In an alleyway of Alubarna, a blue-nosed reindeer and a long-nosed man were running for their lives.
"Usopp? Why are we running?"
"I don't know! Sanji told us to run, so we just need to run! After all, we aren't fighters; we can't beat those monsters at all." The long-nosed brother wore a look of panic, clearly quite terrified of that okama assassin from earlier.
"By the way, where did Nami run to..."
"Watch out!"
Just as Usopp was about to continue, the little reindeer suddenly let out a cry of alarm and hurriedly shoved the long-nosed brother aside with all his might.
Whoosh!
A white, spherical object flew past, barely grazing Usopp's long nose, and slammed viciously into a wall beside the alley. A violent explosion followed, sending sparks flying and smoke billowing.
"Are you okay, Usopp?" Chopper, having transformed into his small hybrid form, asked anxiously.
"I'm fine." Usopp sat on the ground and shook his head. Looking at the scattered rubble, his face was filled with lingering fear.
"Was that just now... a baseball?"
Although it was only for an instant, the long-nosed sniper's exceptional dynamic vision allowed him to see the true appearance of the white object. But what puzzled the long-nosed brother even more was: how could a baseball pack such power?
"Hee hee hee! You actually dodged Mr. 4's home run? You've got some moves!" A piercing female voice rang out.
The man and the reindeer looked toward the source of the voice, shocked to find the road ahead riddled with holes, as if dug by a giant mole. An old woman who looked like a penguin was sitting in one of the burrows, watching them with amusement.
The two narrowed their eyes and stared uncertainly for a moment...
"Is this... a penguin?"
"I'm a mole! You two bastards!" Miss Merry Christmas roared, baring her sharp teeth.
Meanwhile, Nami, having been separated from Chopper and Usopp, was leaning back against a high wall, gasping for breath.
(What on earth am I doing? I've already made up my mind!)
Looking at the secret weapon in her hands crafted by the "Great Inventor" Usopp—the Clima-Tact—the navigator's heart gradually calmed.
"It's decided. I won't run anymore!" Nami took a deep breath, clenched her small fist, and psyched herself up. "Besides, if it's just that one woman, I can still..."
Thwack! A long, sharp spike pierced through the wall behind Nami, stabbing a small hole into her shoulder before she could dodge.
"Unngh!" The orange-haired girl let out a cry of pain, then hurriedly clutched her bleeding wound and dove to the side.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! A series of spikes shattered the rock, followed by a heavy blow that instantly blasted a man-sized hole in the wall. A woman with a hot figure and a blue afro walked out slowly, strutting with an extremely seductive cat-walk.
"Not running anymore? Little kitty?" Miss Doublefinger looked at Nami, who had fallen to the side. She stuck out her tongue and licked her full lips, her beautiful peach-blossom eyes filled with mockery.
(She's a Devil Fruit user, too. She can pierce through walls with ease. If she catches me, I'm dead for sure!)
Watching Miss Doublefinger slowly retract the spikes on her body, Nami scrambled to her feet, her expression serious.
(Now, I can only rely on your invention, Usopp!)
With that thought, the navigator gritted her silver teeth and raised the Clima-Tact high in her hands. She looked at her opponent with brimming confidence, as if looking at a rookie she was about to completely destroy.
The navigator had learned this from Zoro. The green-haired swordsman had said: "In a one-on-one duel, aura is extremely important. You must be full of confidence. As long as your aura overpowers your opponent's, you've already won half the battle."
"What is that strange weapon?" Perhaps intimidated by Nami's sudden surge in aura, the afro-haired assassin frowned, feeling a faint sense of foreboding.
"Clima-Tact!" Nami shouted. She twirled the baton with flair and chanted, "Sometimes rising clouds, sometimes calling winds, sometimes summoning rain."
"A miracle baton of infinite combinations that can shake the heavens and the earth!"
Swish! Nami bent the Clima-Tact into an "L" shape, aiming it at Miss Doublefinger like a musket.
Being pointed at by that dark, round opening, Miss Doublefinger swallowed nervously. She retreated a half-step imperceptibly, her muscles tensing, clearly wary of Nami's weapon.
"Thunder Tempo!" Nami pressed a very well-hidden button.
"Ugh..." Miss Doublefinger instinctively dodged to the side, but when she saw what actually sprayed out of the Clima-Tact, she was so shocked she nearly sprained her ankle.
"..." Nami stared blankly at the beautiful flowers sprouting from the Clima-Tact, her back instantly drenched in cold sweat. She really hadn't expected the secret weapon she had pinned such high hopes on to be such a joke.
"How the hell am I supposed to fight with this?!!"
The navigator threw the secret weapon onto the ground in a rage, then collapsed weakly, looking completely broken:
"I'm definitely going to kill you! Usopp!!"
(Strange, I thought I heard Nami-san shouting. Was it my imagination?) Sanji tilted his head, looking puzzled.
"Don't get distracted when you're fighting Moi!" Mr. 2 seized the moment the curly-browed cook was distracted to rush forward. Wearing ballet slippers, he unleashed a flurry of rapid kicks, creating several afterimages.
Sanji snapped back to reality and raised his leg to intercept the attack.
—Swan Arabesque!
—Rôtisserie Strike!
Bang! Bang! Bang! A series of violent collisions rang out in the air, sounding like popping beans.
Both were masters of martial arts; their attacks were as swift as the wind and as powerful as thunder. In just a brief instant, these two had exchanged at least a hundred blows. No need to mention Sanji's magnificent kicks; Mr. 2's Okama Kenpo perfectly incorporated the charm of ballet. Seen from a distance, this was a duel of immense aesthetic value.
BANG!!! With the sound of a heavy impact, accompanied by two low grunts of pain, the two inextricably locked fighters finally separated, each smashing into and shattering a house on opposite sides of the street.
Both had taken a solid hit from the other's final strike. Judging by the results, they were evenly matched.
"Damn it, where did you learn those kicks? To think you can fight to a draw against Moi and the Okama Kenpo I've practiced for years!" Mr. 2 rubbed his swollen cheek as he climbed out of the rubble, looking incredulous.
Hearing this, Sanji couldn't help but think of a certain short-tempered, smelly old man in the East Blue. The corners of his mouth lifted, and he gave a light huff. "There's no need for you to know that, you damn okama!"
"Hmph, hmph. You forced Moi into this!" Mr. 2 raised a hand to his face and shouted theatrically, "Moi is going to get serious now!"
"Oh?"
Mr. 2's heavily made-up face instantly changed into a look Sanji was extremely familiar with, shocking the latter into a sudden change of expression.
"You..." Sanji stared blankly at the tall, slender figure before him, and his entire body inexplicably began to tremble slightly.
"Moi has met many people like this. Because of [Friendship], they cannot bear to attack Moi."
Mr. 2, having transformed into the appearance of Sherlock, looked at the curly-browed cook who had lowered his head. He spoke with brimming confidence, "If you've got the guts, come and kick me! Hahahaha..."
In Mr. 2's heart, Sanji was a very kind person, because Sanji had once risked his life to save him when he fell into the sea (of course, this was a beautiful misunderstanding). So, he naively believed that this good-hearted blond cook would never kick the face of his companion.
"...You really are too naive!" Sanji's body stopped trembling. He suddenly raised his head and flashed a warm smile at "Sherlock."
"However, I should thank you. Thank you for giving me this precious opportunity."
"..." Hearing these baffling words, a drop of cold sweat rolled down "Sherlock's" forehead, and he felt a sense of foreboding.
"The opportunity to kick the living daylights out of that four-eyed bastard..."
As soon as the words fell, Sanji seemed possessed by a demon. His golden hair danced without wind, and his uncovered right eye burned with a flame called "Jealousy." Then, like a black arrow, he charged at the suddenly terrified "Sherlock." The speed was so great that a piercing sonic boom erupted in the air.
At that moment, the curly-browed cook's aura was like a volcano erupting, like a flood bursting a dam!
"Go to hell and repent!!! You damn winner in life!!!!" Sanji roared through gritted teeth. His right leg inexplicably ignited with a crimson flame of karma, and the love-struck cook delivered a vicious kick to "Sherlock's" face.
(It looks like this guy is kicking harder because it's his partner's face??!!)
Watching the leather shoe sole rapidly expanding in his vision, "Sherlock" stood frozen in place, completely dumbfounded.
BANG!!!!! An earth-shattering noise rang out, and the ground itself seemed to tremble slightly.
That kick, seemingly filled with the endless resentment of the "FFF Inquisition" from another world toward normies, possessed power that pierced the heavens. Mr. 2 was kicked straight back into his original form. Accompanied by spraying blood, the poor okama was launched like a cannonball, smashing through an entire street of houses before finally coming to a halt.
"Whew~~~~~ That felt good..." As the flames dissipated, Sanji retracted his slightly numb leg and let out a long, satisfied breath, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his heart.
Perhaps in the curly-browed cook's heart, successfully kicking "Sherlock" once without any scruples was enough to brag about for a lifetime.
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