Hello! I updated again because after seeing the commission I just wanted to write more! Thank you always for reading. P.S, would you want me to reply to comments more? I always read them but I am shy.

Marineford 4

As Jinbe the former Warlord of the Sea, navigated the chaotic Marineford battlefield with Frisk in his care, out of the shadows, a figure emerged literally. Gecko Moria, having suffered a defeat at Jinbe's hands earlier in the conflict, appeared once more, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of malice and opportunity. The sight of Frisk, vulnerable in Jinbe's arm, sparked a dark intent within Moria. The latent potential and the raw power of the Conqueror's Haki that Frisk possessed, witnessing it in Thriller Bark and seeing it again here reaffirmed his idea.

"Moira," Jinbe growled, his stance defensive, aware of the threat Moria posed not just to him but to the child he was entrusted to protect. "You've already been defeated. Leave us while I give you the chance. This time, I will make it more permanent." Said Jinbe in a threatening tone.

Moria's laugh was a hollow sound, echoing the depths of his ambition and his desperation.

"Kishishishi! You think you can attack me while protecting that little brat?! That Conqueror's Haki of hers. It will be mine!"

Moria launched his attacks with aggressiveness with Jinbe on the defensive. Normally this outcome would be like the previous encounter but he couldn't without risking Frisk's safety. As the clash continued, through a cunning feint, momentarily distracted Jinbe causing him drop Frisk with Moira grabbing Frisk.

"No!" yelled Jinbe

"It's too late! Kishishishi! Now, I will have a zombie with Conqueror's Haki! Moira grabbed Frisk's shadow and immediately tried to use his scissors to sever the shadow. However, where the shadow should have been easily cut with Moria pressing down on his scissors, the scissors wouldn't budge further not even cutting a single part of the shadow.

Moria pressed harder, his frustration mounting, but it was as if he was trying to cut through Sea Prism Stone itself. The shadow of Frisk, seemingly delicate and vulnerable in her unconscious state, was impenetrable. Even in Frisk's weakest moment, it was her indomitable will that refused to yield.

Confusion and anger warped Moria's features as he battled resistance. "WHY?! WHY CAN'T I CUT IT?" he snarled, his efforts growing more desperate, more frenzied. It was incomprehensible to him, a defiance of the very laws that governed his powers. Frisk's Haki, her will, was something that could not be bent, broken, or stolen by the likes of Moria.

In that moment of Moria's bewilderment and rage, Jinbe saw his opportunity. With a roar that echoed throughout the battlefield, Jinbe unleashed a devastating counterattack. His

"SAMEGAWARA…SEIKEN! (Shark-tile punch)

His fist, powered by the full might of his resolve and desire to save the child, connected with Moira's face, sending the shocked Warlord flying with the impact of a hard knockdown. Moria's form crumpled upon landing.

With Moria vanquished, Jinbe quickly moved to secure Frisk. However, as Whitebeard created shook the island and the oceans with his power, everyone tilted heavily with many unprepared falling into the fissures. Jinbe's steadfast grip on Frisk faltered and slipped away from him and fell through the cracks.

"Frisk!" Exclaimed Jinbe

As Frisk almost fell through the crack, a hand reached out, his hand grabbing Frisk's arm in the nick of time.

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In the chaotic warzone that Marineford had become, Coby and Helmeppo found themselves overwhelmed. They were hiding from the terrifying display of Whitebeard's power to Admiral Akainu's ruthless demonstration of justice, a cold-blooded act against a fellow Marine that left them both shocked and scared. The horror of the act cemented their fears, rendering them paralyzed, questioning the very ideals they have sworn to uphold.

As they grappled with their turmoil, Whitebeard's powers once again shifted the world around them, tilting the ocean and the island in an act that defied nature. Amidst the ensuing chaos, a figure caught Coby's eye- a child falling toward one of the newly created abysses, her trajectory sure a path to oblivion.

Coby didn't know why, but in that instant, his body reacted with a mind of its own. Every fiber of his being propelled him forward, moving him from the relative safety of their hideout directly into the path of danger. There was no time for thought, no moment for hesitation; there was only the undeniable urge to act, to save the falling child.

Helmeppo, realizing what Coby was about to do, reached out with a frantic, "Coby!" But it was too late. Coby was already dashing across the shifting ground, his focus solely on the figure of Frisk as she descended towards the abyss.

His heart raced but he found himself in a calm and determination that even surprised him. Coby leapt forward, extending his hand in a desperate grasp, he caught Frisk, pulling her back from the edge and into the relative safety of his arms.

Coby sighed a breath of relief

"Wha- What are you doing Coby?! You will be killed yourself! Why did you do that?!" Screamed Helmeppo

"My… body moved on its own?" said Coby in a questioning tone.

As Coby sacrificed his grasp on Frisk, saving her from falling into the abyss, a voice called out from the distance, cutting through the cacophony of battle. "Thank you for saving her! Keep her safe for a little longer! I'm on my way!" It was Jinbe, his voice carrying the unmistakable timbre of gratitude and urgency. From afar, Jinbe had witnessed the moment of Frisk's near fall and Jinbe sighed with relief too. Jinbe hastened to try to go where they were.

Coby thought about what Helmeppo asked, tuning out all his other rants. Why? It was an important question. Coby's mind raced with the implications of his actions. He was scared and terrified that much is still true. But unlike running away from the war and hiding, he ran in danger and acted against his fear. What drove him was something deeper. He looked down at Frisk who he was holding. Limp and shallow breathing with cuts, bruises, and burns from the ongoing battle. This little kid was literally fighting the world. Frisk was strong in ways that few ever were. This strength, he has seen with other strong individuals. Like Garp, Luffy, even Zoro. Coby realized what they all had. Conviction.

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In the immediate aftermath of the rescue, Coby cradled the unconscious Frisk in his arms in hopes to find a semblance of safety. The battle raged around them with relentless intensity. The air was thick with the sound of explosions and cries. Each step was a gamble, each breath a sigh of relief as they dodged the chaos that seemed intent on claiming them as its next victims. Their progress was fought with peril, the young Marines barely able to avoid all the attacks that came from all directions, their uniforms singed, their faces marked with the close calls that had become all too frequent.

Then, a new threat emerged- a large piece of debris, torn from the very heat of the battle, hurled toward them with lethal velocity. Its shadow loomed large, a harbinger of destruction that promised to end their mission and lives in a single crushing blow.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!" Panic gripped Coby and Helmeppo as they realized the futility of escape; the debris was too fast, too close, and their options too few.

In that moment of despair, when all seemed lost, a figure appeared as with its imposing figure- Bartholomew Kuma. The Shichibukai's towering presence was both a relief and a new source of confusion. Without a word, without a gesture of acknowledgment beyond his inscrutable gaze, Kuma raised a hand toward the oncoming debris.

With a swift motion, the debris disappeared, repelled far away into the ocean. Kuma's intervention was as brief as it was mysterious. His gaze lingered on Frisk for a moment, a silent contemplation that none could decipher. As Kuma turned for his departure, a sudden, harsh cough broke the tense silence. Coby and Helmeppo turned their attention back to Frisk, whose eyes fluttered open, a glint of consciousness returning momentarily. The violence of her coughing fit underscored the severity of her condition, pulling a worried gasp from both Marines.

"Frisk!" they both exclaimed in unison, concern etched deeply on their faces as they leaned closer, unsure how to aid her.

Through the pain and the fog of returning unconsciousness, Frisk's gaze found Kuma, the figure retreating back into the war. Frisk reached her hand out towards Kuma. With a strained voice, touched by a mix of gratitude and recognition, she whispered, "See…? You have such a kind soul…" Her words were a bridge to a past encounter, a memory of Thriller Bark.

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Flashback Thriller bark

"I… I know…. Of a king that was also… Cough … called a tyrant… However.. Cough… Cough.. I knew that he… burdened himself with the sins of everyone so that no one would have to… " - Frisk

"..." - Kuma

Frisk smiled and tears started to drop.

"I see a very similar man in front of me… A kind hearted soul- Cough Cough Cough!" - Frisk

Frisk was at her absolute limit. Frisk knelt and made eye contact with Zoro one last time.

"I'll leave the rest to you… Zoro.." - Frisk

Flashback end

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Kuma paused, the slightest hesitation in his step, as if the words had reached through the programming of his role and touched something deeply buried within him. However, it disappeared just as quickly and he disappeared into the heat of battle.

Frisk's consciousness faded once more, her body going limp in their arms, the two young Marines left the scene confused but thankful.

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As Coby and Helmeppo continued to run away, someone unexpected emerged, courtesy of the Pirate Empress, Boa Hancock. Coby and Helmeppo stopped with Hancock, her presence as commanding as it was sudden.

With a haughty toss of her hair, Hancock regarded Coby and Helmeppo with a look that could freeze the sea itself. "Stand aside, give the child to me." she declared, her voice leaving no room for objection and started walking towards where Coby was holding Frisk. As Boa Hancock made her imperious declaration, Coby's instincts kicked in, his sense of duty and concern for Frisk compelling him to hesitate. "Wait, we can't just-" he started, his voice a mixture of caution and respect trying to hide Frisk away from Hancock. The young Marine knew well of Hancock's reputation and her unique stance towards men, but Frisk's safety mattered more to him.

Hancock, for her part, regarded Coby with a piercing gaze, her annoyance with men, in general, a well-known fact. Yet, as she looked at him, something in Coby's earnest expression and the genuine worry etched on his features softened her response. "I have no intention of harming her," Hancock stated, her voice still carrying the command of an Empress but tinged with a hint of reassurance. "I am here to ensure her safety, an ally for Luffy."

Helmeppo, still skeptical, looked ready to protest further, but Coby, sensing the sincerity in Hancock's words, intervened. "It's okay, Helmeppo," he said, his voice steady. With a gentle, almost reverent care, Coby carefully transferred Frisk into Hancock's arms. "Please, take care of her," he implored.

Hancock, taking Frisk into her care, nodded once. Hancock walked away from where Coby and Helmeppo were with the two seeing Hancock disappear with Frisk.

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As Hancock cradled Frisk in her arms, her gaze softened, a rare occurrence for the Empress known for her stoic and often ruthless demeanor. "A member of Lufy's crew, and such a small child at that," she mused, a hint of admiration in her voice. The revelation of Frisk's possession of the Conqueror's Haki, a power so pure and strong.

A whimsical thought crossed Hancock's mind, a flight of fancy that drew a blush to her cheeks and a dreamy expression to her eyes. "A child, huh? If she marries Luffy, their child will be so strong-" Her thoughts spiraled into fantastical territories, imagining a future filled with the laughter of children as powerful and charismatic as their parents.

But the imagination proved too much for Hancock's composure. The empress, usually so poised and commanding, found herself overwhelmed by the heat of her imagination. She fanned herself vigorously, attempting to cool the flush of excitement and embarrassment that colored her face. Miraculously, no pirate or Marine saw her in that state.

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As Jinbe approached, his eyes landed on Boa Hancock holding Frisk protectively in her arms. The scene before him was almost surreal, a mix of concern and the absurd as he prepared to deal with this situation.

"Hancock, Can I get Frisk back?" Jinbe asked, his voice calm but firm.

Hancock's eyes narrowed, a spark of defiance lighting up within her. "You dare think I can't protect the child of Luffy's and mine?!" she retorted, her voice rising in a blend of indignation and fantasy. In her mind, the line between reality and her daydreams of a life with Luffy blurred ever so slightly, casting Frisk in the role of their child. This was happening as Hancock was kicking the Marines and pirates with Jinbe also fighting along.

Jinbe sighed, a deep, resigned exhale that spoke volumes of his patience and the peculiarities he had come to expect from Hancock. Though their interactions had been limited to the occasional meeting of the Seven Warlords and in Impel Down when Jinbe thought Hancock was down there to mock Ace, Hancock's… Unique attitude towards Luffy was not lost on him.

"Hancock," Jinbe began again, choosing his words with care, "Luffy entrusted me with her safety. It's my responsibility to ensure she's protected."

The statement sparked a visible struggle within Hancock, a dramatic pause as she weighed her wild fantastical desires against the weight of Luffy's request. The conflict played on her face.

Before the squabble could escalate further, a weak cough interrupted them. Frisk's eyes fluttered open, her consciousness returning to her battered body. Jinbe and Hancock both turned their attention to her, concern etched on their faces.

"I… I need to go where Luffy is," Frisk murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, yet carrying a determination that defied her physical state.

The request was met with immediate rejection by Jinbe and Hancock, their voices overlapping in a chorus of concern.

"It's too dangerous," Jinbe insisted

"You must rest, child. You are not well," Hancock added, her tone softening, the Empress momentarily set aside for the caretaker within.

"I.. Promised…Luffy's fighting out there… I need to be there for him. He's fighting to save his brother…" Her words trailed off, but the intensity behind them was palpable.

Tears began to stream down Frisk's face, each drop a testament to the weight of the promise she held within her heart. For Frisk, the battle raging around them was not just a clash of pirates and Marines. It was a reflection of her own struggles, of desperate attempts to save someone dear to her in a world that seemed bent against them. The memories of trying to save Asriel, of facing insurmountable odds with nothing but hope and determination, mirrored the desperation with which Luffy fought to save Ace.

Both Jinbe and Hancock, despite having only just met Frisk, could see the connection between her resolve and Luffy's

For a moment, the battlefield seemed to recede, the noise and chaos fading into the background as Jinbe and Hancock witnessed the strength of Frisk's spirit. With a deep breath, Jinbe spoke.

"Alright," Jinbe said, his voice firm yet gentle, acknowledging the depth of Frisk's feelings. "It will be dangerous, but we will make sure you get there. Together, we will help Luffy save his brother."

Hancock nodded in agreement. "Yes, for Luffy," she echoed.

"Thank… You"

Surprisingly, before they left, Hancock passed Frisk to Jinbe. They were now headed towards the execution platform, the heart of Marineford where the battle raged fiercely.

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As Jinbe, Hancock, and Frisk neared the execution platform, their path crossed with that of Dracule Mihaw, the World's Greatest Swordsman. His presence alone was enough to send ripples of tension through the air, his infamous blade Yoru gleaming ominously at his side. Jinbe and Hancock tensed, recognizing the threat Mihawk represented, his entire being on high alert as he prepared to defend Frisk against any potential attack.

However, to their surprise, Mihawk showed no interest in drawing his weapon against them. His eyes, sharp and discerning, rested on Frisk with a curiosity different from his usual disinterest. "I have no intention of cutting down a child, defenseless or not," Mihawk stated, his voice carrying a tone of indifference that clashed with the intensity of his gaze.

Yet, it was clear that Frisk had caught his attention in a way few ever had. "The latent power within this child… One of a kind," Mihawk continued, his observation hinting at a depth of insight few could claim to possess. "It's different from the boy…Intriguing."

Jinbe, still wary, listened closely, unsure of Mihawk's intention but relieved at the swordsman's apparent disinterest in harming Frisk.

Mihawk's gaze lingered on Frisk for a moment longer before he turned away, his interest satisfied for now. As Mihawk turned to leave, a faint, yet determined voice stopped him in his tracks. Frisk weakly said, "Zoro is going to defeat you." The bold declaration, coming from such a fragile state, caught everyone off guard. Jinbe and Hancock exchanged stressed glances, fearing the possible repercussions of provoking the World's Greatest Swordsman.

To their surprise and slight dismay, a rare sound broke the tension- a laugh from Mihawk himself, a sound so seldom heard that it seemed almost out of place amidst the severity of the battlefield.

"I'm looking forward to it," he responded, a glint of genuine amusement and anticipation in his eyes, before disappearing into the war.

Jinbe and Hancock relaxed slightly, the immediate threat having passed. As Jinbe, Hancock, and Frisk drew near to the heart of the battle at Marineford, the air became thick with the sounds of warfare at its most ferocious. This was it, the finale.