One Piece: Curse of Immortality

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"Whooosh!"

Violent winds swept across the battlefield, blowing away the smoke and dust above everyone's heads. 

Multicoloured lights streaked outward like shooting stars in all directions. Onigashima gradually came into view once more, and the centre of the battlefield became visible.

But when everyone finally saw what was happening, they collectively froze, inhaling sharply as expressions of confusion and disbelief spread across their faces.

"When did they arrive? They've surrounded Arashi—are they planning to attack him together?"

"Are all these people here to take on the Fleet Admiral of the Marines?"

At the edge of the massive crater at the battlefield's centre, numerous powerful figures stood scattered. 

Their stances varied, but each radiated an overwhelming presence.

They all had one thing in common—their eyes were locked onto Arashi, who stood tall in the very heart of the crater. It was clear their target was the same.

"Led by Marshall D. Teach, the Blackbeard Pirates have recently been unusually active in the New World, showing signs of rising as the next Emperor!"

"Then there's the Red-Haired Pirates, who joined the assault on Marineford and earned the title 'Iron Wall Pirates!'"

"And that ominous man, cloaked in a sinister aura, along with his mysterious companions—they're nothing to scoff at either!"

"Are all of them here to challenge Arashi, the Fleet Admiral of the Marines? This is beyond shocking!"

At that moment, both pirates and Marines were equally shaken. No one had expected that just as Arashi's fierce battle with two Emperors was nearing its climax, a new group of uninvited guests would suddenly appear on Onigashima.

Even more surprising was that these parties were not allied with one another, yet each of them was strong enough to cause the battlefield to tremble.

In an instant, the air became thick with tension, suffocating and oppressive. 

Some of the weaker individuals even began to tremble uncontrollably, overwhelmed by the clashing auras at the centre.

"What direction will this war take now?"

At the same time, the five Marine admirals also noticed the sudden arrivals. They looked up in unison, their expressions turning grim.

"Have the kings of the sea all gathered in one place?"

"Fufufufufu… even those who usually stand at the pinnacle of the world stage are descending to join this battle?"

"Arashi… what kind of war have you stirred up?"

In a corner of the battlefield, Doflamingo's sunglasses flashed as his gaze swept over Marshall D. Teach and Red-Haired Shanks. 

But soon, his eyes locked onto a silent elder who had just arrived. 

Doflamingo recognised him, and the realisation sent a shiver down his spine. Despite playing a side role in this war, he unconsciously stepped forward.

"Young master! Are you joining the fight?" Trebol raised his voice, startled.

"We're already part of this war," Doflamingo replied with a sigh. "If I keep standing around doing nothing…" He paused, his voice sinking.

"That man will come looking for me after the war." His words shocked the members of the Donquixote Family behind him.

"You've chosen the Marines' side, Doffy?" Diamante asked in disbelief.

"Chosen?" Doflamingo laughed darkly.

"Fufufufufu…"

The light from his glasses reflected memories—his first meeting with that man on Minion Island, the day he was personally taught Haki in the West Blue.

So many years had passed, and now…

"You're wrong," he murmured. "We made our choice more than ten years ago."

He took a deep breath and fixed his gaze on the tall man standing at the centre of the crater.

"That man… might be the only one who ever gave me warmth and guidance. Even if… it wasn't much."

His final words were barely audible. The breeze lifted the feathers of his coat as he stepped decisively toward the battlefield's centre.

For all the ups and downs in his life, Doflamingo had never made a choice as resolute as this moment.

Elsewhere, a wave of perfume swept by. With a single kick, the tall and graceful Boa Hancock turned her enemies to stone. 

Then she lifted her head, worry creasing her beautiful brow.

"I'm too worried about Arashi! I must go help him—immediately!" Ignoring the cries of her followers from Amazon Lily, Hancock charged ahead.

At the same time, Bartholomew Kuma, Gecko Moria, and others scattered across the battlefield turned their attention to the same place.

"The Five Elders?" Kuma muttered. "This war has even drawn them out?"

He felt, strangely, that following Arashi might have been the right decision all along.

What few knew was that Kuma belonged to the Buccaneer race—giants in both size and strength, capable of producing drumbeats like the legendary Drums of Liberation.

He still remembered the day he first saw Luffy's awakening. The rhythm of those drums had shocked him to his core, for he knew what they truly meant.

But even with the Drums of Liberation echoing, Nika still lost to this man. Or perhaps, it couldn't be called a loss. The battle had ended abruptly, without a conclusive result.

Kuma's life had been full of turmoil. He once chose to sacrifice himself but at the edge of the abyss, that man had pulled him back.

From that day on, he followed Arashi silently, faithfully. Now, as Kuma watched the Five Elders descend from the heavens, stepping into the mortal world, he understood why.

Their arrival could mean only one thing.

"My dream… is to liberate the oppressed, people like me. In this world, maybe only you can do that—Arashi!" He took a step forward, whispering the name.

To force the gods down from their thrones…Only a god could do that.

The wind howled fiercely. Sand and stone scraped across the ground with a hiss. At the crater's centre, Arashi grinned wildly.

He slowly lifted his head, eyes sweeping over the people surrounding him. "The ones who should be here... and the ones who shouldn't. You've all shown up."

The wind intensified, whipping at his tattered pants. Due to his Kunpeng awakening, Arashi's body had grown massive. 

His pants were torn, now resembling shorts clinging to his legs.

His chest bulged with thick pectorals, his abs and lats forming perfect lines. His biceps looked like sculpted granite, radiating raw power.

Standing there, he resembled a statue carved from rock—masculine, dominant, and overflowing with primal might.

And this… was merely the natural aura of a body trained to its absolute peak.

"Marshall D. Teach," Arashi called the first name, his gaze sharp and predatory, fixed on the figure in front of him.

"How's your kidney holding up?" He sneered. His facial muscles twisted into a mocking grin.

Teach's smiling face instantly turned livid with fury. No doubt, this was the greatest humiliation of his life. "Arashi! You still don't realize the situation you're in!"

"Today, you'll be facing more than just me! Former Marine Admiral—now my right-hand man and vice-captain—Sakazuki!"

Teach shouted, pointing to the square-faced man beside him, whose expression was dark as ever.

"Oh?" Arashi laughed coldly. "Two defeated dogs—combine them and you think you'll win?"

"You're just repeating your last failure. Of course, we're not the only ones!" Teach roared.

"Don't you see? Red-Haired Shanks—along with the Red-Haired Pirates!"

On the opposite side, Shanks said nothing. He stared at Arashi with dark eyes, seemingly lost in thought.

After the war at Marineford, the two had become clear enemies.

But unlike the others, Shanks had a different concern—if Arashi kept stirring up chaos, the balance of the world itself could collapse.

Should that happen, peace would vanish, and the seas would fall into endless war.

"There's more! Arashi, you'll never guess who you're facing today!" Teach's voice grew louder, filled with excitement. "Zehahahaha!"

He turned toward another group, led by a cold, powerful old man. "Saint Jaygarcia Saturn!"

Arashi suddenly said his name, his gaze shifting to the elder. "Saturn of the Five Elders, Warrior God of Scientific Defence. Even you couldn't sit this one out, could you?"

A cold smirk spread across Arashi's face. Teach blinked in disbelief. "You… know him?"

But Arashi didn't answer. He didn't even look at Teach. His gaze remained locked on Saturn.

"After thorough assessment, we've determined this is the best chance—" Saturn's voice turned cold. "To weaken… or rather, eliminate you."

Arashi's eyes narrowed, then he burst into laughter.

"HAHAHAHAHA!"

The laughter echoed for a long time before fading. In its place came a chilling silence.

"Then… are you all ready?" 

Even Saturn's expression turned grave. His body felt weighed down, as if crushed by a mountain. That was how heavy Arashi's words were.

"Are you prepared—For total war?!"

His voice rang out powerfully across the crater, echoing in everyone's ears. Saturn's face darkened with severity.

"This is a decision we didn't make lightly, Arashi. Your actions challenge the foundation of the world itself. You've broken its balance and disrupted its peace."

"We must use everything in our power to destroy you—and everything under your command."

Arashi said nothing. He stood there.

Unmoving.

Unshaken.

At that moment, even Marshall D. Teach fell silent. His expression grew solemn as he listened intently, realizing something was off from their exchange. 

Beside him, Sakazuki's face was grim.

"This time... even the Marines won't be spared?" Arashi murmured. Saturn remained silent, clearly confirming the accusation. 

They could no longer tolerate the ever-growing strength of the Marines under Arashi's command, especially as it slipped out of their control. 

A powerful dog that no longer obeyed its master—naturally, it had to be slaughtered and a disobedient pet could always be replaced. 

"So be it," Arashi chuckled, glancing around at everyone present.

Marshall D. Teach, Red-Haired Shanks, Saturn, and Figarland Garling all tensed, their gazes locking onto him. 

"A gathering of losers... come here today," he said coldly. 

"You hope to destroy the light of dreams that has just begun to shine upon this world. To snuff out a spark the moment it appears."

Arashi's expression turned fierce. "What a joke!" With a powerful flex, his muscles rippled, and the ground trembled beneath his feet, sending up clouds of dust.

"Come at me, all of you!" he roared. "Let's see if you truly have what it takes to stand before me!"

What no one expected was that Arashi would strike first. Despite his massive frame, his speed defied all logic. 

From the space between his shoulder blades, black bones burst forth and rapidly expanded into two massive wings.

With a single flap, space itself rippled. His speed surged again as if he were diving through folded dimensions.

"Fwoosh—!" The sharp sound of air being sliced rang out. The first to react was...

Marshall D. Teach! "Watch out!" Sakazuki shouted, but it was already too late. 

Arashi's fist drew back, wrapped in black and red lightning that exploded with blinding light.

"You're out first, Teach!" he snarled. A thunderous crash erupted. The impact sounded like a tsunami crashing ashore. 

Arashi's punch landed square on Teach's face, launching him like a cannonball across the battlefield.

"The war has begun!" Shanks shouted, drawing his sword. His voice and the ensuing explosion echoed across the entire battlefield.

Arashi's blow was nothing short of cataclysmic. The sheer momentum sent Teach hurtling five or six kilometers away, bouncing and crashing through the ground until he finally smashed into the crowd, forming a massive crater.

Then—he went completely still.

"Teach!" Only then did Lafitte and the others react, their eyes wide in horror. They turned to Arashi, and when his cold gaze met theirs, an icy chill ran down their spines.

Yes, the Blackbeard Pirates had grown stronger since entering the New World. But they had also forgotten something vital—

This man... was still terrifyingly powerful.

"Arashi!" Sakazuki was the first to recover. After just a moment's pause, magma erupted around his body as he roared and threw a fiery punch.

At such close range, even Arashi had no room to dodge. He turned his head slightly, eyes narrowing.

"Sakazuki," he said, his tone laced with contempt.

In many ways, Sakazuki had always been his rival. But in all their clashes, he'd been the one constantly overwhelmed.

"Iron Body."

Arashi's entire body tensed. His skin, muscles, and cells hardened, becoming as tough as steel. Instantly, Haki cloaked his frame.

Boom! The shockwave blasted magma across the ground, creating deep pits and scorching the earth. The surrounding temperature spiked dramatically.

"You still haven't learned your lesson, Sakazuki," Arashi muttered, towering like a monolith.

Compared to his massive form, Sakazuki barely reached his waist. 

The punch had landed squarely against Arashi's chiselled abs, and sparks flew from the impact as if magma had struck a metal wall.

"This... this is impossible!" Sakazuki gasped, eyes full of disbelief.

Suddenly, the air trembled.

A massive hand crashed through the space, five fingers clamping down on Sakazuki's skull like an iron vice.

"Did you think a pack of weaklings like you could take me down?" Arashi growled. His fingers tightened and lifted Sakazuki clean off the ground with ease.

Sakazuki cried out in pain. His fists flailed wildly, hurling magma in every direction, scorching air and stone alike.

"Hellhound!" 

"Great Eruption!"

But his fire and lava could do nothing to the man before him—this demon that had seemingly crawled out of the depths of hell.

Arashi's body, forged by the awakened Kunpeng Fruit, had reached a defensive level that was nearly immune to elemental damage.

Combined with Iron Body and Armament Haki, his durability had become monstrous.

Raising his arm, Arashi hoisted Sakazuki into the air with one hand. Then he slammed him into the ground.

Boom! The earth shuddered.

The shockwave blasted several Blackbeard Pirates off their feet. A stunned gasp spread through the battlefield.

Sakazuki's head had been smashed into the ground, creating another meteor-sized crater.

His body lay there, splayed out in the shape of a cross, arms and legs stretched stiffly.

"Phew..." Arashi exhaled slowly and finally lowered his hand.

His gaze swept toward the rest of the Blackbeard Pirates. Terrified, they all took several steps back.

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

Finally, Sakazuki vomited a mouthful of blood. 

Incredibly, in just a few short moments since the war began, the once-rising Blackbeard Pirates had already been crushed by Arashi alone.

Captain and vice-captain—both defeated. With the whole world watching. Arashi slowly lifted his leg, then brought it crashing down on Sakazuki's abdomen.

"Aaaargh!"

The scream twisted Sakazuki's body in agony.

"Marine traitor," Arashi said coldly. "You committed crimes, violated Marine law—normally, you'd be tried in a military tribunal."

"But you hijacked a warship and fled the Marines. That makes it a whole different story, Sakazuki!" He bent down and grabbed him by the throat again, lifting him effortlessly.

"This is straight justice! Even if I wanted to let you go for the sake of our past, it's impossible now." There was regret in his voice—just a hint.

"Hahaha! There's no such thing as 'our past'!" Sakazuki sneered through bloody lips.

"You're nothing but a hypocrite—using 'justice' as a mask to pursue your ambition, Arashi! You may have fooled the world... but not me!" 

Arashi smiled faintly. "Hypocrisy, huh? You forget one thing."

Sakazuki frowned, confused. "I never once claimed to be a righteous man. You forgot that, didn't you?"

His lips curled into a cruel grin. With a twist of his arm, Arashi flung Sakazuki into the air. At the apex of his flight, Sakazuki began to fall.

Crackling with black and red lightning, Arashi clenched his fist and entered a stance. "You and I... were always known in the Marines as the coldest, most ruthless men."

Sakazuki's pupils shrank. He wanted to dodge—but his body couldn't move. The previous blows had shattered all his strength. As their bodies aligned in midair, Arashi punched.

"Galaxy Divide!"

The very air twisted. Time seemed to stop. Sakazuki's mind froze. His entire life flashed before his eyes—

From his days studying at the Marine Academy under Zephyr-sensei... to meeting Arashi at a fortress in the West Blue... to the awakening of his Magma Fruit...

He recalled the praise, admiration, and respect he had once earned and then his encounter with Arashi again, the man who would turn his world into ashes.

His dreams... all of it, gone.

"No! I won't lose!"

He screamed inside, snapping out of the vision. His face twisted in madness. But then, that glowing black-red fist struck his abdomen.

Instantly, Sakazuki's entire expression froze. The fury and rage were extinguished like a dying flame.

Crack!

A terrible sound echoed in his ears, as if something had shattered.

Time slowed.

One second.

Two.

Three.

Agonising pain spread from his gut to every nerve, every bone and then... the light of life dimmed.

Sakazuki flew backwards like a broken meteor, gouging a trench across the battlefield and then, he vanished from sight.

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