Marineford 3
Hi everyone! Think this is the longest chapter(?) I ever wrote. There's one thing I want to retcon in the story. In the Drum island arc I mentioned that Frisk was 16? I initally chose that age because I thought she might be too young but you know what it's kinda weird for me now so I'm going to revert the age back to 10 and edit it. Besides that, Thanks to mori_illust for the commision. It's everything I wanted. Enjoy! If you want to see the commissioned art for this chapter, you're going to have to check this story on ao3 or check out my profile because doesn't allow images. Thank you!
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As Frisk navigated the complex web of Marineford's defenses, weaving through clusters of Marines too preoccupied with their duties to notice her, the atmosphere grew heavier, charged with the imminence of an event that would forever alter the course of many lives. The sun climbed higher, its rays casting stark shadows against the fortress's stone, a silent witness to the unfolding drama. The crowd's murmur swelled to a restless tide as word spread like wildfire: Portgas D. Ace was now being escorted to the execution platform. Frisk, blending in with the environment in her Seaman recruit disguise, saw Ace chained up walking up to the platform with dignity. His head was held high, eyes calm, accepting of his fate yet unbroken in spirit. Frisk's gaze followed Ace. She saw the silent strength that emanated from him. Not born from physical power but an unwavering will to protect those he loved, even at the cost of his own life.
Frisk didn't follow his gaze for long as she knew that was imminent. The mission was clear. The key to Ace's handcuff. The most important part of the plan. Frisk went inside the Fortress. Using Frisk's skill of stealth and cunning, Frisk observed the guard's patterns, looking for any lapse in their vigilance. The chaos outside, the sound of preparations, the anxious orders being shouted- everything contributed to a tension that Frisk used to her advantage. Her heart was pounding with intense focus. The door to the key's chamber loomed ahead, guarded by officers who were nervous for the war.
Frisk waited, hidden in the shadows, Seeing that the guards were not going to move. Frisk decided to throw a rock to distract them.
"Who goes there!" Exclaimed the guards and they went to go to the source of the sound.
Moving with a quiet swiftness, she edged closer, her every sense alert to the danger of discovery. Before the guards, Frisk slipped inside. Inside, there were maps and plans laid across the table, on the secure wall mount, was a key. She reached out, her fingers brushing against the cool metal. The moment Frisk's fingers closed around the key, a sharp click echoed ominous through the room - a sound far louder in the tense silence than she had anticipated. Her heart skipped a beat. As she turned to make her escape, the door burst open, and guards flooded in, their faces a mask if surprise and immediate suspicion.
"Thief! Intruder!" The shouts cascaded down the corridors, transforming the quiet anticipation of the fortress into a hive of alerted activity. Sirens wailed, a cacophonous symphony to chaos. The key secure in her grasp. Sealth was thrown out of the window now. With the Marines chasing her now and the disguise no longer useful, she switched back to her regular clothing. She could faintly hear a Marine talking on a transponder snail probably to notify about Frisk.
The chase was a blur of motion and adrenaline, Frisk's agility and quick thinking against the Marine guards. She ducked under the swinging arms, weaving through the gaps, her every move a dance on the razor's edge of capture. The fortress, once a silent predator, was now alive with the pursuit.
"I repeat! We're chasing a thief! It's a small child that was diguised. Wait.. It's the pirate "The Child Fr-"
Then, without warning, the world itself seemed to rise in rebellion. A deep, guttural roar resonated through Marineford, a sound more felt than heard, as the very foundations of the fortress trembled. The chase ground to a halt, everyone thrown off balance as the might of Whitebeard's power manifested. Walls cracked, floors heaved, and space itself seemed to warp.
In the chaos, Frisk found her opening. However before Frisk is able to run, she clutched her side, where the pain flared with an intensity. She remembered the pouch Kureha had given her before she left Drum Isalnd - a final gesture from the doctor who had become like a grandmother to her.
With trembling hands, Frisk pulled out the medicine pouch, her fingers brushing against the coarse fabric. Opening it, she found the pills Kureha had prepared. Swallowing two of the medicines, Frik sent a silent prayer of thanks to Kureha whispered in her mind. "Thank you, Kureha" she thought. The medicine with Kureha's expertise, had an immediate effect. The pain, though not entirely vanquished, eased to a manageable throb, allowing Frisk to gather herself before the Marines recovered.
With a surge of determination, she navigated through the disoriented Marines, her focus singular - escape delivered the key. Frisk emerged from the fortress, the sight that greeted her was one of apocalyptic majesty. Tsunamis, monstrous and unforgiving, loomed over Marineford, halted by Aokiji's intervention, creating a frozen plain at bay. The battle had begun, the air thick with the sound of war cries and clashing powers.
Behind Frisk, she could hear the Marines trying to chase Frisk again. She no longer had the power to RESET or SAVE. however, the flame of determination burned even brighter. This was not just a mission to deliver a key; it was a testament to her will to make a difference, to stand for something greater than herself. In a world where every action could be her last. For so long, her journey had been marked by caution, a reliance on her unique abilities to navigate the world's challenges with a safety net that few possessed.
Gripping the key tightly, Frisk stared at the execution stand. With a deep breath, Frisk charged forward.
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Frisk's path crossed once more with Captain T-bone, however, this time it was a confrontation, charged with heavy burden of duty and conviction.
As Frisk dashed towards the execution platform, her focus singular and unwavering, she spotted Captain T-bone ahead, his expression a mixture of shock and resolute determination. The captain, loyal to his duties yet torn by the memories of their previous encounter, stood firm, his sword drawn, a barrier to Frisk's goal.
"Flowey… or should I say, Frisk," Captain T-Bone's voice boomed over the din of battle, his use of her true name marking the gravity of their confrontation. "I cannot let you pass. It is my duty to protect this place and uphold justice. Please… Surrender. I do not wish to cut down a child…"
Frisk halted, her resolve tested by the sight of the captain standing in her way. She understood the weight of T-Bone's words. He was a man of honor, bound by his oath, yet confronted with a situation that challenged the very notions of right and wrong he held dear.
With a quiet intensity, Frisk replied, "Captain T-Bone, you are a kind man, and I will always be grateful for your kindness. But I must do this. I must save Ace. Please, stand aside."
The air between them thickened, charged with the impending clash of ideals made manifest. With a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the world, T-Bone charged, his sword against Frisk's stick.
In the brief moment, as steel met wood, something remarkable happened. There was a shockwave of energy that slammed the captain into the ground with Frisk passing by.
"I'm sorry, Captain. You are a kind and honorable man. I wish there was another way," Frisk whispered.
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Frisk pushed forward, slowly being worn down and injured as she weaved through the chaos. However, a sudden, unexpected silence fell over the battlefield. Capturing the breath of every combatant, friend and foe alike. Frisk drew her gaze upwards to the frozen tsunamis that towered over Marineford like silent sentinels.
There, atop the crest of the colossal wave of ice, a spectacle unfolded that seemed to defy reality itself. Figures appeared, plummeting from the sky, their descent a dramatic intrusion into the tense tableau below. At their lead was a familiar figure, one who Frisk felt like it's been forever. Monkey D. Luffy, along with ragtag ensembles of Warriors from Impel Down, making their grand entrance.
Even though Frisk believed, seeing Luffy here right now was a blazing beacon of hope. For a moment, Frisk allowed herself a smile. The Marines, seizing the opportunity, moved to surround Frisk. The time for subtlety had passed and now that Luffy was here, it was time to fully go out. Frisk centered herself, reaching deep inside the well of power. A force born from her indomitable spirit. A storm brewed above where Frisk stood.
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Luffy navigated the chaotic battlefield of Marineford, adversaries formidable and relentlessly obstructed his path. The encounter with strong Marines and Mihawk had left him reeling. Luffy's attention was on the execution stand where his brother was. It seemed there was a different commotion near the execution platform. The air itself seemed to tremble, an atmospheric pressure that meant something was coming. Then, without warning, an explosion of shockwave energy erupted, a thunderous roar accompanied by streams of black energy laced with red, crackling skyward in a vertical beam of undeniable power.
The effect was instantaneous and devastating. Marines were flying away from the shockwave with Marines left unconscious, some even leaving some of the Vice Admirals even struggling to stay conscious. This was a clear demonstration of Conqueror's Haki unleashed with a magnitude and precision that left no room for doubt. This was no ordinary display of willpower; it was a declaration, a challenge. But from who? It wasn't from Whitebeard.
Eyes were drawn to the power source where a crater was formed. Shocked reactions rippled through ranks of pirates and Marines alike, a mixture of awe and fear at the raw display of strength. As the aftermath of Frisk's display of Conqueror's Haki settled over the battlefield, a murmur began to ripple through the ranks of both Marines and pirates. The sheer magnitude of power exhibited by a seemingly young child had caught many off guard. A piece of whispered information began to spread like wildfire, adding fuel to the growing intrigue surrounding Frisk. "That child has a bounty of 250,000,000 Berries! "The Child Frisk!" The youngest highest bounty ever!" One Marine muttered to another, his eyes wide in disbelief.
"Conqueror Haki's… Just like Red Hair Shanks and our Boss!" Exclaimed a pirate.
"What's with me having to deal with difficult children." Muttered Aokiji
"I knew that I should have ended her in Sabaody~" Said Kizaru
"..." Akainu looked at where Frisk was intensely.
Vice Admiral Momonga, having witnessed it already, was among those who recognized the grave implications of her actions. What Frisk did at Enies Lobby was not a fluke. Momonga's voice cut through the murmurs, commanding the attention.
"We cannot let that child escape," he declared. "Conqueror Haki itself is already one in millions but to have it at such a young age… We must apprehend her before she becomes an even greater threat!"
Meanwhile, on the pirate's side, the revelation of Frisk's bounty and the display of her Haki served as a rallying point. "We can't be out done by a child! If a kid can fight back this hard to Marines, what are we waiting for?! CHARGE!" A pirate shouted.
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Sakura Kingdom
Dr. Kureha was in the castle watching the broadcast of the events unfolding at Marineford through a small screen with Dalton, the new king of the Sakura Kingdom. Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared on the screen, a sight that caused Kureha's heart to skip a beat. It was Frisk, Injured and battered but fighting there. Frisk's display of Conqueror's Haki illuminated the screen, a surge of power that left both allies and enemies in awe, Kureha's grip on her glass tightened, her sharp eyes betraying a storm of emotions. Dalton, standing beside her, watched in silent respect, his own concern for the young child mirrored in his steady gaze.
"Look at her go.. Hehehe" Kureha muttered with her voice trembling. It was clear that despite Kureha's act, she worried for Frisk. Dalton turned to Kureha, his expression thoughtful, touched by a hint of concern. "Kureha, why did you let her go? Knowing the dangers, and… She's just a child," he asked, his voice devoid of accusation but heavy with the unspoken weight of Frisk's burden she is carrying right now.
"Kureha scoffed, a sound that seemed to dance between amusement and defiance. She turned to face Dalton, her sharp gaze piercing the dimly lit room. "That child ran away from me. Little brat would have run away with or without my consent." Kureha then made a more somber expression. "Frisk has already seen and experienced far more than many adults could in several lifetimes. It's sad, really,"
"But… The biggest reason," Kureha continued, finding her stried once more, "Is something she said herself. That she wants to live a life without regrets… How could I argue with that? It would be foolish of me to just view this as a regular child saying that. To stand in the way of such resolve would be to deny her very existence."
Dalton nodded. Even the few times Dalton saw Frisk, Dalton knew that the child was different. The broadcast flickered, images of the battle giving way as the last den-den-mushi was disconnected.
Kureha's gaze drifted back to the silent screen. "She's making choices that will define her, facing consequences that many would shy away from." Kureha stood up abruptly, declared, "Well, that's my cue to get more booze."
Dalton watched as she moved towards her stash, noting the rigid set of her shoulders and the white-kunckled grip on the bottle. It was clear to him, despite her outward bravado, that Kureha was deeply affected by the sight of Frisk in the heart of danger. The bottle, still unopened, remained in her hand, a silent testament to her concern. She hadn't taken a single sip, her usual remedy for unease left untouched.
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For Luffy, amidst the confusion and chaos, there was an immediate recognition, a sense of familiarity that pierced through.
"Frisk!" Exclaimed Luffy breaking the silence. The realization that Frisk was here. The sight of his friend, once lost but now here, excited him. He was a little disappointed that it wasn't Zoro he saw in Impel Down but rather Bon-chan disguising but Luffy knew that it was actually Frisk this time. Frisk turned to see Luffy with a smile. However, in the fleeting moment of shared happiness between Luffy and Frisk, the battlefield's cruel reality reasserted itself. With now the view clear, a figure of imposing power and a presence with a large destruction was standing behind Fris. It was Admiral Akainu, who had his eyes fixed on Frisk with intensity.
"A pirate child with this much Conqueror's Haki… Is not allowed to live," Akainu declared, his voice a low rumble of Volcanice menace. The air around him shimmered with heat, as he readied his attack, his arm transforming into a lethal mass of molten magma, aimed directly at Frisk.
Frisk, still reeling from the exertion of unleashing her Conqueror's Haki, barely had time to react. With determination etched into her features, she faced the incoming threat head-on. The clash was inevitable, a collision of maga meeting the indomitable spirit. For a brief, heart-stopping moment, Frisk's resolve met Akainu's magma punch, a spectacle of power and defiance that illuminated the battlefield.
This encounter, however, was as brief as it was intense. Frisk, her energy already drained from the shockwave of Conqueror's Haki, lead to Frisk being overpowered and the clash resulted in searing pain as the magma burned through her defenses, launching her backward with a force that tore through air. Frisk hureld across the battlefield, their body a mere stonely being bounced across like stone skipping. Each impact with the ground sent shockwaves through their frame.
"FRISK!" Screamed Luffy at the top of his lungs trying to catch Frisk. Luffy used Gear 2nd to blitz through and catch Frisk before she flew any further. There was a shockwave as Luffy caught Frisk. As Luffy lay Frisk on the ground, the pain from her injuries evident in her every breath, Luffy knelt beside her, his expression a tumultuous mix of concern, anger, and resolve. His eyes, burning with a fierce intensity, occasionally flicked toward Akainu.
"Frisk, you're hurt badly… We need to get you out of here," Luffy said, his voice thick with worry, his hand hovering over her, unsure of how best to help.
Frisk, despite the evident pain, managed a weak smile, her gaze locking with Luffy's "Luffy, I'm happy to see you," she whispered, her voice strained yet imbued with a warmth that belied her condition. "But we're heare for Ace, remember? We can't let anything distract us from that."
In a gesture that spoke volumes of their bond, Frisk reached up, her hands gently grasping Luffy's iconic straw hat from around his neck. With a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the chaos surrounding them, she placed it on her own head. "I want you to protect your treasure just as you've protected mine," she said, a smile playing on her lips despite the grimace of pain that followed.
"Luffy, you have the same power as me," Frisk continued, her voice growing weaker yet filled with conviction. "I can feel it, you're going to change the world, become the King of the Pirates, and your dream-" A harsh cough wracked Frisk's body, drawing a deeper frown from Luffy, who moved to support her further. But Frisk, with a surprising burst of strength, gave Luffy a light smack. "Go, save your brother. I'll be right behind you, I promise," she insisted, pushing him towards his destiny. Luffy's eyes hardened with determination, the depth of his resolve mirrored in the set of his jaw. "Yeah," he said firmly, standingup and facing the battlefield once more. "We'll save Ace, and we'll all leave this place together. Oi Jinbe! I've got an Idea! Take care of Frisk after!" "Okay!" Exclaimed Jinbe With one last look at Frisk, Luffy turned and dashed toward the heart of the battle. As Luffy disappeared into the melee, as Frisk collapsed to the floor Jinbe caught her. The toll of her injuries were now overwhelming her. Lying there, with Luffy's straw hat atop her head. "The Strawhat Pirates… You guys are just as crazy as your captain. You are amazing… kid." Said Jinbe