Fleet Admiral

Big Mom's breath came in labored rasps, but her expression was devoid of emotion. Her towering form remained a sight of monstrous resilience. Yet her actions betrayed her unhinged state, her fury clouding any semblance of strategy as she relentlessly pursued Imai. Revenge consumed her, leaving her singularly focused on eliminating her foe.

Before Imai stood the amalgamation of Prometheus, Zeus, and Napoleon—a colossal flaming sword that burned with hellish intensity. The homies had merged their powers, desperately attempting to turn the tide in Big Mom's favor. Despite their unified front, fear glinted in their expressions, their loyalty strained under the weight of Imai's dominance.

Unsheathing her second blade, Imai exhaled deeply. The metallic sound of steel sang through the battlefield, and the air around her crackled with energy. "Let's begin," she muttered, her voice calm but resolute.

The flaming sword hovered mere inches above her head, searing the air. Without hesitation, Imai lunged forward, her first strike aimed at Big Mom's left leg. In an instant, her twin blades danced, leaving a flurry of precise cuts across the massive limb. Blood spurted, yet there was no scream of pain. Big Mom's eyes remained vacant, her consciousness trapped in a berserk haze.

"Good. This makes things simpler," Imai murmured, pivoting to target the right leg.

She carved swift, calculated strikes, her blades slicing through flesh with surgical precision. Each cut weakened Big Mom's stance, her massive frame beginning to falter. Her right knee bent under the strain, and her balance wavered. Yet, her face remained eerily neutral, void of any reaction.

FOOOOOOOOO!

ZZZZZZ!

A sphere of fire and a lightning bolt came hurtling toward Imai. The combined attacks tore through the air with devastating force, aimed directly at her. Imai glanced at the incoming assault and, to the shock of all watching, stood her ground.

The attacks collided with her, creating an explosion of energy that shook the battlefield.

"Mama! We did it!" Zeus's jubilant cry echoed.

"We got her!" Prometheus added, his flames flaring brightly.

A figure emerged from the smoke, unscathed. Imai's smirk grew as the homies' triumphant expressions shifted to wide-eyed disbelief.

"Surprised?" Imai asked, her voice cutting through the chaos. "I ate the Goro Goro no Mi. I am lightning itself. Your attacks are powerless against me. However," she raised a blade, electricity arcing along its edge, "it isn't the same for you."

Before they could react, tendrils of lightning erupted from her hands, ensnaring Zeus and Prometheus. Their cries of agony filled the air as they writhed in pain. Moments later, they collapsed, unconscious and defeated.

Turning her focus back to Big Mom, Imai's gaze hardened. With her homies incapacitated, Napoleon served only as a crutch, its blade buried in the ground to stabilize Big Mom's faltering stance.

"Sovereign's One True Slash: Heavenly Scenery."

Imai closed her eyes, inhaling deeply. Her mind cleared, and her perception sharpened. White cherry blossoms began to form around Big Mom's massive body, outlining her fingers, arms, shoulders, and every vital point. Each petal marked a path for her blades to follow.

"Fuuuu." Imai exhaled and burst forward, her speed incomprehensible. Her blades danced through the battlefield, cutting a deadly symphony.

Each slash followed the cherry blossoms' trail. Her twin swords tore through Big Mom's fingers, arms, and shoulders, leaving deep, bloody gashes. Blood poured freely, staining the ice below. This time, no pink orbs emerged—only raw physical damage remained, a testament to Imai's merciless assault.

Big Mom's massive frame began to tilt backward, her grip on Napoleon faltering. With one final swing, Imai severed the fingers clutching the weapon. Napoleon clattered to the ground, inert and powerless. The once-feared Yonko toppled backward, crashing into the battlefield with a thunderous impact.

Standing tall, Imai flicked her blades, sending blood splattering onto the ground. She sheathed her weapons with a flourish, never once glancing back at the destruction she'd wrought.

"Oi, Imai!" a familiar voice called out.

Turning her head, Imai spotted Shanks, his crimson hair stark against the smoky battlefield. "Shanks? What is it?"

"I'll handle this lady." Shanks gestured toward a blonde woman charging toward him with murderous intent. "You take care of Akainu for me."

Imai nodded, her gaze shifting toward the Fleet Admiral. Akainu, his blazing magma fist already raised, locked eyes with her. A grin spread across her face as she dashed forward, cutting down anyone in her path with ruthless efficiency.

"Akainu," she exclaimed, slamming her lightning-coated fist against his magma-covered one. The clash of Haki sent shockwaves rippling across the battlefield. "We meet again."

Akainu's glare burned with intensity. "This time, I'll erase you for good."

"Spoken like a true hero. But you're as evil as me."

Akainu furrowed his brow and swung his fist again, magma surging forward. Imai dodged with ease, her movements fluid and precise.

"If you're this slow, you'll never hit me," Imai taunted.

Akainu smirked, his voice cold. "It's not about speed. It's about strategy."

Imai glanced down and noticed magma spreading beneath her feet, surrounding her in a molten trap. The heat radiated upward, leaving her with little room to maneuver.

"Clever," she admitted. "But you know I can escape this, right?"

"Look up," Akainu said.

Above her, a massive ball of magma loomed, descending rapidly. The sheer size of the attack made dodging seem impossible.

"Impressive," Imai said, her grin widening. "But there are levels to this, Fleet Admiral."

Just before the magma ball hit, she transformed into streaks of lightning, vanishing in a flash. Akainu's eyes darted around, searching for her.

"Boo!"

He spun around, only to be met with an electrifying punch to the face. The impact sent him staggering back, his skin sizzling from the combined force of Haki and electricity.

"Erase me?" Imai mocked. "You don't understand, Fleet Admiral. I have unfinished business. My death isn't on today's schedule."

"What could a pirate like you ever hope to achieve?" Akainu snarled. "Your death would be a blessing to the world!"

"And yours would be a relief," Imai countered, her smile growing colder. "You dare call me evil? After all the sins you've committed?"

Lightning crackled around her as she vanished and reappeared in front of Akainu. Her blade rested against his neck.

"Think again, wicked old man," she said, disappearing once more as magma erupted from below.

Her voice echoed around him. "You're just as evil as me."