Chapter 10 : Borsa(lino) the explorer's new backpack
Fleet Admiral Sengoku, with a furrowed brow, stood atop the Marine HQ, grappling with the reports pouring in from the New World. Kizaru's unconventional strategy had yielded unexpected results, and the repercussions were echoing through the chaos of the Yonko territories.
"Kizaru," Sengoku murmured to himself, acknowledging the admiral's unorthodox methods. The plan had worked better than anyone could have anticipated, but the cost was steep, and the escalation was evident.
Big Mom, in her famished frenzy, had fallen into the trap set by Kizaru, resulting in a gruesome aftermath. The Yonko, in her insatiable hunger, had inadvertently eaten two of her own children. It was the very victory they had hoped for—the disruption of Big Mom's forces.
As Big Mom's crew scrambled to secure their dwindling food supply or pursued the elusive Marine ship, a significant shift occurred. Kaido, sensing weakness in his rival Yonko, seized the opportunity to target some of Big Mom's vulnerable territories. The clashes that ensued were fierce and unforgiving.
"In the grand scheme of things, this might be what we needed," Sengoku muttered, contemplating the calculated chaos unfolding. The losses suffered by Big Mom's crew, especially her heavy-hitting forces dispatched to handle the food crisis or chase the Marine ship, were considerable.
Reports continued to pour in—two Tobbiroppo and four more children of Big Mom lost in the crossfire. The New World, already a hotbed of power struggles, had become a battleground between two of the most formidable Yonko. The ripple effects of Kizaru's calculated gambit were shaping the balance of power in ways Sengoku couldn't have predicted.
And if the Admiral succeeded in his latest idea…
With the Beast Pirates' island looming in the distance, Admiral Kizaru, having foreseen the risks associated with his own presence, maintained a safe distance aboard a discreet boat. Equipped with Vegapunk's ingenious creation, and his own light for invisibility - well, light refraction - a diminutive robot just docked on the shore. On its back, a small black plaque that could receive and interpret light signals. The remote piloting allowed Kizaru to guide the robot through the shadows and infiltrate the heart of the pirates' stronghold without exposing himself to their formidable Haki. Ehe. He was so smart ! Not detectable by Haki as he was too far, yet able to pilot the invisible robot. It was worth waiting a year for the robot to be developed! He had done well to order it just a few days after his reincarnation.
From the deck of the boat, Kizaru manipulated the nimble automaton, skillfully navigating it through the island's defenses. The tiny marvel, invisible at will, carried out its clandestine mission with meticulous precision. Kizaru's expert control ensured that the robot discreetly poisoned the Beast Pirates' food supplies, all the while maintaining an untraceable presence from the safety of the distant vessel.
Beneath the shimmering moonlight, the Beast Pirates gathered for a celebratory feast, their victorious roars echoing through the night after successfully defeating some of Big Mom's officers. Blissfully unaware of the invisible threat lurking within the banquet, the crew reveled in their success, devouring a spread of food that concealed a hidden danger.
As the night wore on, a creeping unease gripped the pirates. The weakest members of the crew, seated around the banquet table, suddenly found themselves ensnared by an unseen assailant. Agony twisted their expressions as they clutched their stomachs, unwitting victims of a clandestine poisoning. Panic erupted, the once-festive atmosphere shattered into chaos and confusion amid the inexplicable deaths.
Amidst the haunting wails of the afflicted, a tortured dialogue unfolded. One pirate, convulsing in pain, gasped, "What's happening? Something's tearing me apart from the inside!"
Another, wide-eyed and pale, stammered, "I thought we were celebrating victory ! What's in this cursed feast?"
The crew, gripped by terror, exchanged frantic whispers and desperate pleas. Another of the Beast Pirates, his voice strained, moaned, "I can't breathe!"
Kizaru smiled, and explained to Tsuru : "It's not about poisoning the bodies, but about poisoning the minds"
In the midst of the pandemonium, the Beast Pirates struggled to make sense of the tragedy unfolding before them. Suspicion and fear gripped the remaining crew members as they witnessed the demise of their comrades. And…Their Captain, Kaido, had his observation Haki on the whole island for the whole night, and he told them nobody from outside entered ! It meant…it was someone from their own crew that poisoned them.
Kizaru whistled, while walking away : tomorrow, he would take the second robot, and go near Whole Cake Island.
On the Dark of the "BanaBlade", as Kizary dubbed the boat, Law, Tashigi, Zoro, Sanji, Nami, and Miss Wednesday, now affectionately nicknamed "Definitely not a Princess" thanks to Kizaru's sly sense of humor - Kizaru had dispatched a set of fresh attire to Miss Wednesday, adorned with the unmistakable label "Absolutely not Royalty" carefully stitched onto the fabric-, assembled around Smoker. Ah, and there was Pinkie too. But everyone forgets about him.
In Smoker's grasp lay the enigmatic Brilliance Original Reflections, Scribbles, And Learning Intuited Notebook Of Observations— or B.O.R.S.A.L.I.N.O, for short. A distinct book from the Little Yellow Book.
While Law and Nami had plumbed the depths of insights within the Little Yellow Book, garnering a newfound respect for the enigmatic admiral, Miss Wednesday, in her intellectual pursuits, meticulously extracted notes on "Governance & Public Policies."
Yet, the crux lay elsewhere. The B.O.R.S.A.L.I.N.O, was a petite yellow notebook adorned with Kizaru's idiosyncratic scribbles. Kizaru cryptically alluded to its pages containing vital information for their training and upcoming ventures. As the crew gathered, their curiosity etched across their faces, Smoker methodically flipped through the notebook, each page revealing fragments of wisdom and guidance. Kizaru's instructions lingered in the air, emphasizing that some pages were to be turned only upon reaching a new island, injecting an anticipatory element into the crew's exploration and discovery.
"We will reach Whiskey Peaks in about an hour so…it's finally time to see what's in the next page of the B.O.R.S.A.L.I.N.O"
Everybody cheered - but Dark Sasuke - I mean, Law - because he was mysterious and edgy and stuff. And Zoro. Because he slept.
Ahoy, crew! My Bananas Blades ! Because you're lousy and not really Light Blades yet.
Just a quick heads-up as you sail into the unknown: turns out the island you're headed to is practically a Bounty Hunter's paradise! Yes, you heard it right. Baroque Works has decided to throw a party there, and everyone's invited. It's like the Island of Misfit Bounty Hunters or something.
Now, here's the kicker - our very own Miss Wednesday probably already spilled the beans to you. So, when you see these Baroque Works folks, just act surprised, maybe throw in a casual "Oh, fancy meeting you here!" Trust me, it'll be a real blast, literally and figuratively.
Remember, keep it cool, keep it funny, and above all, keep it chaotic. After all, it wouldn't be a true Kizaru adventure without a sprinkle of absurdity, right?
The whole crew looked angrily at Miss Wednesday. Too grossed in the Little Yellow Book, she had forgotten to tell them.
Now, listen up. I've got a little follow-up to the Bounty Hunter fiesta news. Your mission, should you choose to accept it (which, let's be honest, you have no choice), is to give those Baroque Works folks a taste of the ol' nap time. Knock 'em out, but no permanent damage – we're not in the business of wasting potential pirate-bashers.
There's a hefty fellow named Mister 8 who should be out cold but handled with care. Toss him in the hold gently – we're bringing him along for the ride to Alabasta. Why, you ask? Well, it's a surprise! Okay, fine, I'll tell you.
Or not !
Lastly, you'll be crossing paths with Mister Five and Miss Valentine. They're not your average, run-of-the-mill criminals; these two are Devil Fruit users – one with a penchant for explosions and the other with a weighty situation on her hands.
Now, here's the grim part: they're unrepentant killers who've dabbled in civilian massacres and torture. So, as much as it pains me (not) to say it, make sure they meet a swift and decisive end. There's no room for heartless, remorseless villains in our world.
They are very weak, but could kill you, so don't be shy ! Nami and Koby should try to take on Valentine, and Smoker'll get Mister 5.
How do I know that ! Well…I'm cooler than you.
So, there you have it – nap time for the Baroque Works bounty hunters and a more permanent solution for Mister Five and Miss Valentine.
Keep it thrilling,
Kisses - even to you, Dark Sasuke,
Admiral Kizaru
Miss All Sundays, shrouded in the anonymity of her disguise, slipped through the shadows of the bustling harbor. Her sharp, calculating eyes scanned the surroundings as she ventured to spy on the anticipated arrival of Princess Vivi. The mission : to ensure the success of Mister 5 and Miss Valentine in their sinister task of killing the princess.
Expecting a feeble pirate crew, Robin positioned herself strategically, ready to gather intelligence. However, instead of a ragtag band of pirates, a peculiar assembly of Marines disembarked from the small boat. Their demeanor lacked the customary pleasantries exchanged by civilians, bypassing formalities as they immediately launched an unexpected assault on the bounty hunters masquerading as citizens.
What the Fuck ?
From her vantage point, Robin noticed the figure of Smoker observing the scene from a distance, a silent overseer ensuring that the plan unfolded without a hitch. Princess Vivi, showcasing a surprising bout of ninja-like skills, swiftly approached Mister 8. With a decisive thud, she knocked him out cold. "It's for your own good," she declared, crying, as Mister 8 blinked in bewilderment, not sure if he had been saved or bamboozled. Vivi explained, "Can't let those other monsters have a go at you!"
Meanwhile, Zoro unsheathed his sword, ready for combat…and attacked his crewmate. Sanji, undeterred, attempted a barrage of kicks, initiating an absurd contest to determine the stronger of the two.
Koby and Nami, choosing an unconventional approach, plummeted from the sky like indignant missiles, screaming, "We are cowards!" and "We don't want to fight!" The bounty hunters, caught off guard, looked up just in time to be knocked off their feet.
Tashigi, seemingly the only one adhering to the norms of combat, engaged in battle with precision and skill.
On the outskirts of the chaos, Trafalgar Law, bored out of his mind, teleported around with disinterested efficiency, knocking out bounty hunters like a drowsy magician. His nonchalant demeanor and the monotony of his teleporting antics turned him into the unintentional buzzkill of the quirky combat display.
As raucous laughter echoed through the chaotic harbor, an abrupt silence descended, signaling the imminent arrival of Mister Five and Miss Valentine. The atmosphere shifted, thickening with an unspoken dread that permeated the air.
From the shadows emerged Mister Five, a dark and enigmatic figure radiating an aura of imminent danger. The scent of gunpowder hung in the air as he stepped into view, a malevolent grin etched on his face. Beside him, Miss Valentine, an imposing and foreboding figure, revealed herself with an eerie stillness. The very ground beneath her seemed to quiver in acknowledgment of the lethal weight concealed within her Devil Fruit power.
"Mister Five declared, imperiously. "Tremble, poor mortals, for you are about to experience the power of…"
Smoker's jitte broke a few of his teeth.
Miss Valentine screamed in surprise as a snotty-nosed pink-haired brat hit her harder than she had ever experienced.
Smoker opened the B.O.R.S.A.L.I.N.O.
"Don't go on Little Island. It is not Little. It is Big. You'll die. There is giants. And Dinosaurs.
Don't go to Drum Island either. You'll also Die, but because I'm going there and if I meet you there, it'll mean you disobeyed me. There's an eternal pose to the sand-island, well, the one of Miss Wednesday who is definitely not a Princess, hidden under your bed.
Cheers.
Read the next page when you arrive at Alabasta
PS : it's not because she's a princess you should make her training lighter. Be harsh. And Sanji, don't be sexist"
The whole crew looked at Vivi again.
"Euh…Hello, I guess. I'm Vivi, the Princess of Alabasta. Ah, and a tyrant is trying to kill my father. And he's a Warlord too. And made of sand."
The godfather, sat behind a grand mahogany desk, his stern features shadowed by the flickering light of a solitary lamp. Mafioso Bege, his trusted subordinate, entered with urgency, casting a worried glance around the room before approaching the godfather.
"Godfather Bege," Mafioso Bege began, his voice a low whisper that cut through the silence, "we've got a real problem. There's a guy out there, dressed like a Yellow Disco Ball, and he's taking out our men one by one. It's a massacre, Godfather."
The godfather's gaze, as sharp as ever, narrowed at the absurdity of the situation. "A Yellow Disco Ball?" he repeated incredulously. "Are you telling me our family is being taken down by a man in a disco outfit?"
Mafioso Bege nodded solemnly. "Yes, Godfather. He's dancing his way through our territories, leaving nothing but chaos and glitter behind."
Godfather Bege leaned back in his chair, a mixture of disbelief and frustration clouding his features. "This is a mockery, Mafioso. We are the Bege family, not the punchline of some disco-themed joke. Find out who this man is and put an end to his dance of destruction."
Just as the seriousness of the conversation seemed to reach its peak, the door swung open, and a figure dressed in a garish yellow disco ensemble strutted into the room. He had a fake afro. The Godfather turned to face the intruder, their expressions a mix of shock and disbelief.
"Bege, my man! Long time no see," the man in yellow exclaimed, twirling on the spot. "I hope you don't mind the disco fever I'm spreading."
Godfather Bege, maintaining his composure, glared at the intruder. "Who the hell are you?"
The man in yellow laughed, a sinister disco beat accompanying his every move. "Call me the Disco Demolisher! I'm here to groove on your family, Bege. They call it the dance of death!"
He wiggled strangely, and smiled.
In a flurry of disco-inspired moves, the man in yellow unleashed a deadly assault on the Bege family members in the room. Balls of light spun in the air, and glitter rained down as he made swift work of the once-powerful mafia members.
As chaos ensued, Godfather Bege remained untouched. Panic etched across his face, he pleaded for his life in the face of the relentless Disco Demolisher.
"Please, spare me! I beg you! I've got a family, a reputation to uphold!" Godfather Bege pleaded, his tough exterior crumbling under the glittery onslaught.
The Disco Demolisher, smiling through his flamboyant yellow getup, paused mid-disco move. "Spare your life, huh? Well, Bege, I suppose we can work something out. How about a deal, my friend?"
Bege, still catching his breath, cautiously nodded. "A deal? What kind of deal?"
The Disco Demolisher leaned in, his shiny disco ball earrings casting dazzling reflections. "I'm a man of style and flair, Bege. I'll spare your life, but in exchange, I need a few favors. A little quid pro quo, if you will."
Bege, desperate to cling to his existence, agreed hesitantly, "Favors? What kind of favors?"
Kizaru smiled like a devil.
"Your Devil's fruit is uniquely suited for smuggling…And you shall not tell anyone ! It will be our little secret ! You'll be my personal backpack ! Like in Dora the explorer ! But I'm Borsa the Explorer !"
"NOOOOOOOOOO"
