodlust going into top-gear. He turned around to face Mikoto, just in time to watch him disappear, forcing Trevor to once again raise his guard. Twin hits pounded into Trevor's solid arms, almost forcing him back again.

The kid was going a lot faster than before. Before Mikoto's speed wasn't nearly this complete, the only way for him to get close enough to land a successful blow was with that after-image technique, but this time…it was something else entirely. It was pure, unbridled speed. Trevor realized that Mikoto must've been holding back in their previous fight, probably hoping to hold back on this final trump card, but now Mikoto was in top gear to begin with.

He had stepped up, Trevor could tell that this fight wouldn't be the same as their last…well, the ending would with Trevor standing above him ready to rip out his skull for his collection. Trevor turned around, anxious to meet with his supposed best prey. However, almost immediately his Colors of Observation Haki kicked in, telling him to guard. Trevor raised his arms, reinforcing them with Haki, and was immediately met with a barrage of punches.

Trevor was forced back, helpless to defend himself. His Haki couldn't even keep up with Mikoto's movements. Mikoto's speed had gone up again, he was literally running circles around Trevor firing punches as quickly as he could. Each punch pummeled into his guard, they weren't all that heavy though, the emphasis was on speed not power, and as a result Trevor didn't mind them at all. The pain wasn't significant. If Trevor had to classify them as something, he'd say they were paper-cuts. Barely capable of digging into his guard, but regardless if it kept up it was possible that even those small cuts could take him down.

Trevor panicked for a brief moment, striking out into the air. His arms were growing sore from the continuous beating. He had to force Mikoto away for a second, but he couldn't hit him. The instant his arm cleaved the air was the same instant Mikoto backed away. The next instant was when Mikoto sped in and continued his beating. The punches dug into Trevor's guard once more.

A Prey and Predator Clash!

Mikoto's and Trevor's fights begin and it appears that the fight is already tilting in favor of Mikoto, his speed really is his greatest asset. However, the chapter title is not about them it is about this new man who decided to intrude in on the Buster Call. If you recall in one of the earlier chapter like Chapter 8 or nine, I think. I mentioned one of the World's Greatest Swordsmen started his career, so now it appears he's here to defend it. Another horrible piece has been added to the mix.