Chapter 14 - The Light God
The golden city of Skypiea basked in its usual brilliance as Admiral Kizaru, covered in a thief hat (yes, it existed) tiptoed through its streets with the grace of a lightbeam. His mission: to liberate a ton or two of gold whenever the fancy struck him, and disappearing with it - all while avoiding a run-in with the mighty Enel : it would not do to deprive his crew of a future learning experience, after all.
For weeks, Kizaru had danced through the city, heating gold with his radiant light, putting it in Bege, and disappearing before anyone could catch him. He was so fast that nobody could ever cat…
"Who dares meddle with my divine treasure? I got you, thief ! "
Kizaru froze, his light flickering uncertainly. Slowly turning around, he found himself face to face with Enel, the self-proclaimed god of Skypiea, looking rather displeased.
In a clash of titans, Enel and Kizaru faced off, their powers colliding in a violent dance of lightning and light. The sky above them crackled with energy as Enel unleashed bolts of lightning, attempting to strike down the enigmatic admiral.
Kizaru, nimble and formidable, countered with swift and precise strikes of light, creating a dazzling display. Despite the violence of the confrontation, it was over in the blink of an eye.
Enel, not accustomed to dealing with an opponent as fast as Kizaru, found himself overwhelmed. In a blinding display of speed and precision, Kizaru delivered a lethal strike with his armament Haki, bringing the self-proclaimed god to a swift and unceremonious end.
As the sky returned to its calm state, Kizaru stood alone, the tension dissipating along with the threat that once loomed over Skypiea's celestial expanse.
"Oopsie…I need to prepare another learning opportunity, now…Ah, I'm really a good Mentor"
He looked at the dead God.
"If he had armement Haki, it could have gone…Maybe the first person with the potential to be faster than me. Well, no need to hide while taking the gold, now ! Eheh…"
In the midst of Jaya's bustling chaos, Sarquiss and Bellamy the Hyena were strutting around like peacocks, thinking they owned the joint. Suddenly, the scene took a strange turn with the entrance of Sanji, the flamboyant cook, and Zoro, the swordsman with a sense of direction as reliable as a soggy map. Engrossed in their usual squabble, the two marines paid zero attention to the so-called kings of chaos.
"Oi, moss-for-brains, try dodging this!" Sanji declared, unleashing a flurry of rapid kicks.
Zoro, half-heartedly evading while wielding his swords, shot back, "Curly brows, you're gonna need more than that to impress me."
Amidst their absurd clash, Sanji's whirling kicks and Zoro's flailing swords created a chaotic whirlwind. Unbeknownst to the dueling duo, Marquis and Bellamy became unwitting victims, tumbling like a pair of dominoes in the wake of the marine's fight.
"Oï! Pay attention to where you're going, shitheads! Do you know who we are?"
Zoro and Sanji looked at them.
When the defeated pirates groggily woke up, they were greeted by the sight of Commodore Smoker wearing a sly grin. "Looks like you two need a hand…"
In the opulent throne room of Amazon Lily, Boa Hancock, the epitome of beauty and grace, sat on her regal throne. Flanked by her two equally stunning sisters, Sandersonia and Marigold, the atmosphere was charged with an air of authority as they discussed matters of utmost importance for the Kuja Pirates.
Amidst the weighty deliberations, a distant yet unmistakable sound of disco music began to infiltrate the grand chamber. The rhythm, both enchanting and unexpected, caught Boa's attention. A subtle, mysterious smile graced her lips as she felt the magnetic pull of the beats. With a delicate, almost shy gesture, she put a strand of her lustrous hair behind her ear, an act that accentuated her unparalleled allure.
The music seemed to wrap around her like an invisible dance partner, heightening the mystique of the Snake Princess. As her sisters exchanged puzzled glances, Sandersonia ventured, "Hancock, what's that noise? Is someone approaching the island?"
Marigold, equally intrigued, added, "And why do you look so... red ?"
With a dismissive wave of her hand, Boa responded, her voice carrying an undercurrent of shy confidence,
"Oh, it's nothing to concern yourselves with, my sisters. You may leave. I will attend to the matters at hand."
The GOAT was back.
The GOAT, shrouded in a disguise of silver disco glory, stood on the outskirts of Amazon Lily. His domino mask concealed his face as he hesitated at the prospect of facing the captivating empress, Boa Hancock. His heart raced with the memory of her undeniable beauty from their previous encounter.
In his Bege-backpack were the recently freed slaves. The uncharacteristically timid yet determined admiral hesitated before entering the grandeur of the empress's domain. The distant echoes of disco music seemed to dance in tandem with the rapid beats of his heart. The GOAT took a deep breath, the silver of his disco outfit gleaming as he approached the regal palace. A strand of his blonde hair fell across his forehead, adding a touch of vulnerability to the charismatic figure.
As the heavy doors to the throne room swung open, a sudden crackle of static filled the air, followed by the tones of a recorded tape. The voice, rich with dramatic flair, resonated throughout the grand chamber.
"Ladies and gentlemen, brace yourselves for an entrance of epic proportions, a dance floor extravaganza that defies the very laws of gravity! Prepare to be dazzled by the one, the only, the enigmatic maestro of liberation, the GOAT!"
The echoes of disco music swirled in anticipation as the grand entrance unfolded. In true disco fashion, the GOAT emerged with a swagger that could rival the most renowned dancers. A twirl, a flourish, and his silver disco outfit gleamed under the palace lights. Strands of blonde hair gracefully fell across his forehead, adding an accidental touch of vulnerability to the confident display.
With impeccable timing, the GOAT winked at the onlooking audience—the lone Hancock. As if choreographed to perfection, he declared in sync with the recorded tape, "Greetings, Empress Hancock! I present to you the gift of freedom, wrapped in the rhythm of liberation and the harmony of disco beats."
The GOAT's vibrant blue eyes widened in sheer surprise as he looked up, and there she was—Boa Hancock, the empress herself, standing regally behind a table that seemed to have materialized out of a dream. Two chairs, adorned with intricate patterns and seemingly designed for a dance of their own, flanked each side, and the soft glow of candlelight cast a warm and intimate ambiance over the entire scene. The flickering flames played on the silverware, creating dancing reflections that mirrored the unexpected twist of this enchanting encounter.
The table, a canvas of culinary delights, hosted an array of dishes that looked not only delectable but downright irresistible. A symphony of inviting aromas filled the air, as if the kitchen itself was serenading the GOAT to embark on a gastronomic adventure. Candles, their flames conspiring with the romantic setting, added an extra touch of magic to the moment.
With a voice that could make even the most stoic hearts skip a beat, Boa Hancock spoke, "I already received word from the infirmary. I know you dropped the ex-slaves there. For that, I am thankful. So... why don't you stay for dinner, as a thank you?"
The GOAT, momentarily caught in the spell of this unexpected enchantment, felt a warm flutter in his chest. Recovering with a playful grin, he replied, "Well, who am I to resist the invitation of an empress? Dinner it is, my lady, and may it be a feast as delightful as the dance of freedom we just shared!"
Boa Hancock, despite her regal demeanor, couldn't completely conceal the flicker of shyness and joy that danced in her eyes. He had accepted !
Commodore Smoker led his Marine crew through the dense clouds towards Skypeia, an air of intense anticipation hanging heavy among them. The mission to confront a self-proclaimed god cast a shadow of uncertainty over their journey. Zoro's vigilant gaze swept the skies, Sanji's fists clenched in heightened focus, and Tashigi's grip on her sword tightened with unwavering determination. Nami nervously checked her Log Pose, Law contemplated intricate strategies, and Koby's stoic facade masked the brewing anxiety within. As they ascended, the crew's collective resolve faced the looming unknown of challenging a supposed deity, the weight of the impending encounter palpable in the charged atmosphere.
As they descended onto Skypeia, an imposing figure in a white beret emerged to meet them. The atmosphere crackled with tension, the gravity of their encounter intensifying in the presence of this formidable individual. Zoro readied his swords, but, against all expectations, the man smiled to them and said "You must be God Kizaru "Kiddies Kiddos" ! Welcome, Welcome ! Follow me ! "
What ?
As the Marine crew traversed the utopian city, they found themselves amidst the joyful play of children who enthusiastically reenacted scenes of heroism. Laughter echoed through the air as the youngsters, with makeshift capes draped over their shoulders, proclaimed, "Aha, Bad Enel! I am the Hero, God Kizaru, and I'll vanquish you!"
Law facepalmed.
The bewildered Marines continued to follow their guide through the picturesque scene until they reached a central plaza. At its heart stood a magnificent golden statue of Kizaru, a towering tribute to the enigmatic Admiral. The intricate details of the sculpture captured his iconic pose, emanating an aura of reverence and adoration.
The man in the white beret explained to them what happened ;
"Picture this, my friends! Once upon a cloud, the citizens of Skypeia found themselves trapped in the sizzling grip of an electric demon. Life was a real shocker, but fear not, for a dazzling hero descended from the heavens, wrapped in the golden glow of his yellow suit. Entered the disco deity—God Kizaru, the master of dazzling moves and laser-powered grooves!
With a flick of his wrist, Kizaru unleashed laser beams that danced like funky beats at a cosmic disco. The electric demon got served a dazzling light show, and the citizens were set free to boogie in peace. But the divine spectacle didn't end there!
Our groovy god then orchestrated a dance-off so legendary that even the grumpiest Shandian couldn't resist tapping their feet. It was a cosmic conga line that spanned the clouds, uniting the once-warring factions in a dance of harmony. Who knew disco and lasers could be the ultimate peacemakers? Through Disco, he gave us reconciliation !
As the grand finale, Kizaru, in a move as bold as his fashion choices, reinstated Gan Fall as the high priest. The celestial bureaucracy was officially back in business, and Skypeia entered an era of greatness, ruled by the divine disco diplomat. They say the angels above joined in the applause, their halos shaking in rhythm with the funky beats. And so, the legend of God Kizaru continued to dazzle the skies of Skypeia."
The man in the white beret stepped forward, a solemn air enveloping the scene. "God Kizaru has left you a divine artifact," he announced, as if the words themselves were sacred. In a procession, four priests approached with measured steps, cradling the precious letter with utmost care. Each priest held a corner, a symbol of the collective reverence for this cosmic missive.
They presented the letter to Commodore Smoker, who received it with a sense of gravity. The weight of the divine words within seemed to permeate the air, creating a moment pregnant with significance. The crew stood in silent awe, aware that they were chosen to unravel the celestial message from the great disco deity.
He opened it.
"Heya. Killed their God by accident. Learn Mantra - well, Observation Haki You should have heard about it. You have three months. Kisses. Xoxo. Kizaru"
Smoker facepalmed, as the priests rambled something about three challenges that their God Kizaru left behind him. The first one was about blindfolding themselves and trying to hit the others with sticks.
"I'm too old for that shit".