Kill Buckin and start going on a rampage

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Miss Buckin stood frozen in shock as she watched Roja, the "White Dove," casually catch Weevil's powerful strike with his bare hands.

Her surprise quickly turned into venomous determination.

"Weevil! Kill him! If you do, I'll let you have a full meal!" she shouted, her voice shrill.

Weevil's eyes lit up at the promise. "A full meal!" he repeated eagerly, his aura swelling with newfound energy.

Miss Buckin didn't linger. She turned and fled without hesitation, knowing full well that a clash between these two monsters could easily consume her in its chaos.

But even as she ran, her confidence remained. With the strength of Whitebeard II, he can surely defeat this new Admiral White Dove, she thought. After all, Weevil possessed the same monstrous power Whitebeard had in his youth—or so she believed.

Meanwhile, Weevil stared at Roja with a childlike fixation, mumbling to himself, "Full meal… full meal… full meal..."

Roja let out a small sigh, his voice calm but laced with disdain.

"You're pathetic. Letting someone like Miss Buckin abuse and manipulate you while you follow her around like a lost puppy."

He spared Buckin a fleeting glance as she fled. She didn't matter—she wouldn't escape the island anyway. And if she crossed paths with the injured recruits, her fate would be sealed.

For now, the only concern was Whitebeard II.

"Come on, Weevil," Roja said, his tone steady. "Show me how strong you are."

Encouraged by the taunt, Weevil gripped his naginata and lunged, slashing downward with all his might.

Roja's hands, cloaked in Armament Haki, caught the weapon mid-swing.

The impact reverberated across the battlefield, shattering the earth beneath them, but Roja remained unscathed. He stood firm, unmoving, as if rooted like a mountain.

Even as Weevil, towering nearly seven meters tall, pressed forward with all his youthful strength, Roja's calm expression didn't falter. Not even his stance shifted.

Weevil's frustration was evident.

"How can you just stand there?!" he growled.

Roja responded with a sharp, sudden movement. In an instant, he vanished from Weevil's sight, only to reappear behind him.

"Finger Pistol: Cannonball!"

Roja struck the back of Weevil's head with a devastating Finger Pistol imbued with Haki.

The attack sent Weevil sprawling, leaving a deep, bloody hole in his skull.

But to Roja's surprise, the gruesome wound began to heal almost immediately. Within seconds, it was as if the injury had never occurred.

Roja frowned slightly. That regenerative ability is far more monstrous than I expected.

Weevil clambered to his feet, clutching his head.

"It hurts! It hurts! Weevil hurts!" he bellowed, his eyes bloodshot with fury.

With a roar, Weevil charged forward, his massive frame hurtling like a cannonball. The sheer force of his steps left craters in the ground, and debris rained down around them.

Roja remained composed, watching for an opening. As Weevil closed the distance, Roja surged forward, grabbing his opponent's head with one hand. With his other arm raised high, Roja drove his elbow down into the back of Weevil's skull.

The impact slammed Weevil into the ground, creating another massive crater.

As rain poured from the stormy sky, water began to pool in the depression, soaking Weevil as he lay momentarily stunned.

Miss Buckin, watching from a safe distance, stared in horror.

"Impossible!" she shrieked. "Weevil can't lose! He's as strong as Whitebeard was in his prime!"

Her disbelief was palpable as she struggled to comprehend what she was witnessing.

She lacked the strength and knowledge to recognize Roja's overwhelming power—his mastery of Armament Haki alone had reached an unparalleled peak, enough to put him in a league of his own.

But none of that mattered to Miss Buckin anymore. Her survival instincts kicked in, and she turned to flee.

"Weevil, we need to retreat!" she called out desperately.

Before she could take another step, a hand clapped gently on her shoulder.

Miss Buckin froze.

Turning slowly, her blood ran cold as she came face-to-face with a phantom replica of Roja.

The phantom smiled faintly before uttering two simple words: "Finger Pistol."

A sharp jab ended Miss Buckin's life in an instant. A spray of blood marked the spot where she fell, a crimson bloom against the storm-drenched earth.

Roja, who had been observing the battlefield, glanced briefly in the direction of the phantom before it dissipated.

"Such a vile woman," he muttered, disgusted. "She would use anyone for her selfish gains. Even her own so-called 'son' was starved under her control."

With Buckin gone, Roja turned his full attention back to Weevil.

Weevil, now consumed by rage, let out an ear-splitting roar. His muscles bulged grotesquely, veins pulsating across his body as his frame swelled to monstrous proportions.

He had grown even larger—over ten meters tall. His hulking form could now be seen even from the distant warship.

Kalifa, observing the battle with the naval recruits, stared wide-eyed.

"What kind of monster is that?" she asked, her usually calm demeanor shaken.

"Do you think Admiral White Dove can handle him?" one of the recruits whispered nervously.

Another suggested, "Maybe... maybe we should retreat while we can?"

Kalifa turned to one of Roja's phantoms nearby, her voice uncharacteristically uncertain.

"Roja, can you really manage this? If not, we should regroup and fall back."

The phantom smiled reassuringly.

"Zefa-sensei sacrificed so much to protect these students. How could I not avenge him? Don't worry—everything is under control."

Back on the battlefield, Weevil's transformation continued. His grotesque swelling had pushed his body to its limits, beads of blood-like sweat oozing from his skin.

Roja observed carefully, his brows furrowed slightly.

"Is this some sort of special ability?" he murmured.

This behavior hadn't been documented in any known records.

With a final roar, Weevil charged again, his colossal steps carving deep pits into the island.

His naginata swung down in a violent arc, unleashing an exaggerated slash that cleaved the island in half.

The shockwave left everyone—both on the warship and on the battlefield—in stunned silence.

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