Arlong Death

Arlong and his crew were taken aback, their expressions shifting from confusion to anger. Arlong, towering and menacing, stepped forward, his eyes narrowing at the intruders.

"What is the meaning of this?" Arlong growled, his sharp teeth bared.

"Toshiro responded coldly, 'Go kill yourself, you fucking monkey. That's the meaning.'"

Arlong's eyes blazed with fury. "You dare speak to me like that, human?"

Toshiro's smirk remained, unperturbed. "I thought I would capture you and sell you to the slave market, but... I don't think you're even worth it, monkey."

Arlong's rage erupted like a tidal wave. "You insolent worm! I'll crush you where you stand!"

With a roar, Arlong lunged at Toshiro, his powerful jaws snapping shut with lethal force. Toshiro moved with high speed, evading the attack with ease. He raised his hand, fingers poised to strike.

As Toshiro was about to strike, one of the fishmen interrupted him, swinging his weapon towards him. Toshiro simply smiled and jumped over the attack, reaching out to place his hand on the fishman's forehead while chanting,

"Hatch (Cleave)."

The fishman was instantly cut in half, from head to stomach, collapsing to the ground in a bloody heap.

Toshiro landed gracefully, his gaze never leaving Arlong. "Anyone else want to get in my way, Monkeys?" he asked, his voice cold and deadly.

The remaining fishmen hesitated, their confidence shaken by the ease with which Toshiro had dispatched their comrade. Arlong, seething with anger, snarled at his men. "Cowards! Fight him!"

Ignoring Arlong's command, Toshiro advanced on the Fishmen, raising his head to look at Arlong with complete disdain. "If I were in your place, I would just kill myself instantly. I couldn't bear to live as a blue monkey clown like you."

Arlong bared his teeth, lunging once more with renewed fury. But Toshiro was ready. With swift, fluid motions, he unleashed a series of powerful punches. Each attack was precise, cutting through Arlong's defenses effortlessly. Every punch shattered a bone, sending Arlong reeling backward from the force.

Toshiro didn't stop. As Arlong tried to recover, Toshiro raised his finger and, with a swift motion, cut off Arlong's leg. Arlong roared in agony, collapsing to the ground, blood pooling around him.

Three Fishmen rushed at Toshiro in a desperate attempt to protect their captain. Toshiro moved with lethal grace, evading their attacks with ease. He touched each of them with his hand and activated his ability.

"Cleave."

In an instant, the Fishmen were butchered into cubes, their bodies disintegrating in a brutal and gory scene. The courtyard was splattered with blood and pieces of flesh, a testament to Toshiro's overwhelming power.

Arlong, now crippled and surrounded by the remains of his fallen comrades, looked up at Toshiro with a mixture of rage and fear. His once-dominant presence was reduced to a pitiful figure, broken and bleeding on the ground.

Toshiro stepped closer, his eyes cold and merciless. "Coming from the Grand Line with this type of strength, no wonder you ran away like a bitch from there. After all, you're just a monkey." He emphasized his words by stomping on Arlong, cracking the ground beneath them.

Arlong's body shuddered with the impact, a pained groan escaping his lips. The once-feared pirate now lay helpless and defeated, his reign of terror brought to an end.

Toshiro looked back at the rest of the Fishmen, their eyes wide with fear as they began to flee toward the sea.

"Not so fast, monkeys," Toshiro said, his voice cold and commanding. He placed his right hand on the ground, his left arm gripping his right wrist. He began chanting,

"Cleave Spider Web."

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A surge of potent energy erupted from Toshiro, emanating in intricate, web-like patterns. The ground beneath Arlong Park cracked and fissured under the onslaught of sharp, invisible slashes that crisscrossed through the air, entangling the fleeing Fishmen in a deadly net of cleaves.

The sheer force of the attack shattered the terrain, hurling them into disarray and rendering them defenseless against Toshiro's subsequent strikes.

"Scale of the Dragon!"

"Recoil!"

"Twin Meteors Kai!"

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With precision and deadly intent, Toshiro unleashed four Dismantles, each strike swiftly and decisively ending the lives of the remaining Fishmen.

As the dust settled and the echoes of battle subsided, Toshiro remained standing amidst the wreckage of Arlong Park. His unwavering gaze bore into the fallen adversaries, a testament to his resolve and the aftermath of his devastating prowess."

"Nami, would you like to be the one to finish This Monkey?" Toshiro asked, turning to Nami.

Nami hesitated, her eyes flickering between Toshiro and Arlong. She had suffered greatly under Arlong's tyranny, her past scars still fresh in her mind. Yet, as she looked at Toshiro, a sense of closure beckoned—a chance to reclaim her freedom and confront the demon of her past.

With a determined nod, Nami stepped forward, her hands trembling slightly as she reached for the weapon at her side. Arlong, lying defeated before her, glared defiantly, but there was a flicker of fear in his eyes, knowing his end was near.

Toshiro watched impassively, his cold eyes calculating every movement. He knew Nami would falter. Without a hint of hesitation, he extended his palm toward Arlong, standing just a meter away.

"Cleave," Toshiro intoned softly, his voice devoid of emotion.

Instantly, arcs of slashing energy erupted from his palm, slicing through Arlong with brutal efficiency. The once-feared pirate was engulfed in a chaotic storm of random slashes, tearing him apart in a flurry of disorienting motion.

As the slashes dissipated and the dust settled, Arlong's shattered remains lay scattered on the ground. Nami recoiled in horror at the merciless display, her breath catching in her throat.

"You're too slow," Toshiro remarked coldly, his gaze piercing through Nami with unsettling intensity.

Nami stood frozen, her gaze fixed on the scattered remains of Arlong. The courtyard around her was splattered with blood and littered with the remnants of their battle, a stark contrast to the quiet intensity that now engulfed her.

Arlong, once a looming figure of terror in her life, now lay broken and defeated. His reign of oppression and suffering had finally come to an end, yet the sight before her brought forth a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

Relief washed over her, mingled with a deep-seated bitterness and sorrow. Arlong had been the architect of her pain, the catalyst for years of anguish and sacrifice. His death, while liberating in many ways, also served as a grim reminder of all that she had endured.

Nami's hands trembled at her sides, her breath coming in uneven gasps. She felt a weight lifting from her shoulders, a burden she had carried for so long finally beginning to ease. Yet, amidst the relief, a pang of emptiness gnawed at her heart—a void left by the closure she had sought for so long.

Toshiro's presence beside her was both comforting and unsettling. His cold detachment in dispatching Arlong had underscored the ruthless nature that both intrigued and unsettled her. She glanced at him briefly, seeing the remnants of battle etched on his face—a stark contrast to the tenderness she had glimpsed moments before.

Turning away from the grisly scene, Nami took a step back, her mind reeling with the aftermath of their victory. Arlong's death had marked the end of a chapter in her life, yet the wounds he had inflicted ran deep, leaving scars that time alone could not heal.

"I... I never thought this day would come," Nami finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes met Toshiro's, searching for understanding amidst the turmoil within her.

Without warning, Toshiro closed the distance between them, his lips meeting Nami's with a possessive urgency. His kiss was forceful, fueled by adrenaline and the aftermath of battle. Nami, taken aback by his sudden action, hesitated before tentatively responding, her mind racing with conflicting emotions.

"As we're done with these monkeys, let's head back to the ship," Toshiro murmured against her lips, his voice low and commanding. "I need to take care of something."

Nami pulled back slightly, searching his eyes for any hint of emotion, but found only steely resolve. She knew Toshiro's demeanor all too well—cold, calculating, and driven by his own desires.

"You're impossible," Nami whispered, a mix of frustration and uncertainty in her voice.

Toshiro smirked faintly, a glimmer of amusement in his gaze. "And you're not as annoying as I thought," he retorted, his tone laced with a hint of something deeper.

Sensing Nami's weariness from the events of the night, Toshiro swiftly scooped her up into his arms, effortlessly carrying her towards their ship. Nami, caught off guard by his sudden action, instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, her exhaustion momentarily forgotten in the embrace of his strength.

Without a word, Toshiro carried her to his private quarters aboard the ship, the door closing behind them with a soft click. The room was dimly lit, the faint glow from a lantern casting shadows that danced across the walls.

Setting Nami down gently on the edge of his bed, Toshiro stood before her, his gaze unwavering. There was a tension in the air, charged with unspoken desire and the weight of their shared experiences.