Namor McKenzie In One Piece

Namor paused at the gates of Arlong Park, glancing back at the defeated Fishman who still studied him with a strange intensity. "Arlong," Namor said, his voice cutting through the silence, "you spoke of Fishman Island, of your people's suffering, of your hatred for humans. But tell me this: where does your pride as a Fishman lead you now?"

Arlong clenched his fists, his yellow eyes narrowing. "What are you getting at?"

Namor turned fully, planting his trident in the ground and leaning on it casually. "You see me as different. Superior, even. But you also see me as an outsider. Yet here I am, standing before you with strength your kind can only dream of, asking you a question that should haunt your every waking thought."

Arlong frowned, confused and defensive. "What question?"

Namor's piercing gaze bore into him. "What would you build with your strength? You've fought and conquered. You've enslaved and terrorized. But what legacy have you created? What kingdom stands in your name?"

The words hit Arlong like a punch to the gut. His jaw tightened, but he said nothing.

Namor took a step forward, his voice growing softer yet more commanding. "You call yourself a king, but all I see is a tyrant ruling over ruins. If I were in your place, I would not stop until I had created a kingdom that could stand the test of time. A kingdom to rival the gods of this world."

Arlong looked up at him, something flickering in his eyes. "And what do you know about kingdoms? About ruling?"

Namor smirked, his gills flaring slightly as he lifted his head proudly. "More than you ever will. I have ruled the oceans themselves. I have led armies. I have commanded respect, not demanded it. And I will do so again in this world."

Arlong's curiosity deepened. "You're saying... you want to rebuild a kingdom?"

Namor's expression hardened. "I do. Atlantis, the greatest civilization to ever exist beneath the waves, will rise again. And for that, I need followers. Soldiers. Builders. People who believe in something greater than themselves."

Arlong stared at him, the weight of Namor's words sinking in. "You're serious."

"Deadly so," Namor replied. "And you, Arlong, are at a crossroads. You can return to the sea as the broken man you are, or you can take this opportunity to redeem yourself. To become something greater. To help me create a kingdom that will shatter the chains of your people's oppression."

Arlong's lips pressed into a thin line, his pride and shame warring within him. He looked at Namor, truly looked at him—the wings on his ankles, the gills behind his ears, the pointed ears and piercing gaze that seemed to see through everything.

"You're not a Fishman," Arlong said, his tone almost reverent. "But you're not human either."

"I am Namor," he said firmly. "A ruler of the seas, reborn in a world that desperately needs my vision. And I will not rest until Atlantis rises again."

Arlong hesitated for a long moment before finally nodding. "If you're serious... if you can really do what you say... then maybe it's time I stopped running."

Namor's lips curled into a satisfied grin. "Good. Then let's get started."

Namor stood at the edge of the water, the sea shimmering under the fading sunlight. "We leave now," he declared, stepping forward with the confidence of someone who belonged to the ocean itself.

Arlong furrowed his brow. "You're serious about swimming the whole way? You do know we'll have to pass through the Calm Belt, right?"

Namor cast him a sidelong glance, his gills flaring slightly. "Of course. I am no stranger to treacherous waters. The Calm Belt will not stop me."

Without another word, Namor waded into the waves, his movements fluid and natural. The water embraced him as if recognizing its rightful ruler. Arlong hesitated for a moment before following, unsure whether he was annoyed or impressed by Namor's arrogance.

"Most would use a ship to cross these waters," Arlong said, catching up to Namor as they swam side by side. "Sea Kings infest the Calm Belt. Even Fishmen avoid it unless absolutely necessary."

Namor smirked, gliding through the water with effortless speed. "A king does not fear beasts. If the Sea Kings wish to challenge me, they are welcome to try. I will show them the strength of one who commands the oceans."

Arlong studied him, unable to shake the feeling that Namor wasn't boasting. The way he moved through the water, the way the currents seemed to bend around him—it was unnatural, almost divine.

"You talk big, but the Grand Line isn't just dangerous for its creatures," Arlong said. "The currents, the weather—it's chaos."

Namor's expression hardened, his focus fixed on the horizon. "I have endured chaos before. I will endure it again. My purpose is clear, and no force in this world will deter me."

Arlong sighed, shaking his head. "You're either the bravest man I've ever met or the most reckless."

Namor's lips curled into a confident grin. "Perhaps both."

As the two swam deeper into the open sea, the calm waters of the Calm Belt stretched endlessly before them. The silence was eerie, broken only by the occasional ripple or distant cry of a bird.

Arlong tensed, his eyes scanning the water. "We're not alone."

Namor slowed, his sharp senses attuned to the subtle changes in the water around them. A shadow passed beneath them, massive and serpentine.

"Sea King," Arlong whispered, his tone low and cautious.

Namor's smirk returned. "Good. Let's see what these legendary creatures are made of."

Before Arlong could protest, the shadow rose, a massive Sea King bursting from the depths with a deafening roar. Its serpentine body coiled around them, its eyes gleaming with predatory hunger.

Arlong braced himself, but Namor moved first. With a swift motion, he hurled his trident, the weapon cutting through the water like a lightning bolt. It struck the Sea King's side, embedding itself deep in the creature's flesh.

The beast howled in pain, thrashing wildly, but Namor was relentless. He swam toward the Sea King with terrifying speed, grabbing hold of his trident and wrenching it free before delivering a powerful strike to the creature's head.

The Sea King let out one final cry before sinking back into the depths, blood trailing behind it.

Arlong stared in stunned silence as Namor hovered in the water, the small wings on his ankles keeping him steady.

Namor floated effortlessly, his wings barely moving as he kept himself steady in the vast, quiet ocean. Arlong swam in uneasy silence behind him, his eyes darting to the deep, knowing full well that where there was one Sea King, there were always more.

His fears were realized moments later. Shadows began to form beneath them—dozens of them. The water trembled, waves rippling outward as a chorus of low, guttural roars echoed from the depths.

"Namor," Arlong muttered, his voice filled with unease. "We need to go. Now."

Namor, however, remained perfectly still, his sharp gaze fixed on the water below. The first Sea King surfaced, its massive head breaching the waves with a deafening growl. But it wasn't alone. A second appeared to its left, then a third to its right. Soon, the ocean around them was filled with monstrous shapes—some with long serpentine bodies, others with massive fins and sharp teeth.

Arlong tensed, his instincts screaming at him to flee. "We're surrounded! You've done it now, you arrogant—"

"Be silent," Namor snapped, his voice sharp and commanding.

He straightened, his wings giving him a slight lift above the water's surface as he faced the Sea Kings. Their predatory eyes locked on him, their bodies coiling as they prepared to strike.

Then, Namor's gaze hardened.

A sudden, overwhelming wave of pressure erupted from him, radiating through the water and air like a force of nature. The ocean seemed to still, the waves flattening as a dark turquoise power surged outward.

Arlong froze mid-breath, his body trembling as he felt the crushing weight of Namor's will. "W-What is this...?" he stammered, barely able to keep himself afloat.

The Sea Kings halted instantly, their movements frozen as the oppressive aura slammed into them. Their once-fierce eyes softened, their massive forms trembling under the sheer intensity of Namor's presence.

Namor's voice rang out, deep and resonant. "You will obey."

The Sea Kings flinched as though struck, their towering bodies lowering submissively into the water. One by one, they bowed their heads, their previously feral gazes replaced by a docile, almost reverent demeanor.

"Impossible..." Arlong whispered, his jaw slack as he watched the monstrous creatures cower like scolded children. "You... You're using Haki? Supreme King Haki?!"

Namor turned to him, the faintest smirk playing on his lips. "Haki? Is that what this world calls it?" He looked back at the Sea Kings, his eyes gleaming with an otherworldly light. "I thought my aura felt a bit different, as if my very willpower had become tangible."

Arlong felt a chill run down his spine. Even among the most powerful pirates, the ability to wield the Supreme King Haki or Conquerors Haki was rare, reserved for those born to lead and dominate. And yet, here was this man was commanding it as though it were second nature.

One of the Sea Kings, a massive creature with shimmering scales, let out a low, plaintive sound as it lowered its head closer to Namor. With a calm, deliberate motion, Namor extended his hand, placing it on the creature's snout.

"You are mine now," he said softly, his tone almost gentle but still firm. "Go. Return to the depths. Do not trouble me again unless I summon you."

The Sea Kings obeyed without hesitation, their enormous forms slipping back beneath the waves. In moments, the ocean was calm once more, as though the encounter had never happened.

Without waiting for a reaction from Arlong, Namor resumed his swim, his trident glinting in beneath the calm ocean. Arlong hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly followed, his mind racing.