Conclude

The town lay in ruins. Shattered buildings and overturned carts lined the streets, as men dressed in sharp suits roamed through the chaos, wreaking havoc. These weren't ordinary thugs—they were Shiki's lackeys, and their orders were clear: find Imai, no matter the cost.

Civilians were shoved, punched, and interrogated, their cries for mercy echoing through the broken streets. Above it all, on the town's execution platform, Imai sat calmly, her legs dangling over the edge. She regarded the scene below with a bored expression, her crimson eyes half-lidded.

"These fools are blinded by anger," she muttered, shaking her head. "They don't even realize what they're up against."

"Anger has a way of dulling judgment," Uta said from behind her, arms crossed as she leaned against a post. "Even if their target's the strongest person in the world."

Rei cracked her knuckles, a sly grin spreading across her face. "Captain, should I take care of them? I could use a little stress relief."

Imai smirked, her voice nonchalant. "Go ahead. Both of you. Do as you please."

With that, she unleashed her demons.

Word spread quickly through the town that Imai was on the execution platform. The lackeys charged toward the square, hoping to overwhelm her crew with sheer numbers. What greeted them instead was a scene of carnage.

A red and blue flash tore through their ranks like a tempest. Swords gleamed under the sunlight, striking with surgical precision. Even without their Devil Fruit abilities, Uta and Rei decimated Shiki's lackeys with ease, their strength and skill making a mockery of the overwhelming odds.

Atop the platform, Imai watched, her chin resting on her palm. Her posture was relaxed, as though she were seated on a throne, gazing down at the battlefield. She exuded an air of dominance, as if this world belonged to her, and everyone else was simply existing in it.

Uta and Rei moved in perfect harmony, their backs pressed together as they fought. Their movements were seamless, each strike complementing the other. One would land a critical blow, then pivot, allowing the other to deliver the finishing attack. The lackeys, despite their rigorous training under Shiki, were no match for the pair's overwhelming power.

"Whoever racks up the most kills buys the other candy," Rei quipped mid-fight, her grin widening.

"Deal," Uta replied, her eyes glinting with playful determination.

Imai raised an eyebrow at their exchange. "What are they up to now?" she mused, her lips twitching in amusement. Still, there were more pressing matters. In the shadows, she could sense the presence of marines, biding their time, waiting for her crew to tire.

As if reading her mind, Uta scoffed. "These guys just keep coming."

"That's fine by me," Rei said with a wink. "If you're tired, Uta, feel free to take a break. I've got this."

"Tired? Please." Uta flashed a wide, almost maniacal grin, one eerily reminiscent of Imai's. "I'm just getting started."

Their synchronized onslaught continued, leaving a trail of bloodied bodies in their wake. Screams and the clash of steel filled the air, but neither Uta nor Rei wavered. Their potential was staggering, their skills in swordsmanship and haki unparalleled. Yet, even with their incredible prowess, they still had room to grow—a terrifying thought for anyone who dared stand against them.

By the time the last of Shiki's lackeys fell, the battlefield was littered with bodies. But the respite was short-lived. From the shadows, the marines emerged, their guns and blades gleaming.

"Guess they're adding to the kill count," Uta remarked, wiping blood from her blade.

"Works for me," Rei said, slamming a marine into a wall with her foot. "But how about now? You tired yet?"

Uta's grin widened, her white teeth glinting. "Not in the slightest."

The marines soon learned they'd made a grave mistake. Uta's blade sliced through their ranks effortlessly, and Rei's relentless attacks left no room for escape. Fear filled the marines' eyes as they realized the futility of their mission.

Why didn't they send someone stronger? one marine thought desperately before succumbing to Rei's blade.

By the end of the battle, Uta and Rei stood victorious, their hair—red and blue respectively—streaked with blood. The massacre left an indelible mark on Loguetown, and their performances earned them fearsome new titles.

[Red Oni Uta – 2,100,000,000 Berries]

[Blue Oni Rei – 1,700,000,000 Berries]

Their devilish smiles and merciless efficiency had solidified their reputations, proving they weren't mere followers of the Fifth Emperor. They were forces to be reckoned with in their own right.

Imai watched from the platform, her expression proud. They'd come so far under her tutelage, and now the world would take notice. But her moment of reflection was short-lived. The marines' reinforcements, including admirals, weren't far behind. It was time to leave.

"Let's move," Imai ordered, leaping from the platform. The crew boarded their ship, ready to set sail.

As the ship drifted away, Uta suddenly exclaimed, "Wait! We didn't get our candy!"

"Captain! Mission abort!" Rei shouted. "Turn the ship around! Uta owes me candy!"

"No way! You're the one who owes me!" Uta argued. "I counted my kills, and I had more than you!"

Rei crossed her arms, pouting. "Yeah, but my last three kills were way cooler. That makes me the winner."

"That's not how it works!"

Imai sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as their bickering filled the air. "These kids..."

Despite the headache, she couldn't help but smile. The massacre of Loguetown would be remembered as the day Shiki's legacy was erased, and her crew—her family—claimed their rightful place in the new age.