BOOM!
The Ten-Finger Gun slammed into the ground.
Solid marble shattered like tofu, fragments blasting outward and riddling nearby courthouse walls with holes.
"Not done yet!"
Jabra missed once—and immediately took to the air again.
Using Geppo, he launched repeated dive attacks in rapid succession.
From above—
A wolf-shaped blur streaked down again and again.
Explosions overlapped.
Shockwaves stacked.
The plaza became a bombardment zone.
And yet—
Sanji still hadn't fought back.
He drifted through it all like a leaf in the wind.
Every claw—
Missed by a hair.
Every strike—
Passed through empty space.
Dangerous?
Visually, yes.
In reality?
Untouchable.
"…He's guiding me?"
Jabra finally stopped midair, panting, steam pouring from his jaws.
Something was wrong.
Very wrong.
"Idiot Jabra! He's copying your techniques!"
From the side, Kumadori shouted while fending off Tony Tony Chopper's blows.
His painted face twisted in fury.
"I wail! My heart is dead, my blood burns! Life Return—activate!"
Blasted away again, Kumadori twisted midair.
His long hair—
Suddenly came alive.
Each strand hardened like steel wire.
"Life Return: Hair Binding!"
The hair exploded outward.
Dozens of thick tendrils lashed through the air like living whips, shrieking with metallic friction.
They wrapped—
Arms.
Legs.
Torso.
Neck.
In seconds—
Chopper was completely restrained.
"Got him! Chapapa!"
Fukuro laughed excitedly.
"Die! Life Return—Lion Finger Gun!"
Kumadori pushed his power to the limit.
His hair transformed—
Each tip morphing into finger-like protrusions.
Then—
A storm.
Hundreds—no, thousands—of finger strikes rained down on the bound Chopper.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
The plaza echoed with relentless impacts.
But—
That sound…
Was wrong.
Not flesh being pierced.
Not bone breaking.
It sounded like—
A hammer striking a massive bell.
Heavy.
Dull.
Metallic.
"…That should do it."
Kumadori exhaled, face flushed with manic satisfaction.
No one survived that.
No one.
Not even steel.
But as the dust cleared—
The massive figure still stood.
Unmoved.
Unshaken.
"Is that it?"
Chopper's deep voice rumbled from within the tangled hair.
Calm.
Too calm.
"That felt… pretty good."
"Like a massage."
"If this is your best… I'm disappointed."
"…What?!"
Kumadori's eyes widened in horror.
Not a bruise.
Not a scratch.
Nothing.
"Break…!"
Chopper growled—
And flexed.
BOOM!
The hair restraints—
Exploded.
Shredded into fragments by raw muscle force alone.
"You're too weak."
"You can't even scratch me."
He stepped forward.
His shadow swallowed Kumadori whole.
Then—
A slap.
Just a slap.
But it carried a howling gale.
BOOM!!!
Kumadori vanished.
Blasted through three courthouse walls in a straight line.
Gone.
—
Elsewhere—
Dust hung in the air.
Gunpowder burned.
The distant waterfall roared endlessly.
Usopp knelt on one knee, breathing hard.
Eyes locked ahead.
"Damn it… what is this body?"
He wiped sweat from his brow.
Moments earlier—
Every shot he fired—
Perfect trajectory.
Perfect timing.
And yet—
Fukuro had slipped through them.
Like a leaf riding airflow.
"That's not Observation Haki…"
"That's… control of air currents."
"Chapapa! Sniper, your bullets are too slow!"
Fukuro unzipped his mouth, laughing mockingly.
"My turn!"
"Six Powers—Iron Body: Ball!"
He leapt.
Curled into a sphere.
And spun.
Faster.
Faster.
FASTER.
Air twisted into visible vortex streams around him.
Then—
He became a meteor.
A black spinning mass tearing through the air.
"Incoming!"
Usopp's eyes sharpened.
He rolled sideways—
Just in time.
BOOM!!!
The spinning impact smashed into the ground.
Stone disintegrated instantly.
Debris pulverized into dust.
"Chapapa! Not bad!"
Fukuro didn't stop.
"Try this!"
"Super Spin—Iron Body: Ball!"
This time—
Horizontal.
Faster.
Sharper.
Like a serrated battering ram.
Even Usopp's perception could barely track it.
"…Too fast!"
He couldn't evade.
CRASH!!!
The impact landed square on his chest.
The ground beneath him shattered into a spiderweb of cracks.
And then—
He flew.
Like a cannonball.
Blasting through two massive courthouse walls—
Before disappearing into rubble.
"…Done."
Fukuro steadied himself, patting his belly smugly.
"A sniper hit head-on like that…"
"Every bone in his body should be dust by now."
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