One Piece: King of the World

Buckin watched as all her wealth was reduced to ashes. Her face twisted with madness as she scrambled up from the wreckage of the fruit stand, screaming hysterically:

"Who?! Who dares attack us?!"

Weevil had already taken the massive naginata from his back and gripped it tightly, standing protectively by her side.

Suddenly, a figure appeared nearby, wearing a yellow-striped suit, a Marine Admiral's justice coat draped over his shoulders, and a pair of orange-tinted sunglasses. His posture was casual, and his expression had a certain sleazy indifference.

"Oh? You managed to dodge it? I was pretty confident about that last move," Borsalino said lazily in his signature drawl.

When Buckin saw who it was, she froze in disbelief. What the hell?! The highest power of Marine Headquarters? Admiral Kizaru?!

Didn't that old man say pirates were coming? Why is an Admiral here instead?

A chill of suspicion crept over her. Something about this situation smelled like a setup.

Before she could react further, Borsalino raised his index finger, pointing it toward the fruit stand where Buckin and Weevil stood. The fingertip began to glow with an intense golden light.

In the next instant, a laser beam shot out toward the pair.

Weevil, though simple-minded and arrogant, didn't care about titles like Admiral. He didn't recognize Kizaru, and even if he did, he wouldn't understand what that meant.

With a surge of power, his thick legs propelled his massive frame forward. The naginata in his hands came crashing down with incredible force, colliding with the laser beam.

A violent shockwave erupted from the point of impact, scattering debris everywhere and dispersing the laser mid-flight.

Weevil barreled through the resulting explosion and leapt toward Borsalino, swinging his weapon down with terrifying power. The attack cleaved through the Borsalino's body, slicing him cleanly in two and smashing the building behind him into rubble.

But the moment Weevil landed, a familiar voice echoed from a short distance away.

"Yare yare... that was close, that was close. So, you're the self-proclaimed son of Whitebeard? You certainly have the strength for it."

Weevil's eyes widened as he turned toward the voice, Borsalino was standing on a nearby rooftop, unharmed. The spot where he'd been "cut" was nothing more than shattered light particles reforming into his solid form.

Even with his limited intelligence, Weevil recognized the nature of this power. His brow furrowed in anger.

"Logia..." he muttered.

With a frustrated growl, he clenched his weapon tighter, coating the blade with a thick layer of black Haki.

"Don't you bully my mama!!" Weevil roared.

Without warning, he swung the naginata in a wide arc. A shockwave, crackling with Haki, surged forward like a wild beast on a rampage. The earth beneath it splintered, stone tiles ripping free and soaring into the air as the wave advanced toward Borsalino.

"Light-Refraction Prism."

Borsalino calmly crossed his arms over his chest and spoke softly.

The next moment, a brilliant beam of light shot from his palms to meet the incoming shockwave. The two forces collided mid-air, erupting in a deafening explosion that carved a massive crater into the ground.

As the smoke and debris clouded the area, Weevil charged straight through it. His naginata, still coated in Haki, sliced toward Borsalino with reckless ferocity.

Borsalino uncrossed his arms and conjured a golden sword of light.

"Ama no Murakumo no Tsurugi." (Heavenly Cloud Sword)

The glowing blade met Weevil's attack head-on. Sparks flew with each clash, shockwaves rippling through the surroundings. Within moments, they exchanged multiple blows, their strikes creating powerful gusts that toppled nearby structures.

As the fight wore on, Weevil grew more agitated. His attacks became wilder. With a roar, he abruptly shifted his stance and slammed his naginata downward with all his might.

Borsalino's eyes narrowed.

"Oh no... that's bad," he muttered.

The naginata struck the ground with devastating force. A shockwave exploded outward, tearing through the street and engulfing the Admiral. The impact obliterated everything in its path, leaving a massive crater in its wake.

Weevil's expression lit up with excitement. "Mama, I did it!" he cheered.

But his joy was short-lived. Without warning, a wave of frost surged from an alleyway nearby, racing across the ground and encasing him in ice. Within seconds, Weevil was trapped in a massive, glistening block of ice.

A tall figure stepped out from the shadows. His breath misted in the cold air, and ice crackled beneath his boots with each step.

"Did you die, Borsalino?" asked Kuzan, his voice calm but carrying a hint of concern.

On a nearby rooftop, Borsalino reappeared, completely unscathed, with his hands casually resting in his pockets.

"Hoooh... that was close. He's pretty strong, huh? I might not be able to handle him alone," Borsalino said with mock seriousness.

"Yeah, sure," Kuzan snorted. "Like hell you can't."

Even if Weevil was a monster with raw power, no pirate could casually overpower an Admiral. Borsalino was obviously just fishing for an excuse to slack off.

"His ability definitely counters yours, though," Borsalino added.

Kuzan frowned, his gaze shifting to the frozen figure. Ice already showed signs of cracking along the surface.

"You're right," Kuzan muttered.

With a deafening crack, the ice shattered into countless shards. Weevil emerged, shaking the frost from his hair. His breath steamed in the air.

"Cold... Mama, it's so cold," he whined.

Buckin's confidence wavered. She recognized Kuzan instantly—Admiral Aokiji.

Two Admirals?

Her heart sank. This was a nightmare. Not even Newgate could win against two Admirals at once. There was no way out.

Unless... unless she could escape and find help.

Buckin's eyes darted around as she quickly formulated a plan.

Weevil will hold them off... and I'll run. My life's more important than his.

"Weevil! Keep those two busy! Mama's going to find some help for you!" she shrieked.

Without waiting for a response, she turned and sprinted away.

Weevil, ever obedient, beamed with childlike trust. "Okay, Mama! Hurry back!"

Kuzan and Borsalino exchanged unimpressed glances.

"That's just sad," Kuzan muttered.

"Yeah... poor fool," Borsalino sighed.

Buckin had only managed a few steps when she suddenly felt a sharp, burning pain in her chest. Her eyes flicked downward. Blood seeped through her clothes.

A cold, dispassionate voice sounded from behind her.

"Shoot to kill—Shinsō."