One Piece: Curse of Immortality

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Intense magma and lightning clashed in the air, scattering countless sparks. The barren island below was scorched black and crimson red, torn apart by their battle. 

At this moment, both fighters unleashed devastating area attacks—bolts of lightning and volcanic fists exploded toward each other in rapid succession. 

Every strike carried such overwhelming destructive force that neither could afford to ignore it.

Arashi's expression was solemn as he raised both arms in defence, his entire body coated in Armament Haki. 

There was no doubt—Sakazuki had pushed the power of his Magma-Magma Fruit to its absolute limit. 

The increase in strength was undeniable, and even Arashi couldn't take it lightly. This magma level couldn't be evaded even with Logia's intangibility.

No wonder Sakazuki had fought Whitebeard to such an extent during the Summit War. 

Among the three new Marine Admirals, Sakazuki was unquestionably the strongest.

Arashi's domain had spread across the island, allowing him to perceive every magma fist as it shot out, arcing through the air in perfect parabolas before homing in on him like guided missiles.

"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"

Each explosion carried immense power. Every chunk of magma brought searing heat and shockwaves that sent tremors through Arashi's body.

At the same time, his lightning continuously struck Sakazuki, scorching his skin and leaving charred marks in its wake.

Suddenly, the space in front of him rippled, and five figures appeared out of nowhere. When Arashi laid eyes on the man standing at the forefront, his pupils contracted sharply.

Draped in a white robe, bald, wearing glasses, and wielding a katana—one of the Five Elders.

Saint Ethanbaron V. Nasujuro!

His cold gaze flickered behind his glasses when he arrived, and his katana slashed through the air without hesitation.

"This is the perfect opportunity! Cut off his arms first!"

The other four figures also sprang into action. At this moment, Arashi felt an unusual sense of shock.

He had been scanning the entire island with his domain the whole time, yet he had never sensed anyone's presence.

How had they hidden themselves? The Five Elders moved with incredible speed and precision.

In an instant, their bodies began transforming—morphing from human flesh into monstrous, nightmarish forms.

Mythical Zoan-type Devil Fruits… Awakened.

That thought had barely surfaced in Arashi's mind before instinct screamed at him to dodge.

But at that very moment, Sakazuki's attacks intensified.

A relentless barrage of magma fists erupted like a volcanic explosion, reaching their peak intensity.

Nasujuro's eyes were ice-cold as he flickered above Arashi, katana slicing down. A brilliant streak of light cut through the air.

"SLASH!"

In the blink of an eye, Arashi's forearm was severed. It tumbled to the ground.

"Drip… Drip…"

Blood splattered against the scorched earth, soaking into the cracked, blackened soil.

"Hold him down!" someone shouted.

Four monstrous figures lunged toward Arashi, who seemed momentarily frozen in place.

But then—

Time itself seemed to halt. A deafening hum filled the air.

"VMMMMMMM!"

A storm of black and red lightning erupted from Arashi's back.

Half the sky turned pitch black, illuminated only by the crackling of countless lightning bolts branching out like veins across the heavens.

Thunder rumbled.

"Heh… Hehehehe…"

"Good…"

"Very good…"

Arashi's eyes gleamed with a terrifying, razor-sharp light. His face twisted into a cold, murderous grin.

His shoulders trembled slightly, his severed arm dripping blood—gruesome, shocking.

"So this… was your plan all along? The Five Elders… and Sakazuki? You planned to eliminate me here?"

His voice was chilling, carrying an eerie calmness. At that moment, the entire island was engulfed in darkness, shrouded by his overwhelming aura.

"Kill him now! He's already lost an arm—this is the best chance we'll ever get!"

Saint Topman Warcury roared. A suffocating pressure crashed down on Arashi, twisting the very air around him.

"You fools believe… That you can kill me here?"

Arashi's deep growl sent shivers through the battlefield.

"You think we'd make a move…if we weren't certain?"

Saint Nasujuro flicked his blade, his voice as frigid as death itself. As his words fell, another figure appeared right before Arashi.

"CLANG!"

The sharp clang of metal rang out. Arashi looked down. Both of his legs—shackled. In that instant, his Rumble-Rumble Fruit powers vanished.

His entire body instantly weakened, his limbs going numb. His balance wavered—but he clenched his jaw and forced himself to remain standing.

Then, his right leg lashed out like a whip. Black-red lightning burst forth as he delivered a devastating kick.

"BOOM!"

A sickening crack echoed as the unknown figure was sent flying. Even in midair, his skull, and neck twisted unnaturally, completely shattered—dead beyond any doubt.

"So this is your grand plan?"

Arashi lowered his head, staring at the shackles around his ankles. His voice was ice-cold. His eyes—darker than a storm.

First, they struck without warning and severed his arm. Then, they sealed his movements and stripped him of his Devil Fruit abilities.

"Do you think...this is enough to kill me?"

He slowly lifted his head—smirking. Even with Sea-Stone shackles suppressing his power, he could still move.

His mastery of Haki was at its peak. His monstrous physique remained intact. His overwhelming strength had not disappeared.

"Kill you? That was never part of our plan. We only needed to restrain you and lock you away in Impel Down."

"Five years… Eight years… Ten years… Twenty… Fifty… A hundred…By then, all of your ambitions will have rotted away."

Saint Marcus Mars spoke coldly. "Arashi, you should know better than anyone what you've done over the years."

"Kidnapping Vegapunk."

"Harboring the surviving scholars of Ohara. Turning the Marines of the West Blue into your private army—recruiting and sheltering dangerous individuals."

"That is why we cannot tolerate your existence." The weight of his words sank into Arashi's heart.

This operation had been planned for a long time. The Five Elders had prepared everything in advance.

"We tested you carefully back in Mary Geoise. And while you're strong…You're not invincible. You know too little about us. The information gap between us is massive. And that's why… we cannot lose today."

Saint Marcus Mars took slow steps forward, his presence suffocating.

"Using someone who can completely conceal their presence, we hid right under your nose. With Sakazuki's coordination, we struck the moment you least expected it."

"You never mastered Observation Haki, so you couldn't perceive the ambush. We severed your arms first…"

"Then seal your movements and your escape route by neutralizing your Devil Fruit abilities."

Saint Jaygarcia Saturn spoke indifferently. The five figures surrounded Arashi from all directions and at that moment—

Their bodies twisted into monstrous, grotesque forms. Fully Awakened Zoan transformations.

"In the past eight hundred years…No one else has ever forced us to go this far. To craft such a precise plan…To unleash our full power."

"You should be proud.Arashi."

A chilling voice swept through Arashi's body, making his expression darken to the extreme. 

Blood continued to drip from his severed arms, his entire state severely restricted and weakened. 

Surrounded by five figures and Sakazuki, even taking his own life seemed nearly impossible. 

Without a doubt, this was the most dangerous moment of his entire life!

"What should I do?" Arashi muttered. The immense pressure caused his mind to momentarily freeze, leaving him in a state of confusion and daze.

At that very moment, five monstrous figures moved, appearing before him in the blink of an eye.

Arashi abruptly lifted his head. The confusion in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by madness and a sinister grin spreading across his face.

"You guys… are making my blood boil!"

BOOM!

An overwhelming wave of Conqueror's Haki erupted like an unbridled stallion, surging without restraint. 

The terrifying aura swept across ten thousand, fifty thousand, and a hundred thousand meters. 

The sky itself shifted under the influence of the black-and-red energy as thunder crackled and the heavens darkened ominously.

"Even without arms, I still have my legs! If I lose my legs, I still have my teeth and my head!!"

His chilling words shook the air. At that moment, golden sakura petals flowed and swirled around Arashi's entire body. In the next instant, black-and-red lightning flashed violently.

"This guy's mastery of Haki…!"

"Unprecedented!!"

Even the Five Elders were shaken. This was the first time they had seen Arashi unleash his full power. No… he hadn't even reached his peak yet. 

This was merely his weakened state—yet the power he displayed was still terrifying.

BOOM!

Arashi swung his leg, sending a massive slash through the air. 

Instantly, it clashed against the katana of Saint Ethanbaron V. Nasujuro, sparks of lightning bursting upon impact. Then, his figure vanished.

The next moment, he reappeared above Sakazuki.

"Your vile nature… truly deserves death!"

A low, chilling voice rang out. Arashi's right foot stomped down, crushing onto Sakazuki's head.

CRACK!

A surge of violent Haki exploded at that moment. Sakazuki's face twisted in shock, his bloodshot eyes widening and his skull splitting open.

Arashi spun midair, his severed arms spraying blood as his other leg kicked out like a blade.

"Tempest Kick!"

His leg slashed fiercely into Sakazuki's waist, instantly sending him hurtling thousands of meters away.

The next second, another figure shot toward him, swinging a chain that pierced straight into Arashi's back.

SPLURT!

A seastone-linked chain, locked with a clasp, sank deep into his back, latching onto his ribs.

Arashi's body trembled, but his expression was one of madness. He whipped around in an instant.

BOOM!

Black-and-red lightning roared as he threw his head back, then smashed it forward in a brutal headbutt, slamming directly into Saint Topman Warcury's forehead. 

The elder let out a muffled grunt as his body shot backward like a cannonball, his forehead bone shattering with a sickening crack.

Another figure swung a blade, slashing down toward him.

Arashi's eyes were cold as ice—his right leg shot up.

BANG!

His foot, crackling with black-and-red lightning, clashed against Saint Ethanbaron V. Nasujuro's katana, sending out massive energy ripples. 

The ground beneath them collapsed in layers, waves of force spreading outward. But the assault wasn't over. Another figure lunged forward.

Arashi lifted his head and let out a low, beast-like roar.

"ROAR!"

At this moment, he had gone completely berserk!

His severed arms became weapons, spraying blood as they collided against an oncoming fist, shattering the air with black-and-red lightning.

Saint Shepherd Ju Peter's pupils shrank. He could feel the warm blood splattering onto his face—stunned, frozen in place.

He had never seen a man with such a terrifying fighting spirit before.

"This guy…!"

The others, for a brief moment, hesitated. But almost instantly, their eyes grew colder.

If they fail to suppress this monster today, he will become an unstoppable force that will one day overturn everything.

The world could not tolerate such a madman continuing to exist.

Even if they couldn't kill him, even if they couldn't imprison him forever—if they could just buy themselves eight or ten years, they would be able to regain control.

"We must not let him escape! Otherwise, we will never have another chance to capture him!"

Saint Jaygarcia Saturn roared.

The Five Elders had also gone mad. The sheer pressure emanating from Arashi made their hearts pound with fear.

They had carefully analyzed every flaw in Arashi's abilities for years, crafting the perfect plan to take him down.

Even so, now that the plan was in motion, they still felt immense pressure—every step was proving far more difficult than they had anticipated.

Even the powerful Devil Fruit user they had painstakingly nurtured had been killed in an instant. His head kicked to pieces and so, the frenzied battle began.

A battle of overwhelming numbers and imbalance in strength.

Arashi's legs were shackled in seastone cuffs. His arms were severed. His back was bound by seastone chains, locking into his shoulder blades.

Pain relentlessly tore through his body every second.

Yet despite it all, he fought with everything he had, his bloodshot eyes locked in the most desperate battle of his life.

The Five Elders launched relentless attacks, never giving him a moment to breathe.

"If he dies, he will return—reviving all our efforts in vain! We must not give him any chance to recover!"

They understood this well. Their eyes were as cold as death. One man against five. On the desolate island, shockwaves of battle erupted.

The sky itself seemed to be dyed red. His legs, his headbutts, his severed arms—everything became a weapon.

For Arashi, this was the most brutal battle he had ever fought. His roars, like those of a wild beast, echoed through the battlefield.

Pain, madness, and rage surged together. The pace of battle was blistering—Arashi's stamina burned away rapidly.

His entire body was steaming, white-hot vapour rising from his flesh, his body like molten steel rapidly being cooled.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Six figures clashed, their bodies constantly shifting. The ground crumbled, forming deep craters with every impact.

Often, Arashi had to face three or four simultaneous attacks, and whatever he couldn't dodge, he took it head-on.

"Don't kill him! Restrain him with seastone chains! That's our best weapon against him!"

The Five Elders exchanged quick commands, moving swiftly. Hundreds of exchanges took place within mere minutes.

Arashi's body was covered in wounds. His back and chest had been pierced through by chains.

His enemies were ruthless—not aiming for fatal blows but targeting the parts of his body that would most restrict his movements.

After a brief moment, Sakazuki, covered in blood, rejoined the battle. 

Arashi was now fighting against six opponents alone, locked in a desperate struggle to the death. In this situation, he would rather die than be captured, but it was clear that his enemies wouldn't give him that chance. 

If they succeeded, his fate would be far worse than death—perhaps an endless imprisonment and sealing away.

The intense battle raged on, and the sweat on Arashi's body evaporated into white steam due to the sheer heat generated by his relentless movements. 

One could only imagine how brutal this fight had become. This was, without a doubt, the most dangerous battle he had ever faced since arriving in this world.

-Marineford-

In the middle of delivering his inauguration speech, Fleet Admiral Sengoku suddenly looked up and turned toward the southeast.

"Whoosh!"

A violent gust of wind swept through Marineford, strong enough to make those standing struggle to keep their eyes open. 

The air carried an oppressive, suffocating aura that made hearts pound and heads spin. 

Down below, Sengoku could even see some of the Marines at the back of the assembly swaying unsteadily, clearly on the verge of collapsing.

"Arashi and Sakazuki's battle… has reached this level?"

A frown crossed Sengoku's face as doubt crept into his mind. 

But soon, his gaze shifted, and he saw the sky in the southeast had turned black and crimson, streaked with fierce lightning bolts flashing chaotically.

And then—he sensed five more powerful and complex presences.

"Strange… why are there other forces involved?"

Sengoku was stunned for a moment. But almost instantly, he noticed that someone sitting near the front of the crowd had abruptly stood up. Garp.

His square-jawed face was already filled with deep concern.

At that moment, Sengoku's expression shifted dramatically, darkening as an ominous realization settled in.

"This meeting is over!"

Taking a deep breath, Sengoku announced in a firm voice. The moment he spoke, he quickly strode toward Garp.

"Something has happened to Arashi!"

Garp wasted no time with unnecessary words as they met.

"We need to go check it out!" Sengoku said gravely.

Garp nodded, a rare look of anxiety flashing in his eyes.

"Hey! The Fleet Admiral's inauguration is an important event! Are you just going to leave like this?"

A voice called out behind them.

"Sengoku, will you follow Garp in his recklessness again?"

Another figure caught up to them.

"Tsuru!"

"Now's not the time for jokes," Garp said seriously.

"I know that. Which is why I'm coming with you." Vice Admiral Tsuru responded firmly.

Sengoku and Garp exchanged glances. Then, despite the tension, a faint smile appeared on both of their faces.

"And count me in!"

Another voice rang out. A tall man with short, purple hair stepped forward—it was former Admiral Zephyr.

"Don't forget, I was that brat's teacher!" Zephyr said in a deep voice, his gaze unwavering.

The four exchanged brief words before hastening their pace toward the harbour.

Moments later, they boarded a Marine warship, passed through the Gates of Justice, and sailed swiftly toward the southeast.

The fierce battle showed no signs of slowing back on the deserted island. Arashi's stamina was depleting rapidly, his skin turning red-hot from overexertion.

"It's over, Arashi. Why is defeat so hard for you to accept?"

"Once we capture you, we have plenty of ways to keep you alive—without letting you become a threat."

Shepherd Ju Peter Saint spoke coldly.

Against an unkillable monster like Arashi, they had debated countless strategies. In the end, they came to two conclusions—

Use overwhelming force to sever his arms and legs, sealing his abilities with Seastone so he couldn't even kill himself.

Defeat him and force him into an agreement to remain hidden from the world.

No matter how strong an individual was, they always had weaknesses. Arashi might be considered a monster, but he is still human. He had subordinates, comrades, and friends.

There were countless ways to deal with him. But before any of that—they had to defeat him once. And that… was proving to be the hardest part.

"As long as you can't kill me—I will always have a chance! I can fail a thousand times, but you only need to fail once!"

Arashi growled. His breathing was heavy. His chest felt like it was about to explode. The relentless battle was draining his stamina at an alarming rate. 

The severe injuries covering his body only made things worse. The Five Elders frowned. He was right. But at this point, they had no choice left.

"Your actions have already crossed the line! Tell us where you've hidden Vegapunk and where you're keeping the surviving Ohara scholars!"

Topman Warcury Saint's voice was ice-cold.

Vegapunk's value to the World Government was beyond question. On the other hand, the Ohara scholars were people who had to die.

"The Ohara scholars?"

Arashi chuckled darkly.

"They were burned to ashes by the Buster Call. You should know that better than anyone."

"Maybe if you search the ruins of Ohara, you'll still find their ashes. As for Vegapunk… I have no idea what you're talking about."

A cold, mocking smile spread across his face.

"Still pretending? Arashi!"

"We've already investigated Ohara's ruins. That wasteland is completely gone."

"We also know that you killed Golden Lion Shiki, and after gathering intelligence, we've reached a shocking conclusion—"

"You most likely have the Float-Float Fruit ability as well!"

"Did Vegapunk's research help you obtain it?"

Topman Warcury Saint's gaze sharpened.

Nearby, Sakazuki, still drenched in blood, turned his eyes toward Arashi, his expression one of utter shock.

A dual Devil Fruit user?!

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