The sky was burning crimson as if it were the end of the world. Suffocating heat was pressing down on the very vearth, which was now the battlefield for two kamis to fight. The heat was like a sweltering weight that stole the breath from every living being present there. It was not the comforting warmth of the sun. It was not the gentle waves of heat. It was the rage of a god, an inferno wanting to consume anything and everything present in the very world, only contained by the sheer will of its master.
Yet, despite the heat, despite the suffocating rising of the temperature, there was a cold chill in the atmosphere. The heavens above, churning across the sky in an endless sea of wrath. The clouds were twisting and growling, darkening with every passing moment, forming a storm so violent that it could not only threaten Skypiea but consume the whole world in its rage. But there, directly above the two kamis who stood at the center of it all, was a gaping wound in the storm. The wound in the sky wasn't clear blue and the sun wasn't shining brightly. Instead, the gaping hole was burning with crimson red light and the sun was shining like a hellstorm, no longer a beacon of life but a harbinger of destruction. A molten god of war waiting to erupt and destroy everything in its path.
Even the winds were howling, but not in mere disturbance but in fury. They were screaming for vengeance in a voice only Nika could hear. But the storm had not come to aid him. It had come to bear witness, to cry out against the false kami who dared to defile the skies, who dared to wear the title of their lost god. Lightning, too, raged around them, but it wasn't Enel's. It was the sky itself, alive, enraged, demanding blood. For Enel's blood.
And yet, Enel did not feel fear. His mind refused to comprehend the severity of the situation he had dragged himself into. His arrogance was a fortress, his anger his knight. His delusions were unshaken by even the sheer apocalypse unfurling around him. He could not fathom what stood before him--a nightmare from the depths of eternity, a god who had walked through the beginning and the ending of the universes. A god who had control over not one but several domains.
No, Enel could not see any of it. In his madness, he saw only another obstacle to crush, not fear or dread. He just wanted to crush the so-called kami for belittling him.
"Ha! So this is your power? This is it?!" Enel scoffed, his golden staff crackling with power. "You, a mere child, are nothing before me! YOU HEAR ME?! The skies belong to me! The lightning obeys my every command! I am its one and only ruler. YOU UNDERSTAND, NIKA?! YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A FREAK SHOW!"
Nika didn't respond. He just stood there with a smile--a smile which screamed danger and wrong. But Enel was oblivious to it and took this as a chance to attack.
"PREPARE TO DIE, NIKA!" Enel screamed. His body surged with energy, and his ultimate form unveiled itself in a blinding spectacle of divine arrogance. His skin burned with pure electricity, and his form was grotesquely enlarged with power—a celestial abomination of light and wrath. "200,000,000 Volt Amaru!"
The very air screamed as Enel's electricity flooded it. His entire being had transformed into raw energy, blinding, surging and omnipotent in his own mind. This was his divine judgement. This was his revenge. This was with what he was gonna crush the fake god that had dared to enter his territory. 'You are dead, Nika!' Enel thought wickedly, laughing madly as he struck with full divine judgement.
The colossal blast of lightning descended upon Nika with a force capable of reducing any mortal to ash, cracking the vearth itself with its sheer intensity. The ground seemed to shudder, the onlookers watching from afar shielding their eyes from the all-consuming light, some with their hands over their ears for the rumbling sound about to come and some with fear creeping in their stomachs for the child they wholly believed in.
But it never came. It simply faded, dispersing like golden particles of light, which almost beamed with joy from the contact they made with the true kami of the skies and the sun.
True, Nika stood untouched, unscratched and unharmed. Not even a hair of his being was wounded. His white, luminous divine form didn't even have a prick of dust on it. Yet, he had not dodged. He had not even raised a hand in defense. He had simply stood, letting the 'divine' wrath of Enel crash over him like a mere gust of wind. And then, with the same ease one would brush away a stray ember, Nika reached out, catching the lightning in his very hand.
Enel's arrogance cracked. His pupils shrank to pinpricks, his godly visage faltering as he beheld the impossible. The very essence of his power, the embodiment of his rule, reduced to nothing, unable to harm the thing before him and reduced to a mere plaything in the hands of the creepy monster. The monster who was laughing at him.
The sound was not warm. It was not joyful. It was a mockery. It was cruel. It was the sound of a god who had lost all patience for a worm pretending to be his equal. It was a sound from a god turned devil.
"H-How--?!"
Enel wasn't allowed to speak, to comprehend what was happening, to even think about it. One moment, the thing was cackling like a madman, playing with his lightning, and the next, he threw it back. But it wasn't with the same intensity that should have been in that small bolt of lightning. No, the bolt had been magnified a millionfold, far stronger than Enel had ever tried to make.
Enel was overwhelmed as the painful, electrifying lightning struck square in his chest, not dissolving with his own but clashing against him and sending him hurtling back, crashing into the sky itself. His form flickered and distorted as he struggled to recover, but he wasn't even given ample time, as before he could, Nika was upon him.
One moment, Enel was free falling–the next, a shadow loomed over him, swallowing the crimson sky and the snarling clouds.
Nika was above him, his small hands, suddenly gigantic and clasped together, raised high above the skies like an executioner's blade.
His gigantic fists swung. It was a single strike. Comparable to a titan's hammer. The force of a collapsing sun.
Enel barely had time to react. He tried to morph into pure electricity, his golden trident forming in his desperate attempt to counter, but it was all meaningless as the blow connected.
The impact shattered the sky, cracking the clouds and causing the thunders to rumble in anger. The very Skypiea itself trembled beneath the weight of the god's fury, who didn't want to play with his prey anymore. Who just wanted to finish him. Who had waited and barely stopped himself from lunging at the fake god, a criminal guilty of taking his late brother's title, of the protector of the skies.
A strangled, gurgled scream tore through Enel's lips as he was driven to the ground, the impact carving a crater into the very island he ruled. He couldn't even form a thought after he was crushed like a pancake along with his trusted trident. He was flattened against the vearth, his form folding like fragile parchment under the wrath of the Sun God.
The only thought left in Enel's mind was true instinct, which told him to run, told him to beg for mercy, kneel and apologize to the harbinger of death before him. The once proud and arrogant god tried to crawl, tried to escape, tried to beg, but there was no mercy in the being before him.
Nika did not stop. He did not grant a moment of reprieve. His fists struck again, again, again and again, each strike a death sentence, a cataclysm of vengeance— for the people of Skypiea, for the pain of Enel's team to his crew, but most importantly for Halad. The brother who had once soared through these skies, the rightful guardian, the kind god that Enel had mocked with his very existence.
Meanwhile, with each punch, Enel felt something far beyond pain. It was not just bone-shattering force, not just plain brutality. It was the heat of a thousand dying stars. Perhaps it was magma? No. It was something much hotter. Something so absolute that even his body–made of the untouchable, invincible lighting-bleed and cauterized in mere moments to repeat it all again.
It was not a fight. It was an utter one-sided beatdown, a reckoning that Enel had wanted to avoid. He couldn't even stop to wonder how he was still alive.
Even his screams were soundless, his throat rough and scratchy as the once untouchable, once impervious flesh of his began to blacken, crack and peel away. The heat did not consume him; it violated him, seeped into his very being, twisted his essence into something fragile and breakable. Blood leaked from his mouth, his ears, his broken nose. His once pristine body, untouched by mere mortals, was now nothing more than a canvas of destruction, bruised, swollen, mangled beyond recognition.
Yet Nika did not stop.
Another fist. Another impact that sent shockwaves across the land, splitting the clouds above and cracking the earth below. Another desperate, choking wheeze from Enel, his eyes rolling back as consciousness teetered on the brink. Another until the body beneath him was still.
For a moment, the world stood silent, the gifted realizing the downfall of the fake god. But the storm still raged above, the winds still howled, the heavens still boiled, and in the eye of the hurricane, only one god remained standing, leashing carnage on a dead body.
But Nika wasn't seeing Enel there. He wasn't beating the living crap out of a dead self proclaimed god. No, he was beating the insolent being who had stolen his brother's life. Of the being who he would never get to plummet to the depths of hell and show his place since Nika had already brought that monstrous being to its rightful place centuries ago in his memory. Yet, the sadness of losing a brother, the anger on the being whom he can't hunt down, crafted an incandescent rage in the mourning god, who unleashed it all on the ruthless, fake god of Skypiea and the sky.
The Sun God seemed to be out of control, engulfed in his anger. His chest heaving, his breath coming in slow, measured gulps. Blood was splattered across his pale face, not his own, but Enel's–red blood, a mark of the fallen false deity, staining the true god's divine skin. The onslaught had left his form a monstrous sight. His once white body bathed in the crimson glow of the dying sun, his eyes burning an eerie, unholy red, his very being meddling with the shadows cast by the storm.
Nika's fists would have continued the onslaught, even if Enels' flesh was reduced to mere splatters. He would have continued not out of necessity, but because his rage was not yet spent. The grief, the loss, the fury—
But then, the rain came.
The heavens wept.
A cold, soothing downpour cascaded over him, bringing Nika back to his senses from his grief and loss. The universe had witnessed it thousands of times, yet it had never once failed to comfort the young god, washing away the blood, the filth, the remnants of the being on whom his anger finally crashed. The rain, nature, cleansed him, not in body, but also in spirit, hugging him in a cooling embrace.
And for the first time since stepping into this forsaken battlefield, for the first time since Nika knew about Halad's death, Nika stopped. He closed his eyes and let himself just be there. He let himself feel. Feel the winds consoling him, feel the clouds hovering in worry over him, feel the calmness of the earth.
Nika's crimson eyes opened slowly, flickering upward, locking onto the sky–onto the swirling storm clouds that now seemed softer, no longer antsy, as if they, too, had been freed. A long silence followed for a moment, save for the winds whispering their gratitude and the rain drumming in a quiet requiem.
Then a grin, not mocking, not cruel, but triumphant, of a king who had won his war, spread on Nika's face along with the soothing drum beats, which resonated in the entirety of the Skypiea.
Then the clouds began to disperse, melting away under Nika's wordless commands. The sun, once a vengeful inferno, softened and shone golden once more, no longer burning with pure rage but with the promise of a new dawn.
The battle was over. And below, the world bore witness of its outcome. The Strawhats, the Shandorians, the White Berets, Gan Fall. Even the remnants of Enel's priests and Divine Soldiers.
They had not seen the one-sided fight. They had not seen the judgement cast by the true kami. But they had heard the true wrath of the true god via the storm, raging winds, the rumbling thunders and in the very air they breathed. They had seen the aftermath. The Sun's judgement. The gruesome corpse of the god they once feared laid to waste, and the sight of blood being washed away from Nika's pristine divine form.
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Aisa was watching with wide eyes, standing frozen amidst the ruins of Skypiea, in the safe embrace of Raki. The chaos of the battle was far from her due to big bro Nika's insistence. She had seen the battle unfolding before, the battle where the warriors clashed against the cruel god's troupe. Fighting for freedom, for liberation, for their home. She had been listening since the beginning, since the challenge was first declared. The voices of the warriors had echoed in her mind, fierce and unrelenting, but hers had been the ears cursed with hearing his voice the most.
Enel.
Aisa had feared that voice her entire life. The cold, detached and merciless voice, which was responsible for ending so many in return. It had always been there, woven into the very air of Skypiea, watching and listening to every move anyone made, like a storm cloud never truly fading but waiting to cast lightning on whomever he judged. It had been suffocating. His voice had been scary. But that was only until yesterday, which changed everything.
Aisa had felt it, even before big bro Nika had come to their village. She had felt the warm, carefree and silly voice much earlier—maybe it was when big bro came to their island. His voice had soothed her, eradicated the terrified part of her, and promised to crush the one who made her feel that way.
And that was what big bro was doing right now. Even if Aisa couldn't follow or see the fight, she saw as the heavens themselves opened above the battlefield, with the clouds churning in an otherworldly dance between two deities. One, an oppressor she had long feared. And another, a voice that carried with it the weight of the sky itself, the warmth of the sun, and the fury of a storm that had come not to destroy, but to cleanse.
Aisa clutched the handful of vearth she held dear, her small hands trembling around the precious soil. It was forbidden, stolen from the Upper Yard—the land she had always longed to walk freely. A place Enel had hoarded for himself.
She squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her forehead to the vearth, whispering her silent prayers—not to the empty gods of the past, but to the one standing above them. To the one who had come to end their suffering. "Big bro.. please.. free us."
And when it happened, she felt it before anyone else as the overwhelming and oppressive weight of Enel's power—his voice—began to crack and dwindle before it went silent, absent and empty—completely vanishing.
Aisa gasped, her eyes flying open, and her breath caught in her throat. For the first time in her life, the lightning didn't have the voice of Enel mixed with it. For the first time, she didn't feel the chains around her mind or the oppressive presence of Enel, as the ever-present hum of his existence was gone.
Her lips trembled, her hands pressed over her heart as an overwhelming wave of emotion crashed into her. He was dead. Enel was dead.
Tears spilled down her soft cheeks before she even realized she was crying, a sob wrenched itself from her throat—not of sadness, but of relief. A feeling she had only experienced in the brief moments with Nika. A feeling that was freedom.
"He did it!" Aisa cried, rubbing her eyes, feeling the hold of Raki tighter on her. She could feel her trying to talk to her, but all Aisa could focus on was the voice of Nika. Of the only voice which stood in the battlefield.
"Aisa? What happened? What are you saying?"
"Big bro won.." Aisa murmured, before her voice rose, cracking, screaming at the top of her lungs, to carry the splendid news across the battlefield, through the broken warriors and the shattered sky. "BIG BRO NIKA HAS WON!"
The words rippled like thunder, demanding attention of everyone trying to follow or see the fight.
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Wyper's breath had almost stopped. He couldn't believe what Aisa was saying with teary eyes. He couldn't hear it for a moment, not until he saw it for himself. The bloodied, dismangled corpse of Enel, laying under the feet of the kid—the kami—who captured him, who came with a promise of liberation, of freedom. He had fought for years, leading a war that always felt hopeless. No matter how many times he struck, he was just a man, and Enel? Enel was a monster, capable of knowing his every move before he even executed them.
And yet, in mere moments, Nika had completely obliterated him. In a one-sided battle. It was over. But Wyper didn't know what to do with the rage, the desperation, the thirst for revenge—it didn't know what to do with himself. He had wanted to strangle the life out of Enel with his own two hands and yet he couldn't. A kid—a kami—had done it. He had liberated them. His people had won.
For the first time in his life, Wyper had no one left to fight and that terrified him, but the moment he turned to look at Nika–the Sun and Sky god, a warrior of legend, standing there with rain washing the blood off his skin—Wyper's head lowered. It was not in shame or submission, but in acknowledgement. 'That idiot… he really did it.'
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On the other side, Gan Fall standing at the edge of the battlefield, with his gaze locked on the remains of Enel, was awestruck with the brutality and the feat of the impossible being turned to possible. He had feared this moment would never come. He had feared Skypiea would remain under tyranny forever. But now, as he watched the Sun God stand victorious—the real God of the Sky and Sun—his knees felt weak. Not from exhaustion, but from sheer relief. He had lived long enough to witness the day Skypiea was freed. 'Nika.. we owe you everything.'
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Conis, gripping her father's arms, stood at a distance, watching the remains of the false kami with wide, trembling eyes. She had feared for her home, for her people, for the friends she had made among the Strawhats. She had feared that Enel would come victorious and crush them under his divine judgement. But now, as she watched the Sun God, Nika, standing there, his entire being silhouetted against the remnants of divine fury, she felt something she hadn't felt in years.
Hope.
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Beside her, Payaga also watched, his expression a mix of awe and apprehension as he puzzled over the implications of Nika's power. He couldn't help but wonder if the young kami, with abilities that transcended anything he had ever known, would become the god of Skypiea. Despite his lingering fear for her daughter, for the Skypieans, there was an undeniable respect that surged within him for the young god who freed them all.
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Meanwhile, Commander McKinley stood frozen as he watched Enel's obliterated corpse. The kami—no, the tyrant—who had oppressed the Skypians for so long, had finally fallen. A surge of conflicting emotions twisted in his chest. A part of him felt a strange respect for the fallen god but another part couldn't ignore the fear and suffering he had inflicted on their people. It was only recently that he had realized that he loathed the kami but he had been scared to acknowledge it as the truth. Scared for his life, knowing that if the 'kami' came to know about it, he would unleash his divine punishment on him.
But now, the sight of the once mighty kami sprawled on the ground, his corpse far beyond recognition, signaled the end to the reign of terror that had suffocated Skypiea for too long. It made his heart light as the reality of the victory sank in.
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On the other hand, Gedatsu stumbled back, his mind still reeling from the recent events. The defeat he suffered at the hands of the blondie felt surreal, but the true weight of his failure lay in the revelation that the god he had devoted his life to, Enel, had been bested by a mere child. "What… what just happened?" He muttered, disbelief and confusion swirling within him. The foundation of his beliefs crumbled in an instant, leaving him dizzy at the absurdity of his once loyalty to a false idol.
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Even the remaining Divine Soldiers, who had once fought for Enel without question, were now pale with horror. Their unwavering belief in their god had been shattered. Some fell to their knees, some trembled, others simply stared, their minds unable to comprehend how the invincible Enel had been utterly, mercilessly erased from existence.
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But the reality for the Strawhats was far different than others. For them, the battlefield felt suddenly eerily silent, despite the pitter-pattering of the rain, or the relief sighs and words of the Skypieans who were happy to be free.
But for the Strawhats, all they could see was the remains of the one-sided battle: the charred earth, the shattered stones, the rain-soaked blood that had been washed away by the sky's tears. And at the center of it all, standing amidst the remnants of a massacre, was him. Their captain. Their friend. The Sun and the Sky God. Nika. Luffy.
Luffy—Nika—standing with his arms hanging loosely at his sides, his chest rising and falling in deep, steady breaths—but not from exhaustion, it was from residue anger. His glowing red eyes, filled with something ancient and untouchable, gazing at the sky as they adjusted to the aftermath of his own storm. The last drops of rain were sliding down his face, carrying with them theremaining blood of the false god he had just destroyed.
The Strawhats felt unable to even move at the sight.
They had seen Luffy fight before. They had seen him destroy Kuro, Krieg, Arlong, Wapol, and other unnamed people. True, he had finished them without playing around, gave them swift blows and ended the fight. Hell, he had even given them terrible wounds, from which they would never be able to recover ever but this?
This was something else.
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Zoro's gaze locked onto what was left of Enel. He barely recognized it. Even with all the battles he had been in, with all the blood he had seen spilled, with all people he had seen dying, he had never seen a fight end like this. Not with a duel. Not with an opponent knocked out. His grip on his swords tightened, his mouth pressing into a thin line at the complete and utter annihilation.
Zoro knew Luffy was strong. Far stronger than he could reach right now. He knew that he was a god. But for the first time, he was truly forced to face what that truly meant. It wasn't just simple crazy power. No, it was divine wrath.
Zoro exhaled slowly, letting his lips curl up into a smirk. "Damn, cap'! When you judge someone, you really don't hold back."
Sanji let out a slow, shaky whistle, exhaling a puff of smoke. "Damn." That was all he could feel and say right now. After all, it was the first time for him to see a god—it's amazing that they truly exist and the idiot captain he chose to follow is one—fight. "He didn't just win but obliterated that bastard."
Nami, who had always known Luffy as the goofy, carefree captain, felt pale. She had seen him angry before, that was something she'll never forget. Her fists were clenched, her nails digging into her palm but she wasn't sure if she was feeling relief, fear, or something else entirely. This was Luffy. Their Luffy. And yet, watching him stand there, his glowing eyes flickering between joy and something deeper, she felt something she had never felt before.
Awe. Fear. Amazement.
Nami knew she should say something—should react—but words were stuck in her throat, refusing to get out.
Usopp, on the other hand, was not at a loss of words.
"LUFFY DID THAT?!" Usopp screeched, taking several steps back at the horrific scene, his hands trembling. He had always bragged about Luffy's strength, depended on him, always believed in him but this? Seeing Enel's remains? Seeing Luffy, his face shadowed, his glowing red eyes staring into the sky with that victorious, almost divine grin? "T-That's Luffy, right? That's still Luffy?"
Meanwhile, Chopper had his hooves covering his mouth, his eyes wide with shock and a bit of fear. He knew Luffy was strong. He knew that Luffy's a god—a part of him had known since the day they first met. But he had never seen him like this. It was.. completely different. "Is.. he okay?"
Robin, the quiet observer, held Chopper's trembling hands gently while her eyes observed every move of the young god. She had seen the fight—her fruit powers allowed her to—taking in every detail, every movement. She had read about gods. About myths. She had been told their stories, their deeds. But it was the first time she saw a kami pass judgment.
It was something entirely different.
Luffy is not just a pirate or a revolutionary. He is not just a warrior. He is a force of nature. The protector of both the sun and the skies.
And yet, as the storm clouds parted, as the rain faded into the heavens, and as the battlefield lay still, he turned to them. His expression shifted. His glowing red eyes softened, losing their godly wrath. Even the ominous aura faded and his shoulders relaxed.
And then Luffy grinned—his big, wide, stupidly playful, innocent, carefree smile. "Man, that was fun!"
Silence. Absolute silence.
Before all hell broke loose.
"YOU CALL THAT FUN?!" Usopp's scream was the first to ring out as he finally let himself drop down to the ground in relief—that Luffy was still the person he knew.
"ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?!" Nami screeches, snapping herself out of a trance, to march toward Luffy, without even an ounce of fear in her heart. "YOU JUST PUNCHED SOMEONE TO THE POINT THAT HE ISN'T EVEN RECOGNIZABLE!" Nami shouted, grabbing Luffy by his collar, which he surprisingly let her do without avoiding.
"Yep! I know! I'm pretty strong, right?" Luffy beamed, completely unbothered, and flashing a smile which had Nami squint her eyes due to its intensity.
"Wha–?!" Nami sputtered, feeling her hands gripping onto thin air the next second.
"Tch. Babysitting a god is getting exhausting." Zoro crossed his arms, shaking his head in mild amusement.
"Hey! I'm not a baby!" Luffy pouted, back to being a child throwing a tantrum, which had everyone questioning if what had happened mere minutes was real.
Sanji let out a snort, relieved to see Luffy's childish self. "At least now we know what happens when Luffy actually gets pissed."
Chopper, still shaking, took a hesitant step forward. "Luffy, are you okay?"
Luffy blinked at him, tilting his head. "Yeah! Why wouldn't I be?"
Chopper opened his mouth, then shut it. Then opened it again. Then shut it again. There was indeed no injury on Luffy. Not even a trickle of blood.
Robin chuckled softly, a smirk playing at her lips. "It seems that Luffy is still Luffy, despite being a god."
Usopp let out a strangled noise and collapsed backward onto the ground. "I'm gonna need a minute," He wheezed.
Luffy just laughed at the familiar welcome from his crew. He hadn't thought about how they would react but now he felt at ease.
Then, his grin stretched wider, his hands clapping together, as he demanded for attention. "Alright! Now that that's done, LET'S HAVE A FEAST!"
The sudden, loud declaration snapped everyone out of their own thoughts and happiness.
"…HUH?!"
The Strawhats blinked at him, still standing in the eerie remains of the battlefield, where the scent of scorched earth and blood still lingered. It was such an abrupt shift that their brains lagged trying to keep up.
"Are you SERIOUS?!" Nami screeched, her hands flying to her head. "A FEAST?! RIGHT NOW?!"
Luffy tilted his head, looking genuinely confused. "Yeah? We won, didn't we?" He threw his arms up as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Big fight, big win, big party! That's how it works!"
Sanji sighed, taking a deep drag from his cigarette before exhaling. "Can't argue with that logic, I guess."
Zoro huffed out a chuckle. "Hah. Figures."
Usopp was still sprawled on the ground, looking dazed. "This idiot. We were just questioning his existence a second ago, and now he wants to eat."
A few paces away, McKinley, the commander of the White Berets, who had been standing in silence and awe at the young god, finally turned to his men to command. "We need to announce this to the people," He said firmly, noticing only eight of them in a good state to do so. The rest were either injured or.. dead.
The White Berets nodded, snapping out of their daze. They had a duty to fulfill. The good news needed to reach every corner of the land.
"We'll go too."
McKinley turned to see Conis, Pagaya, and three other civilians—those who had been forced into Enel's challenge—standing behind him. Their expressions were determined.
"This is something everyone needs to hear," Conis said, hands clenched into fists. "We need to spread the news that Skypiea is finally free."
McKinley nodded, leading the charge.
From the Shandorian side, ten warriors silently observed the exchange before stepping forward as well. "We'll return to our people and tell them," One of them stated.
As the group departed, the Strawhats slowly began to figure out how to make a feast because at this point, there was no way of stopping him.
Sanji ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "Alright, fine. We need food."
Zoro cracked his neck. "I'll hunt."
Sanji immediately smirked. "Oh? Think you can beat me?"
Zoro scoffed, rolling his shoulders. "You're on, curly-brow."
Hearing this, three Shandorian warriors, still high on the thrill of battle, suddenly grinned. "Hunting?" One of them echoed. "Sounds like fun."
"Let's make it a competition," Another suggested, eyes gleaming.
The challenge was set. Without another word, Zoro and Sanji took off into the jungle, the three Shandorians following closely.
"Here we go again," Usopp muttered, watching them disappear into the trees.
Robin chuckled. "I suppose a battle royale for food is fitting."
"We need drinks too," Nami muttered, scanning the surroundings. "And something to serve all the food on."
Robin, hearing Nami, tapped a finger against her chin. "There has to be a storage area belonging to the priests. It might likely contain supplies."
Nami's eyes lit up. "Then what are we waiting for? Let's go loot them."
The two women quickly made their way through the remnants of the battlefield, their sharp eyes scanning for anything useful.