Wings of Justice

As Shiro soared high above the seas, his angelic wings carried him swiftly toward his destination. The salty breeze whipped past him as the vast expanse of the Grand Line stretched in all directions. Below, the lively and colorful island of Dressrosa came into view—a place known for its vibrant culture and turbulent history.

Shiro's ice-blue eyes narrowed as he focused on Green Bit, the small island just north of Dressrosa, where the Tontatta Kingdom lay hidden beneath the thick forest canopy. He activated his Observation Haki, a skill he had honed over the past two years.

The world around him seemed to slow as his senses expanded, allowing him to "see" the energy signatures across Green Bit. He could feel the presence of the Tontatta dwarves, their small but distinct auras scattered beneath the dense trees. Among them were other auras—larger, more imposing presences that didn't belong to the dwarves.

Shiro frowned. These signatures were foreign, and their intentions were unclear. Were they members of the Big Mom Pirates, as the intelligence suggested? Or was something else at play?

He adjusted his flight path slightly, descending just enough to remain out of sight while keeping Green Bit within his Observation Haki's range. His focus sharpened, preparing himself for any potential threats. Whatever awaited him on the ground, Shiro was determined to protect the Tontatta Kingdom and uphold the mission entrusted to him.

As Shiro approached Green Bit, the dense forest and rugged terrain became clearer in his line of sight. Hovering above the island, he focused his Observation Haki more intensely, locking onto the auras that stood out among the sea of smaller presences belonging to the Tontatta dwarves.

Amid the gathered army of the Tontatta stood two towering figures whose power was undeniable. Shiro immediately recognized them from the reports he'd studied during his time as a Marine.

The first was Charlotte Katakuri, the formidable second son of the Big Mom Pirates. Standing over five meters tall, his intimidating presence was matched by his reputation as one of the most powerful Sweet Commanders. His bounty was a staggering 1,057,000,000 berries. Katakuri possessed the Mochi Mochi no Mi, a Special Paramecia-class Devil Fruit that allowed him to create, control, and transform his body into mochi. He was infamous for his mastery of Observation Haki, so advanced that it allowed him to see slightly into the future.

Beside him was Charlotte Smoothie, the towering and elegant 14th daughter of Big Mom. She was another Sweet Commander with a bounty of 932,000,000 berries. Smoothie wielded the Shibo Shibo no Mi, a Paramecia-class Devil Fruit that gave her the ability to wring and squeeze liquid from any object or living being, even abstract things like emotions. Her power made her a terrifying opponent, capable of draining her enemies both physically and mentally.

Shiro's eyes narrowed as he observed the scene. Katakuri and Smoothie were leading what seemed to be a negotiation—or perhaps an intimidation tactic—against the Tontatta forces. Their presence here confirmed the Marines' intelligence: the Big Mom Pirates were indeed making a move on the island.

Shiro landed softly at the edge of the forest, his wings folding back into his body as he concealed his presence. With a deep breath, he prepared himself for the challenge ahead. Facing two Sweet Commanders of the Big Mom Pirates would be no small feat, but Shiro had a mission to complete, and he wasn't about to back down.

As Shiro stepped closer, his steady stride drew the attention of the two Sweet Commanders. Katakuri, sensing his approach long before he emerged from the shadows, turned sharply in Shiro's direction. His eyes scanned the Marine with a calm yet scrutinizing gaze, his trident, Mogura, firmly in hand.

"What is a Marine doing here?" Katakuri asked, his deep voice carrying a mixture of curiosity and mild irritation.

Smoothie turned her attention to Shiro as well, her sharp eyes narrowing slightly. Recognition flashed across her face as she smirked. "Katakuri, isn't that the Rear Admiral who defeated one of our allies, the Jackal Pirates?"

Before she could continue, Shiro cut in, his voice steady but firm. "It's Vice Admiral now," he corrected, his ice-blue eyes locking onto hers briefly before turning back to Katakuri.

Katakuri's grip on his trident tightened slightly, though his expression remained calm. "Vice Admiral, is it? That doesn't change the fact that you're out of your depth here," he said, his voice carrying an undertone of warning.

Shiro stopped a short distance away, standing tall and resolute despite the overwhelming presence of two of Big Mom's most powerful children. His hand rested lightly on the hilt of his katana, ready for anything. "Your presence here violates Marine orders and threatens the Tontatta Kingdom. I suggest you to leave immediately," he said, his tone even but commanding.

Katakuri's eyes narrowed slightly, his aura growing heavier. "You should know, Marine, this isn't a fight you can win."

Shiro remained unmoved, a faint smirk forming on his lips. "We'll see about that."

Shiro stood his ground, his voice calm but resolute as he addressed the two Sweet Commanders. "The Tontatta Kingdom is under the reign of Dressrosa," he stated firmly, his ice-blue eyes locking onto Katakuri's unflinching gaze. "And as such, it falls under the protection of the Marines. Your presence here is a direct threat, one I cannot ignore."

Katakuri's expression remained unreadable, though his grip on his trident, Mogura, tightened slightly. "Protection?" he said, his deep voice carrying a hint of derision. "The Marines have never been able to protect anything from us."

Smoothie tilted her head, her smirk returning. "Bold of you to come here alone, Vice Admiral," she said, her tone laced with amusement. "Do you really think you can stand against us?"

Shiro didn't waver, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his katana. "Try me," he replied, his voice steady as his wings spread slightly behind him, casting an imposing silhouette. "Leave now, or face the consequences."

The tension in the air grew thicker as the two Sweet Commanders exchanged glances, their confidence unshaken but their intrigue evident. Katakuri finally stepped forward, his towering figure radiating menace. "Let's see if your resolve matches your words, Marine."

Katakuri's eyes widened as his Conqueror's Haki surged forward, the sheer pressure of his will crashing toward Shiro like a tidal wave.

But Shiro didn't flinch. Instead, he smirked, a glint of challenge flashing in his ice-blue eyes. "Is that all?" he muttered before unleashing his own Conqueror's Haki, the overwhelming force of his ambition erupting like a storm.

The clash between their wills split the sky above them, sending shockwaves rippling through the battlefield. Soldiers, Tontatta warriors, and even some of the Big Mom Pirates dropped unconscious under the immense pressure. Those who managed to stay conscious found themselves trembling on their knees, struggling to withstand the overwhelming force.

Even Smoothie, one of Big Mom's most formidable commanders, was forced to sit down, her breath coming in short gasps as the two wills collided like titans. She looked up at Shiro in shock, realizing just how dangerous he truly was.

Under his scarf, Katakuri smirked slightly, impressed despite himself. "A Marine with Conqueror's Haki... that's a surprise," he said, his voice calm but laced with intrigue.

Shiro's smirk widened as he stepped forward, his wings flaring behind him. "What? You thought only pirates had ambition?" he retorted, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade.

Katakuri's smirk deepened, his grip tightening on his trident. "Interesting," he muttered, his stance shifting slightly as he prepared for the inevitable clash. "Let's see how far your ambition can take you, Vice Admiral."

The battlefield seemed to hold its breath as the two warriors stared each other down, the air between them crackling with unspoken challenges and the promise of an epic confrontation.

Katakuri lunged forward, his trident Mogura glinting with darkened steel as he wrapped it in Armament Haki. "Nobody interferes!" he barked, his voice commanding and final. "You're too weak. He's mine!" With a burst of speed, he closed the distance, his weapon striking out like a serpent.

Shiro soared into the air, his wings propelling him with precision and speed. His katana gleamed with an obsidian hue, encased in Armament Haki, as he dove toward Katakuri. The clash of their weapons sent another shockwave rippling through the battlefield, the sheer force of the collision splitting the ground beneath them. Sparks flew as Mogura's three-pronged tip met Shiro's blade in a shower of brilliance.

Katakuri spun, using the length of his trident to swipe horizontally, the arc aimed at Shiro's midsection. Shiro countered by twisting midair, his katana parrying the strike with surgical precision. He followed with a rapid downward slash, forcing Katakuri to block and slide back several feet. The impact cracked the ground beneath his boots, but Katakuri gritted his teeth and surged forward again, his strikes faster and more aggressive.

The two combatants exchanged blows with breathtaking speed, their movements a blur to the onlookers who managed to stay conscious. Shiro used his flight to stay unpredictable, launching swift aerial strikes, while Katakuri grounded himself, using his Observation Haki to predict and react to each of Shiro's moves. Mogura jabbed upward in a flurry of thrusts, each one narrowly evaded or deflected by Shiro, who countered with a spinning strike that grazed Katakuri's arm, drawing blood.

Katakuri snarled, gripping his trident tighter as he leapt forward, using his mochi-enhanced strength to push Shiro back. But Shiro met his strength head-on, his wings giving him the momentum to pivot around Katakuri's strikes. In one fluid motion, Shiro swung his katana upward in an attempt to disarm Katakuri, the force of his blow enough to send shockwaves rippling through the air. Katakuri, however, used the momentum to spin Mogura in a defensive arc, parrying the attack and forcing Shiro to retreat midair.

The battlefield trembled beneath their relentless clash, each strike and parry echoing like thunder, signaling a duel that neither intended to lose.

Katakuri's eyes narrowed as he spun his trident, aiming to catch Shiro off guard with a powerful sweep. Shiro, anticipating the strike, darted to the side, narrowly avoiding the trident's sharp tip. The force of the attack sent a gust of wind through the air, but Shiro remained focused, his wings keeping him balanced as he soared back into the fray. With a quick motion, he drew his katana, swinging it towards Katakuri's chest.

Katakuri reacted just in time, using his mochi powers to create a thick shield of mochi that blocked the blade. The impact caused a shockwave, sending ripples through the air as Shiro's sword was stopped in its tracks. Shiro adjusted mid-air, dodging a follow-up strike from Katakuri's trident, but the tip grazed his side, leaving a bleeding wound. Despite the pain, Shiro gritted his teeth and shot forward, his katana glinting in the sunlight.

The two fighters collided once again, their weapons clashing in a burst of sparks. Shiro's katana met Katakuri's trident with such force that it sent the two of them skidding backward, their feet carving grooves into the earth. Shiro, now with a cut along his arm from a grazing attack, pushed off the ground with his wings, soaring upwards and out of Katakuri's reach. Katakuri's eyes followed his movements, his trident never wavering as he prepared for the next assault.

Shiro hovered momentarily, using his Observation Haki to predict Katakuri's next move. He dove toward his opponent with incredible speed, slashing downward. Katakuri, with lightning reflexes, blocked the blow with his trident, but Shiro's strike was so forceful that it pushed Katakuri back a few steps. Katakuri grunted, momentarily off balance, and Shiro took advantage of this opening, aiming a slash at Katakuri's midsection.

The trident came up just in time, but the force of Shiro's attack made the weapon tremble in Katakuri's hands. A shallow cut appeared on Katakuri's side, and he grimaced, his calm demeanor faltering for a brief moment. However, he quickly regained his composure, spinning his trident and creating a wave of mochi that extended toward Shiro's legs, attempting to trap him. Shiro swiftly dodged, flipping backward in the air to avoid the sticky substance.

Both fighters paused, assessing each other. Shiro's breaths were heavy, his body showing signs of the battle. Katakuri, though injured, stood tall, his eyes still locked on Shiro, ready for the next move. "Impressive," Katakuri said, his voice calm but carrying a hint of respect.

Shiro, gripping his katana tightly, replied with a smirk, "I don't go down so easily."

Katakuri's expression remained stoic as he shifted his stance, his trident poised in front of him. "You've pushed me far enough, Marine," he muttered under his breath. His body began to ripple, the familiar stretch of his Devil Fruit powers taking form. The mochi began to warp around his limbs, and in an instant, his entire body was cloaked in the gooey substance, his shape becoming more fluid and elastic.

Shiro narrowed his eyes, recognizing the danger as Katakuri's trident was enveloped in mochi, reshaping into a massive weapon that seemed to stretch out impossibly long. Without warning, Katakuri lashed out with the mochi-covered trident, the weapon extending rapidly towards Shiro's chest.

Shiro reacted just in time, summoning his wings and shooting backward into the air, narrowly evading the deadly point. The trident dug into the ground where he had been standing, leaving a deep mark in the earth. Katakuri's trident retracted quickly, the mochi returning to its original form as the pirate smirked.

"Is that all you have, Marine?" Katakuri's voice was cold but laced with amusement. "You're quick, but speed alone won't defeat me."

Shiro gritted his teeth, feeling the strain in his body from the injuries and the pressure of the battle. "I've barely started."

With a burst of energy, Shiro shot forward, his wings flapping powerfully behind him. His katana shimmered as he swung it downwards, the blade cutting through the air. Katakuri responded instantly, his body shifting like liquid as he avoided the slash, his form flowing around Shiro's blade. The mochi pirate's trident extended once more, this time moving unpredictably like a whip. Katakuri's mastery over his Devil Fruit allowed him to manipulate the shape of the weapon with almost no limitations.

Shiro countered by pulling his sword back and deflecting the trident's strike with his katana. However, Katakuri's trident twisted in the air, catching Shiro's blade and forcing it out of his grip. The trident then lashed forward, aiming for Shiro's midsection.

Shiro, now weaponless, used his wings to maneuver out of the path just in time. He hovered briefly, assessing the situation. He had to think fast. Katakuri's mochi form was unpredictable, and his reach was far greater than Shiro's own. The Marine's breath was labored, the sting of his injuries still fresh.

Katakuri chuckled, his eyes gleaming with confidence. "You can't keep this up forever. Eventually, you'll slip up."

Shiro's gaze hardened. His mind raced as he focused on his surroundings. He had one chance.

With a sudden burst of energy, Shiro dove downward at incredible speed, using his wings to propel himself like a missile. Katakuri's eyes widened as he attempted to adjust, but Shiro was already too close. Shiro's hands shot forward, grabbing hold of the trident's shaft, using his wings to stabilize himself mid-air. With a grunt, he yanked the trident towards him, using the momentum to pull himself up into a spinning kick that slammed into Katakuri's chest.

The impact sent Katakuri skidding back, a crackling shockwave emanating from the collision. Katakuri stumbled for the first time in the battle, his mochi form momentarily destabilized. Shiro took this chance to slam his foot into Katakuri's face, sending the pirate sprawling to the ground.

Katakuri's body rippled once more, reforming and rising to his feet. His expression was now serious, the battle taking a turn. "Impressive, but not enough," he muttered, his trident extending again.

Shiro, his body aching but his resolve stronger than ever, tightened his fists. "I'm just getting started," he declared.

As Katakuri saw Shiro weaponless, his expression hardened with respect. He could sense that this Marine was not going to back down easily, and he was eager to test his own limits against someone worthy. Abandoning his trident without a moment's hesitation, he cracked his knuckles and stepped forward, his voice calm but filled with intensity.

"I'll fight you fairly," Katakuri said, his gaze steady. "I'll leave my weapon behind. Let's see if you can keep up with my fists."

Shiro's eyes narrowed as he prepared for the oncoming battle. Even without his trident, Katakuri was a formidable opponent, his strength unmatched. But Shiro had trained too hard to allow himself to be intimidated. With wings spread wide, he steadied himself, ready to face the onslaught head-on.

Without warning, Katakuri surged forward with swift, powerful punches. His fists were coated in the sticky, elastic mochi of his Devil Fruit, and each strike was fast and relentless. Shiro twisted in the air, narrowly dodging the first few strikes. Katakuri's blows came with precision, each one aiming to land a crushing hit.

Shiro, using his wings to navigate through the air, stayed just out of reach of Katakuri's strikes. He focused on observing Katakuri's movements, feeling the tension in the air as the battle unfolded. Katakuri's attacks were quick, but they followed a predictable rhythm, and Shiro was able to counter with well-placed evasions and occasional jabs of his own.

Katakuri smirked as he noticed Shiro's agility, but he refused to let his guard down. With a sudden change in pace, he launched a series of rapid punches, stretching his arms with the full power of his Devil Fruit. Shiro was forced to backpedal, his wings beating harder to maintain his distance. But just as Katakuri was about to land a devastating blow to Shiro's midsection, Shiro managed to dart beneath Katakuri's outstretched arm and counter with a sweeping roundhouse kick.

The kick connected with Katakuri's side with a resounding thud, sending him stumbling back a few steps. There was a brief flicker of surprise in Katakuri's eyes, but it quickly faded. He wiped some blood from the corner of his mouth, nodding with approval.

"You're strong," Katakuri said, respect evident in his voice. "But can you keep up with my pace?"

Shiro winced slightly from the kick, but he quickly regained his stance, refusing to show weakness. His eyes locked onto Katakuri's, determination burning within them.

As Katakuri lunged forward again, Shiro anticipated his move, dodging just in time as Katakuri's fist crashed into the ground, causing the earth to crack beneath the force. Shiro used his wings to gain the upper hand, his speed now an advantage as he darted through the air, launching a series of precise strikes aimed at Katakuri's exposed sides.

But Katakuri was no slouch. Using his mochi form, he was able to absorb Shiro's hits, twisting and dodging with remarkable agility for someone of his size. The two exchanged blows, neither willing to give an inch. Finally, Katakuri unleashed a devastating uppercut that sent Shiro crashing to the ground with a brutal impact.

Shiro gasped for air, his chest heaving, but he quickly pushed himself to his feet. Katakuri watched him with a measured expression, his respect for the Marine growing with each passing second.

"Impressive," Katakuri said, his voice calm but filled with admiration. "But I'll finish this now."

However, as Shiro staggered back to his feet, Katakuri's expression softened. There was an unspoken respect between the two. Katakuri could tell that Shiro wasn't just some reckless fighter—he had purpose, and his determination had earned Katakuri's respect.

"You fight with honor," Katakuri said. "But I must warn you. If you don't give up now, it won't be easy for either of us."

Shiro met Katakuri's gaze, his eyes filled with fire. "I'm not backing down. Let's finish this."

Katakuri's eyes sharpened, a faint smile tugging at his lips. With a swift movement, he changed tactics, no longer relying on just brute strength but instead blending in his Devil Fruit powers, extending his limbs in unpredictable ways. His punches were faster now, aiming to overwhelm Shiro. The fight had reached its peak, and neither combatant was willing to yield.