I do not own Naruto or One Piece. I will never own either of them, and if I did I know I would be a lot happier and fling fire at all the naysayers.
"Talk" Talking
'Think' Thinking
The Holy Land Mariejois. I can tell you many things about that place, how debauched it is, or depraved. But I cannot, in fact I know little of it other than those asshole World Nobles reside there, the great Fisher Tiger burned it to the ground and freed hundreds of slaves, and that the Reverie is held there every four years.
Remember when I said I averted a useless war? Well like I mentioned earlier the Reverie is held for Kings or Queens to gather and discuss matters that could affect the world. As this is a meeting of the highest importance and a full scale war could be initiated if one king simply insults another. I never really cared one way or another, it was my first time leaving Fishman Island and I was just in freaking awe from everything. Say what you will about the World Nobles but they have good taste in buildings.
Ahem, anyways I honestly cannot recall much of the meeting. I know several were saddened that my kind weren't able to make it due to Queen Otohime's death. King Nefertari Cobra was definitely the most sincere, don't ask me how I know this but I do. After their attendance they brought the subject of Dragon "The Revolutionary".
I will never admit this, but when I saw a picture of that man my blood stopped cold. He was...terrifying. A king named Thalassa Lucas of the Ilusia Kingdom said he would become a threat to the World Government in four or five years. To this day I fully believe that and I intend to stay under the sea until it resolves itself. Ain't none of my business what humans do to each other.
There was this one fat tin-headed bastard named Wapol the King of Drum Kingdom who completely ignored the threat by picking his nose and disregarding them. Cobra took offense and humiliated the man. After four hours of bickering and me heading the the bathroom more times I could count to get rid of a headache they were giving me the Reverie ended until another four years.
I waited in the lobby for Jinbe while he cleared up something with the Gorosei. Do not ask me who they are, I don't know and Jinbe wouldn't tell me either. But out of the corer of my eye while waiting I saw Wapol strike a girl a year younger than myself, (I was ten if that helps any of you picture this). I feared that war would start, but this girl...this blue-haired girl that was no older than Shirahoshi's age stood up and said she was at fault.
Her bravery also pissed off Wapol, he had a gun and I saw him going to draw it. He would have threatened or shot her, or maybe her bodyguard. All I know is that after failing to save Queen Otohime and Shira-chan I just jumped into action.
I blindsided Wapol by kicking him in the head. He flew forward, arms flinging out and shot his damn flintlock pistol in reflex. The bullet hit no one, just a marble pillar and he went into la la land from his face smashing into a building.
I looked at the girl for ten seconds, our eyes just locked onto each others before I turned and bolted. The Marine's were coming to assess the situation and I saw Cobra racing there like a man possessed. Turning the corner I saw him embracing the girl, his daughter I knew by then. He was crying in relief.
I felt nothing but anger and shame and sadness. I couldn't protect Queen Otohime or Shira-chan, my own kind, but I saved a human. I know Otohime...she would have been proud of me, would have given me a hug and said I was a good boy and then slapped me for putting myself in danger before hugging me again.
Jinbe immediately found out about it and told me so on the ride home. He praised and chastised me for it, but he was more proud than disappointed. I however didn't know what to feel, I told him the truth. I couldn't let Wapol shoot her. End of story.
My reward for this was training with the legendary "Knight of the Sea" for the first time. He began teaching me Fishman Jujutsu, a style that went alongside Fishman Karate for underwater fighting and water manipulation.
It came to me better than swimming. (1)
Before Mr. 6 ran to shore with half his men, Gin rigged the town with timed explosives. Grenado's weren't exactly known for their super destructive capabilities, they blew up and send shrapnel and concussive force around a limited kill range, but were not known for blowing buildings up.
But as a veteran of the seas and many battles, Gin created his own little instruments of destruction through trial and error. For his trap he made sure to have a lot of high quality gunpowder in somewhat thinner casings for a bigger boom with a thicker fuse to time them for when he wanted to make a big bang.
The first building that blew up earlier was just one example of his deadly prowess, the seven after that was just a plain fuck you to the enemy. The explosions threw up thick amounts of smoke and sand, not to mention shrapnel that left the Baroque Works members screaming in agony.
"Lets go Bashura." Gin growled with enthusiasm. Without another word he jumped into the cloud of carnage.
"Someone is antsy." Bashura remarked. "But then again after doing nothing but dying I can see why. Tally-ho!" He roared out before jumping after the First Mate.
Inside the area was the smell of carnage and fear, and Gin missed it! Pocketing his grenado and pulling out one of his tonfa's with a cannon ball welded onto the end of it. He took a look at one Baroque Works member stumbling, delirious from the blasts, pulled out a flintlock pistol, and shot him right in the face.
Holstering it Gin quickly withdrew another loaded one, aimed and fired at the one with a zanbato sword gripping his head, he dropped like a sack of potatoes. Holstering it he withdrew a third one in a blink of an eye before lifting up his tonfa to block a strike from a very bloody, shrapnel embedded man with a cutlass. Gin growled as he stuck his pistol in the gut of his enemy and fired. The man went down squealing.
"That was a shot to the liver, you got a minute to live. Make most of it." He said quickly holstering his spent pistol and pulling out the last loaded one from his leather baldric. "Only three more to go, damn should have brought the shotgun."
"YOU WILL NOT TAKE OUR FOOD!" Gin was blindsided by a giant weight that stole the air from his lungs. The force of whatever was pushing him sent him out of the cloud of smoke and sand before crashing into one of the buildings.
Quickly getting to his feet Gin glared at the dead man who knocked him out of the fight. He heard the sound of a panther roaring and figured that to be Bashura.
"My brother will take care of him." Raijin said, putting one giant fist against and open one and cracked his knuckles. "You're mine, I will crack your head open like a chicken."
"Don't you mean egg?" Gin deadpanned.
"Oh yea, eggs are good too. Got any?" The youngest Idiot Brother asked, saliva escaping from the corners of his mouth.
"No..." Gin wearily answered.
"THEN YOU DIE!" The larger man screamed. Both eyes flashing brightly he rushed at him like a bull elephant.
"Big dumb bastard." The pirate muttered. Taking his time he aimed his pistol at the charging idiot, cocked back the hammer and pulled the trigger. Gin watched as the bullet left the barrel, he watched it fly through the air, and watched as it struck Raijin's forehead.
What Gin did not see was the giant man falling to the ground dead as a door nail. He expected it to punch through the front of his stupid skull, exit through his peanut-sized brain, and out the back of his stupid skull where it would hopefully hit some Baroque Works asshole. But instead the bullet bounced off Raijin's forehead, and Gin was rewarded with a full-bodied tackle that sent both him, and Raijin barreling through five buildings.
Upon reaching the sixth building Raijin walked back several steps grinning at his handy-work. Gin was firmly embedded in the wall, eyes comically wide-open in shock and missing the pistol he shot at him with. The idiotic man then brought his right hand to his forehead, lightly wincing from the bruise forming where he got shot.
"How..." Gin barely managed to cough out, staining the front of his new shirt with crimson blood. Dammit Carmen was going to be pissed at him.
"I have thick skin and very dense bones." Raijin said, tapping the side of his head with a dopey smile. "That's what mama always said." (2)
Gin only coughed and dislodged his right arm from his position in the wall. White-hot rage was beginning to fill him, getting bashed through five buildings, and learning that his usual way of dealing with opponents wasn't going to work made the former Krieg pirate very angry.
Raijin raised his right fist and punched Gin right in the chest, sending him flying through the wall of the building until he hit a couch in the living room and toppled over, his legs comically wiggling in the air.
"Fuck this with a ten foot pole wrapped in barbed wire." Rolling to the side Gin slowly got to his feet and unclipped his tonfa's with the cannon balls welded at the end of them. Gripping the handles tightly he exited through the hole that used to house his body and found a dozen Baroque Works Millions agents standing around his opponent.
"Goody, more punching bags to vent on." Gin smirked at his enemies. All armed with flint lock pistols and rifles. He was outnumbered and outgunned. The Millions agents fired on him.
Those poor bastards never stood a chance.
Using his powerful legs Gin jumped as high as he could, flipping forward, spinning his tonfas while in mid-air until he saw his victims. He lashed out striking the nearest goons on the top of their heads, and they ceased to exist a second later, cranium matter erupting in red goo and white shrapnel.
Landing on his feet Gin immediately pivoted on the ball of his right foot, spinning half a rotation using both weapons to destroy the breast bone of a Baroque Works member before ducking under a rifle swing before headbutting him in the belly. Raising his tonfa he blocked a cutlass strike that would have cut him from shoulder to belly, kicked out with his right foot, striking his opponent's knee hard enough to hear a loud popping sound. The goon cried out in pain which was ended by severe blunt force trauma to his face.
Raijin's stupid face contorted into a mask of rage, the whites in his eyes shining brightly. The giant man let out a bellow and swung his massive arms outwards. The men in his way flew away, limp like broken dolls before he even took a single step. When he reached Gin, who was busy dispatching one of the Million's members the giant man swung to crush him.
At the last second Gin rolled away, letting his current opponent take the hit that was meant for him. The seasoned pirate maneuvered his rolling body to get behind his and struck out with his tonfa. The hit echoed throughout the area like the loud slap from across a bar room from a very angry woman. Gin witnessed Raijin's round back collapse, but there was no sound of breaking bone, or of pained screaming.
Gin had to raise both his tonfa's to block a fury-driven strike that sent him skidding back thirty feet. 'He didn't feel a thing? What is he half-giant?' He thought to himself. Months ago he would have scoffed at the thought of someone being so powerful, but after witnessing Dracule "Hawk-Eyes" Mihawk destroy Don Krieg's entire armada by himself and cutting the Dreadnaught Sabre in half with one swing of his sword, and all the other crazy shit since coming to the Grand Line he thought otherwise.
"Is that all you got?" He demanded with a smirk, even though he felt both his arms screaming in protest. "You gotta punch harder than that. Maybe shedding a couple of pounds and not eating so much will actually give you some muscle fatty."
Raijin breathed steam from his nose at that remark."YOU WILL NOT TAKE MY FOOD AWAY FROM ME!"
"Oh quit your bitching fatty." Gin lightly winced from the volume. The lungs on this guy was impressive, usually people like him struggled to breathe. "I starved, and nearly died. Lost nearly thirty pounds because of it. And I was humbled by it and found something better, but you will not get that chance." He gave Raijin a cruel smirk. "Because you will never eat again."
"NOOO!" That seemed to be the breaking point for the Baroque Works member. Losing all train of thought other than to kill the one who dared to steal his food, he clasped his meaty hands together, raised them above his head, and smashed them into the ground.
Using nothing but pure, unadulterated strength the ground around them cracked and broke apart, sending a shock wave throughout the area. Gin lost his balance and fell flat on his back. The first half of the Stupid Brothers duo jumped impossibly high, yelling out a loud battle cry, gripping his two hands together.
Gin barely had time to regain his senses and rolled out of the way. Raijin hit the ground with the force of a meteor, sending up tons of gravel into the air, the shock wave sending Gin into a spiraling roll until a destroyed building interrupted his tumbling.
The area around Raijin was nothing more than a giant crater about a hundred feet wide and twenty feet deep. The buildings surrounding the area of devastation were completely pulverized, and anything else ceased to exist.
"Oh fuck me." Gin groaned out in displeasure. Slowly getting to his feet and shaking off and dirt from his coat he watched as the younger brother climbed out of the giant hole he made. "I hope the others are doing better than I am."
(With Bashura)
"I am not doing okay." Bashura said to himself.
After jumping into the dust cloud Bashura scalped the face off one staggering opponent while he impaled three with his harpoon. The Navigator of the crew went fully primal on the Baroque Works Millions agents before a thick iron cuff struck his face and was knocked out of the dying smoke cloud.
The second brother, Fujin stomped out after him, a giant grin spreading on his stupid face. While the two were at the same height Fujin was definitely the bigger of the two concerning mass, and if Bashura was honest with himself, strength. That punch was solid, and felt right cheek swelling up like a melon.
"Dat was not very nice." Fujin said, bringing his giant hands to his shoulders and brushed off the dust and debris from his vest. "It could have killed me if I wasn't so strong."
The Cat man narrowed his yellow eyes seeing that there were indeed no visible wounds of the fat idiot. He saw a few Baroque Works grunts stumble after him, and none of them were unharmed, each were bleeding from the shrapnel from Gin's bombs. But not him.
"What black magic is this?" Bashura demanded.
"No magic." Said one of the grunts, "The Lieutenant is very strong, his body is so dense that not even a cannon ball can't blow a hole in him-" The grunt didn't have a chance to finish. Fujin brought out a giant fist and smashed it into his head, Bashura actually winced when his skull was flattened like a pancake and his spine snapped in two before his body crunpled to the unforgiving ground.
"NO TATTLING!" Fujin's loud voice nearly shattered Bashura's sensitive eardrums.
"Too late, he says you're super dense eh?" Flexing his claws Bashura crouched down on all fours, his lips curling back to reveal his sharp teeth. His tail flipped straight into the air, the fur standing on end, and his eyes constricted. "Lets see how you fare against me."
The Millions members around Fujin, six in all raised their firearms. One having double flint locks, two having rifles and the rest having only one fired at the Navigator.
Bashura fearlessly charged at the barrage of bullets. Despite being big, he was flexible as a cat in this state. He practically slid on the sandy ground, having the bullets pass over him before springing on his hands and tumbling into the air. "Claw Drop!" Thrusting out his right leg he began falling, using the momentum of the fall to increase the power of his attack he nailed the dual pistoleer right on the head.
Crushing the top of his head and popping out an eye, Bashura grabbed the offending body he lifted it high up into the air. "Panther Bomb!" Using his his extreme strength, he smashed him head first onto the ground in a powerbomb maneuver. The impact of the body shattered the area of ground, the shock wave causing the ground to soften and his opponents losing their footing.
Like a cat pouncing a mouse, Bashura sprang forward, sinking his claws into the faces of two down Millions goons, rolled to the side to avoid a crushing fist from a infuriated Fujin that shook the ground. Springing up Bashura crossed both his forearms, "Panther King's Claw!" He slashed across the back of the elder brother.
The eldest idiot brother had the same thing as his little brother. Thick skin and thick bones. Bullets, cannon balls, blunt and sharp objects alike bounced off their skin leaving at worst welts or bruises. They fought devil fruit-users, mostly Paramecia class, but they never encountered a Zoan or Logia class.
Not until today. Fujin felt eight sharp digits tear through his vest, he felt his skin part, muscles rip, blood flowing out from his wounds. Fujin's eyes shot open, his stupid grip falling from his face. He screamed, screamed louder than anyone had the right to hear.
Bashura's ears drooped and he collapsed, trying desperately in vain to cover his sensitive ears. A naked foot caught him in the stomach, an enraged naked foot attached to five-hundred pounds of fat, muscle, and fury.
"NO BODY MAKES ME BLEED MY OWN BLOOD!" Fujin screamed loudly.
His danger sense overloaded, Bashura knew that he needed to run. It was not cowardice, he knew the difference between fighting smart and fighting stupid. So he ran, the savage Navigator ran away.
But not without his harpoon. Bashura would never leave his harpoon behind.
(On the Nautilus)
"Huevo Agrietado (Egg Busting)!"
For the fifth time that day, Carmen struck a Baroque Works member in the head. And the end result was just the same, the head busted open like an egg, and her opponent expired right on the spot. A second later she kicked another member in the neck, the diamond tip of her high heeled shoe piercing his jugular vein.
A cutlass came down to cut Carmen's slender leg off at the knee, it was blocked by a tanto that was firmly held by Shizune. The doctor quickly lodged one of her ceramic balls into the offenders mouth and kicked him towards the starboard where the gangplank was. The Millions thug bit down harshly on the ceramic ball, breaking the shell and letting releasing the poisonous purple gas.
The result was disastrous for the invaders. A sudden gust of wind from the port side immediately washed the poison gas over to the starboard side into the crowd of cutthroats. All it took was one whiff and many of them began dropping like flies.
Miss Mother's day saw it but pushed the deaths of her men to the back of her mind. They weren't nothing more than pawns to her, easily replaceable and eager to die for her because she demanded that they die because it was their duty. But they were not supposed to die this way! Dying from poisonous gas did not serve her interests at all!
"You damned idiots! Stop breathing in that crap and fight. You are not allowed to die until you take these bastards with you!" Miss Mother's Day screamed at her remaining members, roughly forty in all after the gas cleared up.
You know the saying stuck between a rock and a hard place? That saying had nothing on the wrath of Miss Mother's Day. If they disobeyed her, death was certain.
"No, no, no..." Kotetsu whispered to himself. He stayed back to nurse his arm, Shizune quickly field wrapped it before the fight really began, but he was still trying to calm his nerves and get a hold of himself. They needed him, not Magara. "Don't fight, we don't need anymore fatalities."
"Kotetsu there is a time and a place for being a pacifist!" Carmen yelled at the swordsman, flicking open her fan and sliced open the throat of her enemy, spilling red crimson onto her beautiful blue dress. "Fight!"
But Kotetsu couldn't fight. He watched as the two woman fought off the waves of Baroque Works Millions thugs. And never in his life did he feel so useless, not since Iron Island where he stayed on the sidelines because he was too much of a pussy to fight against Marines that he was raised and trained under.
He noticed a twitch to his side and saw Zaku stirring into consciousness. The teenager groaned in pain, his face curling into a snarl. Kotetsu's blood ran cold when he lifted both his arms, Zaku snarling out the name of his attack. "Extreme Decapitating Airwaves!"
Kotetsu hesitated, massive gusts of cutting wind escaped from the tubes in Zaku's outstretched hands. The sandy blonde teenager watched in horror as the deck of the ship shredded under the merciless wind. His comrades were caught up in it, screaming in agony as they were shredded apart.
Worst of all, both Shizune and Carmen disappeared. When the technique died down there was nothing left, the deck was destroyed, bits and pieces of people were scattered about.
He heard a groan and saw Miss Mother's day pulling herself up over what used to be the bow of the ship. Her hair was in disarray, her outfit torn and dirty but otherwise she was fine. The woman observed the damage to the ship with a light smirk on her face. "Two down, one to go."
Kotetsu's blood ran cold when Zaku began laughing, sounding like he was proud of the senseless destruction, the butchery of his allies, the casually killings of the two women that he could have saved if he just acted sooner.
"One of these days you will reach the crossroads where in one step of either direction will determine your fate as a swordsman. The path of life, or the path of death." Vista's words smacked him in the face like one of Naruto's punches. The choice was clear to him now, he was just too stupid to notice it until this very second.
'Never again...' He mentally said to himself. 'The path of life or death, I don't have to take either of them. The only path I need to take is to save those who are close to me! It's just as Uzumaki said, if I fight and my opponent dies then it is no skin off my bones. They are trying to kill me, and there is no law against defending myself.'
For the first time since Morgan "Moonscar" McCrite, Kotetsu flipped his sword to where the sharp end of the blade faced downwards instead of the back of it. He turned towards the near hysterical Zaku, unable to move from his broken back. With a single swing, Nidai Kitetsu singing his deadly tune he took Zaku's head from his neck.
The head flopped onto the deck, his expression of laughter was replaced by shock and horror. Kotetsu turned towards Miss Mother's Day and the thirty remaining Millions agents. "Never again..."
"Don't stand there with your jaws hanging open! Get after him now!" Miss Mother's Day demanded.
Magara was raving inside his head, Kotetsu heard him all too well, begging to be let out. 'What are you doing!? You fucking idiot, you don't have the balls to do this, let me out! Let me out!'
"You're not getting out, this is my fight." He growled to himself, and began focusing on the devil fruit power within him.
'Fuck you! I am the one who slaughters! I am the one who takes lives! I am the one who takes pleasure in taking lives. Look at you, a failed Marine, who couldn't save his best friend, who couldn't save those people on Iron Island. And you failed to save the doctor or chef-bitch, that is all you are, a failure.'
"I know..." Kotetsu said, his breath hitching from the painful reminders, his movements becoming erratic. "I failed so many times, but no more. I decide my own fate, not the Marine code, not the lies that were fabricated about me, and not you."
'Look in the mirror asshole, you need me.' Magara stressed, nearly hissing at the idiot he was talking to. 'You will not be able to handle what the Grand Line throws at you, if you cut me off right now then no help will come from me. You are on your own! You hear me goat-fucker, all those deaths will be on your hands. I am cutting you off!'
"No...I am cutting you off!" He bellowed, making everyone in the vicinity rock back on their heels from his mad ramblings.
Inside his head Magara let out a high-pitched, psychotic laugh that chilled Kotetsu to the bone. 'Cutting me off? Motherfucker, you cannot cut me off. As much as you want to deny it, I am you! And you are me! I am the darker half that you will need. You will never be free of me.'
"I can try Magara, and I will."
Magara only laughed again, snarling like a caged wolf. 'Then go ahead fuck nugget, try. But there will be a day that you will need me. And I will be waiting...' His voice began fading in his mind, but his evil crackle echoed one last sentence. 'I will be waiting Kotetsu, because after all you and I are the same!'
Finally free of the voice in his head, his thoughts clear for once in months, Kotetsu glared at Miss Mother's Day and her Millions agents. Tapping into his devil fruit powers, really tapping into it this time he vanished and appeared on the docks littered with the bodies of the Millions agents and began zigzagging through the entire crowd.
The agent's began firing, each hoping that their bullet would put an end to their nightmare. But the mirages fooled them, their bullets wasted on the afterimages of Kotetsu's extreme speed and some striking and killing their comrades. "Mirage Sword Style: Trial of the Three Paths!" Pumping his devil fruit power into his right arm, Kotetsu began swinging it into the crowd of enemies.
One member tried to block his attack with his cutlass, he was the attack coming, but then Nidai Kitetsu split into three blades instead of one. He panicked, lowering his blade to block the strike to his stomach, and instead found his neck sliced open by the real blade. Another attempted to jump back, he got his belly cut open for his efforts.
The Million's agents began forming in groups, all sweating heavily from the speed the former Marine was exhibiting. They saw as their fellow agents were being cut down, some forming three man teams to try and combat the speedster, two fell dead or wounded, while another barely managed to come out unscathed.
To the untrained eye, it looked like Kotetsu wasn't going to let up anytime soon. But unlike the disposable pawns, Miss Mother's Day's experienced eyes spotted something they didn't. Kotetsu was losing steam, with each passing second he was losing energy, becoming more exhausted with each strike and each step. The boy was running on empty, she was sure of it.
Her suspicions proved right, a second later after striking down one more of her agents the young man tripped over a body and tumbled to the ground. The swordsman was pouring buckets of sweat, panting heavily like he ran across the continent.
"Kill him now." She said with a cruel smirk.
By now only ten were left from the onslaught, three were wounded while the other seven were left unscathed. One of the fresher ones, a man with a broadsword gripped it in his two hands and charged at the exhausted teenager, swinging it with all his might.
Kotetsu barely had time to move to block the swing. His entire body was screaming at him, his arm and legs in particular while everything else was numb. It felt like a shock wave of pain rippled through his right warm, causing him to gnash his teeth together, but he didn't buckle, he just clenched his numb left fist and punched the man in the jaw.
"You're...going to have to do...a lot better than that." Kotetsu said between pants.
"You are beginning to annoy me." Miss Mother's Day snarled. Jumping from her position on the ship and onto the edge of the dock, he gripped her sword, and his stolen cutlass in both hands tightly. "I will enjoy staining my sword with your blo-" She was interrupted when when a stabbing pain erupted in her right side.
Miss Mother's Day shakily looked down to see a tanto buried into her kidney, and grabbing on the edge of the dock holding the weapon was a very disgruntled Carmen. The chef gripped her left foot to hold her down and gave it a savage twist, making the wound bigger and spilling her life blood faster.
"H-how?" She asked before a senbon needle buried into the right side of her neck. Almost immediately grotesque black veins began to spread on the right side of her face. Her breath became hitched and she struggled to breathe.
"You didn't think a stupid blast of air would finish us off, did you?" Carmen demanded. Letting go of the borrowed tanto she borrowed from Shizune, the pink-haired woman pulled herself out of the sea and pushed Miss Mother's Day to the dock. Her blue dress was ruined, stained with blood, torn in several places and soaked with sea water that showed off her womanly figure. Carmen also had some cuts sluggishly bleeding from her pretty face and well manicured nails chipped and broken.
Kotetsu looked to the left to see Shizune, bruised, and soaked to the bone pull back her right kimono sleeve to reveal a curious five part segmented device. Along her slender forearm were five leather straps with metallic barrels on top of them that were loaded with her signature senbon needles.
"Prepared Needle Shot!" Shizune hollered. Her left hand grabbed the strings behind the barrels and pulled them. Five senbon needles flew from then and struck three unfortunate Millions agents, and like their boss grotesque black veins began to spread on their bodies and they collapsed to the dock.
Shizune wasn't done yet, throwing back a part of her kimono to reveal her right leg and a thick holster that was wrapped around it, she unclipped the latch, retrieved five senbon needles and threw them with great accuracy. Five hit their targets dead on, and another two after that. All of them moved to pull them out but instead began choking on the fast acting poison they were laced with, and expired in thirty seconds.
Kotetsu let out a breath of relief and unceremoniously fell onto his ass. He didn't hold back a gasp of pain, he overdid it and now his muscles were paying for it. "How did you two...I swore that you both were blown to pieces."
"Thank Shizune." Carmen said before kicking Miss Mother's Day in the ribs to get a response. There was nothing, the woman's eyes were wide and glossing over, completely dead to the world. "She grabbed me and we both dived over to the side."
"I just saw him raise his arms and knew it was going to happen." Shizune waved her off before collapsing to her knees. Kotetsu tried to get to his feet to go to her, but the doctor waved him off. "I'm fine, just exhausted. Give me a minute and I will check on you."
"No need...but Carmen can you get me my cutlass? I feel naked without it."
"You're so weird Kotetsu." The chef chuckled.
"Say, where is Igaram?"
(With Bashura)
"Not good, not good, not good." Bashura whispered to himself.
The fight had not gone as expected, after cutting into Fujin's back he had been running for his life with the enraged idiot chasing after him. If he ran around a building, Fujin ran through it to get to him, swimming away was not an option, and he couldn't fight him. All he could do was run.
"HERE KITTY, KITTY, KITTY! COME TO ME!" Fujin screamed at the top of his lungs.
"Stop yelling! You're giving me a headache!" Bashura finally lost his cool from all the loud yelling. (3)
"Uh, okay."
Those simple, dopey words caused the Catman to stumble over his normally graceful feline feet and face planted onto the unforgiving stone streets. He scrambled to get back up, harpoon clutched in his hands tightly. But instead of getting his face pounded in, he saw Fujin standing still with an apologetic expression on his face.
"Uh, what?" Bashura asked.
"Uh, okay." Fujin replied.
"Seriously?"
"Uh, yes?"
Curiously Bashura stepped towards the idiotic man, standing still as a statue but otherwise not hostile. He just could not believe his luck, he was faced with one of the few things that scared him senseless, but he stopped screaming because he demanded something.
That just might be his ticket in not dying a gruesome death.
"Why do you follow that man? This...Mr. 6, what warrants him your undying loyalty?" Bashura asked in the calmest voice he could conjure.
"He feeds me and my brother." Fujin replied like it was the simplest thing in the world. "When we ask for it, he gives it over like delicious candy."
Ignoring the giant idiot literally drooling in front of him, Bashura had to resist the urge to palm his furry forehead. He heard of working for peanuts, but this was just ridiculous. "And he doesn't pay you?"
"He pays us in food."
"That is not real payment, even my Captain throws money at us when we dock at an island to get whatever we need, or want." Bashura would never forget the day Carmen came onto the ship with ten bags full of food and clothing that made Kotetsu question his masculinity when he tried to pick one of them up.
"That is real payment. Mr. 6 said so!" Fujin barked out.
"You cannot be this stupid! Of all the most idiotic, stupid, and even-" Bashura did not get a chance to finish his rant when a big, angry fist socked him right in the kisser. Bashura's head snapped to the side, gagging as crimson flew from his mouth before hitting the ground and rolling on his back to a complete stop. "...Ow."
"I AM NOT STUPID, I AM A PROUD, IGNORANT MAN!" Fujin screamed at the top of his lungs, causing the Catman to howl out in pain. The big idiot made his way over to the wincing Zoan-user, his giant hands outstretched to deliver a killing blow. (4)
Bashura reached his breaking point, his ears ringing and his head pounding like a war drum, he transformed back into his human form, yellow eyes wide with anger, and his mouth twisted into a snarl. Flipping onto his hands and feet before launching himself at Fujin's belly.
The smaller man headbutted the taller one's fat stomach with his head, and barely was able to wrap his muscular arms around even half of his body. But the nice Bashura was gone, and all that was left was the savage wanting nothing but to end the existence of an enemy. Bashura growled, snarling, spitting as each of his muscles strained to push Fujin back.
Fujin laughed at the smaller kitty man trying to knock him over, nothing could harm him, except his kitty claws, those hurt a lot! He really wanted to pet the big kitty but Mr. 6 wanted him and the scary-looking man dead, and what Mr. 6 wanted, Mr. 6 got. Fujin moved his giant right hand over the kitty man's head and gripped it softly before starting to apply pressure. "Sorry kitty man, but you gonna die now."
"I...am...not...gonna...die!" Bellowing a loud war cry, Bashura put everything into his natural strength. Tendons popped under his skin, muscles began snapping from the strain, his ears leaking blood from the damage done to them, and his head pulsing like a heartbeat. Against all odds Fujin tipped backwards, the navigator then struck his right leg out, hooking the back of his heel against his opponents and pushed with everything he had!
Fujin let out a startled cry when gravity caught up to him, his big body falling to the unforgiving ground with an explosive boom that created a small crater and scattered sand and stone alike to the wind. Taking advantage of his downed form, Bashura scampered up his down body and wrapped his large hands around his opponent's thick neck. He couldn't choke him in the conventional way, so he mainly pressed his thumbs harshly down on his windpipe.
"Die...die...die..." Bashura chanted, using all his strength to take his opponent out. His yellow eyes became more feral, his entire body slowly changing back into his half-panther form to use all of his might to choke the life out of his enemy.
"White – The Color of Surrender!" An all too familiar female voice interrupted his chant, a simple dot of white paint appeared on Fujin's bluing forehead and he simply collapsed with a vacant expression on his face.
"Miss Goldenweek?" Looking up from his position he saw the smaller girl looking at him with a dull gaze, her pallet and paint brush in their respective hands, and a backpack on her back. Bashura's bloodlust died down and he reverted back into his human form. "What are you doing here?"
"Get off the idiot." She commanded him.
"What? But he is an-" She moved her still wet paintbrush near him and he let go of the giant idiot. His struggled breathing went back to normal, and color returned to his face. "Are you betraying us?" Bashura bluntly asked.
"No, I was going to run away while you were all fighting. But after ten steps I decided to not bother, the desert is too big." Miss Goldenweek simply said, causing to Catman to sigh and hand his head. Her plan was sound and could have pulled it off, but pure laziness struck once again. (5)
"Then why did you have me spare him, look at him he's..."
"This is not you." She interrupted him. "You don't kill people out of anger, but out of necessity. Could you really strangle him to death?"
Bashura took a real long look at his opponent, unmoving and defeated. A dozen things could have happened if she had not stuck her nose into his business. Would it have been worth it? He couldn't even answer her that question. "What do we do with him then?"
"I dunno, where's Gin?"
(With Gin)
"Fall down damn you!" Gin struck Raijin's torso yet again with his cannonball tipped tonfa's. He put all his strength into each shot, looking to injure or kill his opponent.
And each and every time he hit the fat man and he felt no effect. Gin fully knew that Fujin did not eat the Gum-Gum Fruit, that belonged to the rubber idiot Captain of the Straw Hat Pirates, and the bigger idiot he was fighting admitted he had tough bones and skin, but he was finding all this ridiculous.
Gin had to duck under another massive swing, his breath hitched in hard panting before striking the belly again, and got kicked for his troubles, sending him tumbling backwards until he slammed his weapons into the ground to stop himself.
"Just stop stickman, you cannot hurt me." Fujin said, his infuriatingly stupid smile beginning to grate Gin's nerves to a razors edge.
"How about you let me reload, and then I will shoot you in your eyes!" The First Mate barked at his opponent.
"I won't let you! My eyes let me see what I am eating!" Raijin roared before charging at him.
Gin barely had time to roll out of the way when two giant fists slammed into the ground, causing another shock wave that decimated the ground and sent him flying away. However before he hit the ground Gin flipped in the air and landed square on his feet.
"I should not have fired the rest of my bullets at him..." He panted at himself, spitting to the side to rid his mouth of the coppery taste of blood. "And he is not giving me any breathing room to reload, stupid, stupid me."
Gin had to jump to the side, rolling hard on his side to avoid another powerful strike that shattered the ground where he stood upon just seconds ago. He coughed harshly, spitting out blood and saliva from the previous hit Raijin laid on him earlier, his ribs shuddered with each breath that sent shivers up his spine.
"Fucking fatty." Gin growled out in anger. He was hurt, tired, and getting very pissed off from not doing any damage to the jerk who hit harder than a flying cannonball. Clipping one of his tonfa's into his holster at his left leg, Gin reached into his left pouch.
Immediately a smirk graced his face, he felt two round objects in it, his last two grenado's and two smaller objects he feared that were lost with all his rolling around. Withdrawing his hand, two rings adorned his index and middle fingers, one made of flint and one made of steel. That was not the only thing he pulled out either, he also pulled out one of his grenado's; the wick held between the two rings.
"Uh, what is that?" Fujin asked, scratching his left cheek loudly.
"A spicy...meatball." Gin blatantly lied. With a simple flick of his fingers, the fuse was lit and threw it behind him into a building. "Go and get it."
"Mmm, meatball." Immediately forgetting about the fight on hand, Fujin ran after the bomb Gin threw into the building. The much larger man passed by his opponent, who was now beginning to spin his tonfa by its handle. Turning on his right heel, he soon began gaining momentum as he continued to spin his signature weapon.
The home in front of him blew up, showering the entire area in glass and stone. Black smoke escaped from the blown out windows and broken front wall. There was silence for the first time since the fight started, except the rushing of wind from spinning his weapon. Fujin walked out of the ruined home, hacking up black smoke, his entire front covered in soot, but otherwise undamaged.
"That was not a meatball!" The younger Stupid Brother screamed. "It blew up in my face!"
"Whoops." Came Gin's sarcastic response, his spinning tonfa now spinning so fast that the sand below him was blown away.
Fujin glared at the First Mate, roaring loudly in anger he charged at Gin like a charging bull. Gin snarled and ran at him with the same attitude. The tonfa in his right arm spinning faster than a fan, sand flying away. Fujin threw a powerful left hook that skimmed over Gin's head by a literal hair.
Gin did not miss. He hit Fujin square in his stomach with every ounce of strength he had in him. Because of the high velocity of his spinning, the First Mate failed to notice the cannonball on the end of it turn black as charcoal.
The effect was exactly want Gin wanted though. He saw his weapon sink into Raijin's fat belly, his eyes bulged, he gripped his stomach with his hands, shaking in pain that he had never felt before, and vomited up everything he had in his stomach. unfortunately Gin took the blunt of that assault that covered him head to toe in ick.
Gin stood still in horror, his entire body shaking in disbelief when he felt the filthy vomit plaster his clothing to his body. "What? What the..." He tried to rationalize what exactly happened. Oh he knew what had happened, his mind was far too shot to process it.
Fujin however couldn't speak. The fat man lost consciousness halfway through vomiting on his opponent and fell backwards, creating a small tremor that shook the area that caused Gin to stumble.
"You son of a bitch...I liked this outfit!" Gin shouted at his downed opponent. "Carmen is going to throw the biggest fit when she sees me, argh!" Reaching into his pouch he pulled out his last grenado. Moving his index and middle fingers he ignited the fuse of his explosive and began to stalk over towards the unconscious moron.
"Open wide you jerk! I'm gonna give you the last meal of your life!" Gin manically shouted, opening Fujin's mouth with his right foot, lifting his grenado over his head to stuff the bomb down his throat to finish him off once and for all.
"Gin, stop!"
Stopping in his tracks Gin looked over to see both Bashura looking like he lost a fight with a boulder, and surprisingly Miss Goldenweek riding on top of a zombified-looking Fujin.
Giving them a deadpanned stare, the former Krieg pirate put out the fuse with his bare fingers. "Bashura, what the hell happened to you?"
"I can ask you the same thing." Bashura replied, looking at the vomit covered form of the First Mate.
"...I don't want to talk about it." Gin replied irritably. "Why is Miss Goldenweek riding on an idiot?"
"Because I don't want these two to die." Miss Goldenweek simply explained to him. "I know them, they're idiots, but they're not evil like Mr. 6 and Miss Mother's Day."
"I beg to differ." Gin growled out in response.
"Please don't kill him."Miss Goldenweek replied bordly. Bringing out her brush and pallet she dipped it in white paint. "I can put him under my control quite easily."
The First Mate growled, lightly tapping his fingers together, deliberating in setting the fuse alight once again. A tense minute went by before he sighed and pocketed his grenado. "Fine, but I am reserving their judgment for the Captain."
"Say, where is the Cap'n anyways?" Bashura asked.
"I can't believe this..." Mr. 6 hissed in fury. Gripping his bleeding shoulder with his right hand, the Baroque Works Frontier Agent was in a bad way. His entire left side was caught up in the explosion, burning him and sending shrapnel in his shoulder. During the chaos of the blast he escaped to recover and plan his next phase of attack, but he had nothing.
His Millions agents were decimated, he knew that much. And his Lieutenants, he had no clue if they were alive or not, though it was unlikely. Those two screamed a lot when they fought, especially when he used the no food tactic. And he had absolutely no clue what became of his partner, but he wiped his hands of her after the blast.
After all, he always looked out for number one. Screw everyone else who got in his way.
"Damn them all. This was supposed to be a cakewalk, a hell of a bounty that would keep me satisfied for months." Mr. 6 growled angrily. Spitting to the side he started to trudge up a sand dune, ignoring the devastation behind him.
A burst of wind got into his eyes, causing him to snarl and close them. "Fucking country! I hope Mr. 0 burns it to the ground!"
"I doubt he'll do that. I think he just wants to rule it." An unfamiliar voice caused Mr. 6 to turn his head to the side. Cracking one eye open he snarled seeing the speaker.
"Uzumaki Naruto!"
"Yea that's me. And you're Mr. 6, God you're more of an asshole than I imagined." Naruto replied.
Reaching behind his back with his good hand, Mr. 6 took out his giant shuriken and threw it with all his might at the fishman. Naruto only glared at the weapon, raised his right fist and punched at it, sending out powerful waves that impacted the weapon, and shattering it to pieces.
"Is that all you got?" Naruto demanded. Narrowing his eyes he clenched both his fists, feeling his knuckles popping. "Pathetic, I got more action beating the shit out of Mr. 5."
"Mr. 5 is nothing compared to me!" Mr. 6 growled in response. A feral smirk graced his face, "Not after the power given to me a few weeks ago!"
In front of Naruto's eyes Mr. 6 underwent a startling transformation. His body grew more muscular, he grew to eight feet in height, his entire body became covered in orange fur with his stomach, hands and feet having white fur; the only thing that didn't change was the hair on his head. Both his hands and feet turned into claws, a tail sprouted from the back of his pants, black stripes soon formed on his body, and his face became more feline-like with cat ears, whiskers and feral green eyes.
"Now you see...my ultimate power. Behold the Cat-Cat Fruit: Model Tiger!" Mr. 6 roared out in triumph.
"Big deal, my navigator is a black panther." And now that he knew the classes of devil fruits, Naruto knew their strengths and weaknesses. And while he was not near sea water, or had any seastone, he knew that the man was not a Logia-user, meaning that he could be hit.
"An inferior model!" Mr. 6 raved. "I am faster, stronger, better. You're all inferior to my might!" Falling onto all fours the man began to circle around Naruto, creating a miniature sand tornado that engulfed the blonde fishman.
Naruto however was not amused. He knew Mr. 6 was going at his fastest, but he was slow compared to Kotetsu. Slower than a den den mushi in the wild. "You're pathetic."
"I'll show you pathetic! Blazing Tiger-" Mr. 6 was interrupted when Naruto brought out his left foot and tripped the Zoan-user.
Mr. 6 screamed in surprise as he tumbled face first into the sand, rolling until he came to a complete stop. "Why you little shit! I'll kill you!"
"No you won't." Naruto smartly answered. Leaping forward, the blonde appeared right in front of him, his right fist clenched tightly before punching the Frontier Agent in the knees, shattering the bones and forcing him to kneel. Mr. 6 screamed out in pain and horror. Then Naruto punched him in the shoulders, rendering his arms useless due to even more shattered bones.
Mr. 6 screamed until he could not scream anymore. His muscular body shuddered in pain, sending white-hot agony though his entire body. "H-how?" He demanded.
"A few weeks ago you ate a devil fruit and thought you were big shit. Well I hate to disappoint you, but I was told that it takes more than a few weeks to master a devil fruit. Your arrogance killed you." Naruto spat on the face before delivering a devastating punch to Mr. 6's sternum, shattering his entire ribcage with the kinetic force of the technique. "Five-hundred Tile Break!"
Mr. 6 looked on in horror as his entire torso caved inwards. His eyes bulged out, blood erupted from his mouth and nose in great torrents before he let out a pitiful death rattle. His transformation receded, revealing his normal human body before falling over to his side, dead as a doorknob.
"Ah, what a waste of my time. Dammit Gin, your idea was good but I am still disappointed." Naruto complained. That fight did not get his blood pumping at all. Turning back to the town Naruto felt the body of Mr. 6 to be devoured by the sands of the desert. (6)
Arriving back where his ship was anchored, Naruto stopped dead in his tracks seeing the calamity that was his ship and the people that resided in it.
Both Shizune and Carmen looked like drowned rats, their outfits torn and clinging to their bodies. Kotetsu was being tended by their doctor, who was looking like he ran three marathons and having his legs bandaged by their doctor. Bashura, in Naruto's honest opinion looked like he got into a fight with a cliff and lost. And Gin was covered in vomit, honestly why was his First Mate covered in vomit?
Then there was his ship, his poor ship looking worse than before. From his point of view the entire deck looked ripped up by what looked like a bomb blast, one of the masts looked a tad bit crooked, there were holes in the hull, and there were dozens of bodies piling on the dock or on his ship. Naruto felt a pit of dread hit his stomach looking at, it actually enraged him seeing his ship, his temporary home damaged to such a painful degree.
Naruto looked over at Gin with a raised eyebrow. "What happened to you?"
"...I don't want to talk about it." His First Mate growled out.
"...And the rest of you guys?" The blonde fishman asked.
"I got into a fight." Bashura laminated, hanging his head dejectedly.
"I tapped into my devil fruit a little too hard and the muscles in my legs are messed up." Kotetsu replied through gritted teeth when Shizune tightened the bandages around his left leg.
"Both Shizune and I had to jump ship or be vaporized. Kotetsu killed the guy who did it though." Carmen helpfully commented.
Naruto dully stared at them all before nodding his head. It just made perfect sense, even if it did sound somewhat bat-shit insane. "Well I got Mr. 6, I assume his partner has been dealt with?"
"Not unless she can survive my strongest poison and getting stabbed in the kidney." Shizune said, her voice cold and logical. It made Naruto's spine shiver like he was on Drum Island again.
"And where the hell is Goldenweek and Igaram?"
"The kid is in the ship. She tried getting away when we were all fighting but found it too...troublesome." Gin spat to the side. "She hit curly with one of her paint attacks, so now I had her got and fetch him with her lumbering idiots."
"Lumbering idiots?" Naruto parroted.
"Go onto the ship and see for yourself."
Without wasting anymore time Naruto did just that. Stepping over the corpses of the Baroque Works members, and carefully stepping on deck of his damaged vessel, avoiding the torn up parts or the wobbling planks until he reached the door that lead him into the ship.
Sunlight shone through the holes in the hull, walls torn down by the cannonballs, he felt water creeping into the bottom of his sandals. The first room he checked was his own, going through the doorless room he saw a hole where his window used to be and a cannonball resting on the top of his now broken bed.
Naruto sweat-dropped before sighing to himself. "This is why I cannot have nice things."
Leaving his room be for now, the blonde followed the trail of water until he was it was from the bathroom that Gin broke no thanks to Bashura's treatment plan with the diarrhea tea and leech therapy.
"That door is staying closed, at least until I dupe one of them into fixing it. Hmm I wonder if Kotetsu can deal with sewage." Probably not, but he sure as hell was not going to do it.
Slipping his hands into his pockets Naruto made his way further into the ship, passing by various empty rooms that were either crew quarters, or something else that they threw overboard months ago. Finally reaching the bottom level where Bashura liked to reside, the fishman saw Miss Goldenweek tearing at Igaram's jacket while being surrounded by the biggest humans he had ever seen in his life.
"Goldenweek." Naruto said in a warning tone. "What have you done?"
"What do you mean?" The young woman innocently asked.
"I got Igaram under one of your paint spells again, and you have two giant humans in my ship. Why in the great blue seas are they here, and why were you trying to run away? You weren't going to report to Crocodile were you." He demanded.
"No, I just wanted to run away because I had to do stuff. So I painted curly with my Gray – Color of Depression technique, and hopped out with my things. But seeing the wide sandy landscape I realized that it would take too much effort so I decided to come back." Miss Goldenweek shrugged in response.
Naruto palmed his forehead, the loud slap echoing throughout the room. "And what of these giant bastards?"
"I stopped Gin and Bashura from killing them. They may be Mizuki's Lieutenants but they aren't bad guys, they're just hungry."
Dully blinking from her answer, the blond asked the obvious question. "Who the hell is Mizuki?"
"Mr. 6 of course." Miss Goldenweek simply answered.
"Oh, Poseidon help me." Rubbing the bridge of his nose to hold back a migraine, Naruto cracked open his right eye to look at her. "And what are we going to do with...those two?"
"Right now I got them under my White – Color of Surrender technique. They are docile now, and I was hoping we could use them."
"We are not going to take them with us, this ship is already damaged enough. And I rather not have them aboard with us." The blonde fishman replied, moving to take out his last cigar from his pouch. God help him with this entire continent.
"Just think about it. I never ask you of anything." Miss Goldenweek pointed out to him.
Conceding to her point, Naruto lit the match to light his cigar to calm his nerves. "I'll think about it, but for now I want you to get Igaram out of his depression. We got a ship to scavenge, and then a long travel through the desert to make." (7)
"Cap'n!" Bashura's familiar voice startled the fishman. Turning around, he saw Bashura springing downstairs, his entire body on edge, his yellow eyes wide with alarm. "Cap'n, come topside. We got a situation."
"Oh what now?" Forgetting about Miss Goldenweek for now Naruto followed Bashura until they were topside. Reaching the stern of the ship the blonde fishman's eyes widened seeing what looked like dozen's of ships near the shore.
"That is a lot of ships." Gin sourly said, joining them a second later.
"There is no way we can take them on from here, not in our condition." Shizune seconded.
Naruto only smirked. Cracking his knuckles, and then his neck he gave the incoming ships his signature shark-like smile. "Stand back and let me handle this. I'll crush them all when I hit the water."
Before he could even leap into the water however, the most damnable thing happened. The ships erupted into flames, becoming gigantic bonfires that incinerated the crew on board them, and sending them into the ocean.
The members of the crew were stunned. All of them, including a undepressed Igaram, Miss Goldenweek and her two, uh, prisoners had their jaws dropping to the floor, and their eyes comically bugging out.
Everyone except Naruto. His grin becoming even wider. Through the wreckage he was a shirtless figure on a odd looking device heading towards them, and he was wearing a familiar orange hat.
"Ace, you son of a bitch." Naruto said, cracking his knuckles. "I have been waiting many years for this day."
Armageddon: Folks today I will not be doing anything outlandish or whimsical. First off I apologize for being tardy, real life got in the way plus this is one of my longest chapters to date, I'll try to update faster, and other stories when I get the chance. But now tt's December and it is the time for giving, forgiveness and all that good stuff. Given with...well what has happened in the last month, I can understand that asking that is quite stupid, but during this time of year I personally think we should work for peace, not violence. Ironic coming from a guy who writes about violence and death in his stories, I know, but it's just a story I rather not think that what I write has any real impact in real life in the negative way. Fight for what you believe in but sometimes words are more powerful than fists. So be merry this year, do it for Uncle Armageddon...who I will never call myself again, seriously that is creepy.
Now without further adieu here are the whole...numbers things or whatever.
(1) As you are all probably aware, I have been having Naruto "writing out in a journal". The reasons are quite simple and some of you have given theories as to why. To those I say yes, but my main reason was...well bluntly put I am not the best when it comes to the first couple of chapters for my stories. They are rough as granite, and there is no way to make them better, trust me I have tried, and failed several times to make it so, and even then many chapters in I want to add something in and I just can't find room due to it being out of place in the story. So the journal entries are kind of behind the scenes type of deals where Naruto goes in depth of his experiences and writes out how he feels about it...girly I know, but I want to make this story right, plus if anything else it adds a thousand words to my total for a chapter in which I strive for eight to ten-thousand a chapter.
(2) All right, the Legendary Stupid Brothers, from what I remember were quite invulnerable to many attacks from the anime and strong to boot. I figured that I can use that for this story, and if there are any complaints, let me remind you the main character of One Piece is an idiot that is made of rubber, his swordsman uses three swords and can cut through ships, and can be understood while talking with said sword in his mouth, their doctor is a walking talking reindeer, their shipwright is a fifteen foot cyborg in a red speedo, and their entertainer is a walking talking skeleton with a Afro who's roots are so strong that it became attached to his skull, and that barely even scratches the surface of how weird the One Piece universe is. So both Fujin and Raijin being nearly invulnerable to damage should not be too out of place in this story.
(3) I do not like caps in stories. All you need is an exclamation mark to show someone is angry or yelling, or even excited. And I promise you, my fans, that I will not use caps unless it is very important to the story in every fic I write. And I apologize if any caps have offended your senses and gave you a headache like it did me.
(4) I will give you an internet cookie if you can name the tv show and character that I am referencing that sentence from.
(5) ...Well what would you expect of Miss Goldenweek? She is so easygoing and lazy that she had to use morse code for Mr. 3 to pass her a tea cup, you really think she could bother to go through with a plan at all? I know I sure can't.
(6) And finally we are at the death of Mizuki/Mr. 6. And come now I made it obvious to all of you in the early chapters, though I still give those points to who guessed who he was. In the Naruto verse he was a waste of space and in my opinion a pathetic human being. Was he skilled? Well the filler regarding him certainly pointed that out, but to me he is pathetic, and so he dies pathetic. No grand attacks, no long drawn out fight, and because of his arrogance like some devil fruit-users, he dies just as fast. So so long my least favorite character, may your soul burn where you're obviously going.
(7) Now for both Fujin and Raijin. I will admit, I was planning on killing them. But then both Agurra and I began talking and decided to not do so. They aren't really evil, they are just...well stupid and can be manipulated easier than Killgrave using mind control on his targets. They won't join the crew, instead they will serve a different role in the story that I think you will be satisfied with, I know the both of us are.