Luffy bolted into the fray with unbridled glee, instantly marked as prey.
No longer just Gasparde's goons—the horde of pirates glared daggers, bloodlust ignited by the lure of toppling him for glory.
The top floor devolved into outright riot.
Roars cascaded, amplifying the bedlam until it bled downstairs, stirring the underbelly.
Luffy's grin never wavered as he whipped a leg high, unleashing on the wall of flesh ahead.
"Get him!"
"Gum-Gum... Whip!"
The extending strike lashed true, scattering the front line like pins. Momentum chained—kicked foes bowled into their mates, tumbling rearward.
Leg retracted; he surged on.
Arms blurred in wind-up, mid-stride fists flying.
"Gum-Gum Bullet Barrage Gatling~!"
"Gyaaah?! It's stretching?!"
"Guy's a monster!"
"Thirty mil's no joke—now that's entertainment!"
Punches telescoped relentless, tagging torsos mid-charge.
Burly frames sailed airborne; screams ricocheted off walls.
The flood held—no ebb. Oncomers swelled; each deflection drew cheers, jeers laced with savage delight from all sides.
Pirate isle pedigree shone through—even boozed, no cowering.
Prime cuts: eager brawlers, grinning through the gamble. Thrashing cowards? Dull. But foes charging full-tilt, joy and fury fused? Ecstasy.
Life on the line, yet the scrap sang weirdly sweet. Pirate paradise, maybe.
Numbers crushed—mental edge no shield from the crush. Luffy kicked off, vaulting high; mid-air, a storm of stomps rained down.
"Gum-Gum... Stamp Gatling!"
"Uwah?! Above!"
"Shut your trap—this obvious?!"
Curses flew thick; fresh alliances formed shoulder-to-shoulder, spawning fresh volleys of filth. Most locked on Luffy now—but time would blur lines, devolving to free-for-all soon enough.
Windfall for Schrayer.
Club looted from a fresh corpse cracked a hulking skull; he shot Luffy a wry glance.
"Damn showoff. Why crash our chat?"
Baffled, sure—but ranks thinned. Luffy's gatecrash? Mob magnet. Fresh off Kid's grudge-match, veins pumped—now the star himself, ripe for the kill? Jubilation.
Stress vent plus power flex: rookie royalty, warped but wild popular.
"Thinning out. Not dumping it all on you, but—"
"Oi oi—make way! Back-alley mortar's here!"
Club shouldered, Schrayer paused; bellows yanked eyes.
Sun-leathered slab of muscle hefted a massive bazooka—echo of the prior blast. Recognition rippled; panic pricked voices.
"Scatter if you wanna breathe! This'll sweep 'em!"
"Oi—moron, quit?! Didn't see the boomerang?"
"Don't rope us in!"
"Fire!"
Boom—shell rocketed, cannonball heft.
Traced Luffy mid-pummel; he clocked it cool. Sucked deep, gut ballooned.
Rubber shrugged slugs.
Inflated instant, balloon-taut—caught flush.
"Balloon!"
"What?!"
"Told ya—bad call!"
Groan absorbed; rebound vicious.
Shell arced reverse, slamming sender square.
Deafening bloom; brute blacked out amid the roar.
Fray fevered; Schrayer dove back in.
Not his brawl-by-choice—but quickest path. Chat with Luffy? Priority one. No detours.
Club cracked a flank; swarm renewed on him.
Chaos compounded.
Downstairs stragglers climbed for the fun—pure spectacle.
Usopp and Vivi gawked slack-jawed, brains reeling: how the hell? Motionless, dumbfounded.
Nami? Fist-clenched opposite—race eve flipped her script. No flinch; she bellowed Luffy-ward, cheer raw and fierce. Off-script for the fraidy-cat, but words clicked.
"Luffy! Drop 'em all! Temp bonus—fifty grand covered!"
"Robbing 'em... looting the downed wallets."
"Me too... starting to think it."
"Hundreds here—fifty's chump. Let none bolt!"
Arm pumped triumphant, greed gleamed evil. Outsiders clocked it easy.
Usopp and Vivi synced sighs, shoulders slumping—stuck?
"Oi—Captain Usopp! Back Luffy!"
"Eh?! N-No way—step in now, they'll swarm us! Support's my jam, but who's got me?!"
"Fine—total mess anyway. Down one more each."
"Devil woman... spotted in this? Toast..."
"Then ghost 'em quiet."
"Nami-san... that's a stretch..."
Vivi's lifeline? Tuned out.
Usopp fished his slingshot reluctant, popping shots sly in the scrum.
Stealth strained; lead landed true, peppering Luffy's perimeter pests.
Luffy flowed freer—no fresh nicks, pummeling unchecked.
Kid's scars? Non-issue. Nimble unbroken.
Schrayer mirrored distant: fluid fells, weapon swaps surgical—corpses no end.
Roars swelled; bedlam warped monstrous.
Fresh waves crested from below—itch to join. Straw Hats too: entry-lurkers drawn by the din.
They'd half-expected.
Hit the top, locked Luffy's rampage instant.
Lead Zoro: arms crossed, eye-roll supreme. But Sanji and Igagram bolted flank.
"Figures him... Blink and he turns it into—"
"Ahh! Nami-saaan! Vivi-chwaaan!"
"Vivi-samaaa~?!"
Clatter ignored; Sanji and Igagram's gazes lit divergent.
Sanji: joy at the ladies. Igagram: horror at Vivi's peril-pit. Emotions clashed, but both leaned launch-ward, feral.
Zoro's mug soured.
"You scum—scaring Nami-san and Vivi-chan? Unforgivable! I'll smoke you all, bastards!"
"Nami ain't scared—cheering."
"Yeah... hyping him."
"Vivi-samaaa~?! Should've stuck closer! To your side now!"
"Hold it, old man! Vivi-chan's rescue? Mine!"
Cool read? Zoro and Silk halted, piecing vague. But those two? Zero bandwidth—ranting rampant, bolting unchecked.
Halt? Hassle. Zoro and Silk synced sighs, waving off the duo's backs.
"Two idiots? Double drain."
"Igagram-san's solid usually. Just... worrier."
"Dumb cook melts for dames."
"Not bad—just overzealous."
Care? Zero. Stress? Palpable.
Luffy's wild? Check. Nami? Fist-pumping fierce. Usopp? Slingshot support. Vivi? Perplexed pout.
Status quo absurdity.
No shock; they ambled casual, muttering chill.
"Tch. Guess we go."
"Yeah—for Usopp and Vivi's sake, reel 'em quick."
Pace unhurried, closing slow.
Crew seemed solid—no peril vibe. Luffy's bandages? Odd, but vigor screamed safe.
Front-runners'd reinforce; minor glitch.
Sanji and Igagram blazed reunion-bound.
One goal: shield their charges.
Beeline ruthless, pirates blurred past—tunnel-vision sprint.
Sanji hit first.
No brake: full-kick launch, tagging the nearest Nami-prox brute.
"Who gave you leave to near Nami-san, punk?!"
"Oof?!"
Momentum mid-stride: cheek caved, body airborne. No brace—fade to black, shoulder-sliding dirt.
Landed sleek, squat-pose flair.
Rose fluid, cig twixt fingers—smoke trailed lazy.
Nami-ward: smile soft, knightly.
"Apologies for the wait, Nami-san... Your knight arrives."
"Perfect, Sanji-kun! Floor 'em all!"
"Yessum! Leave it~!"
Heroic flash? Fleeting. Name-drop melted him; light steps, foes flew—goofy flair, brutal grace. Stunned scrum? Kicked confetti.
Adapt quick, though—spotlight shared, brawl ballooned.
Igagram crested Vivi's front next.
Personal best pace, maybe. Huffing mild, he pivoted shield—bellowed the swarm generic, defiant.
"You lot! While my eyes hold black, not a finger on Vivi-sama!"
"Igagram!"
"Vivi-sama! Pardon the delay! Henceforth, this Igagram stands guard!"
Swagger flipped from prior panic.
Wide-stance, tie-fingered.
"Cannon prep~!"
Booming decree; phantom fanfare piped—pompadour hid mini-barrels, tube-cannons blooming.
Gawkers gawped universal.
Where from? Consensus stun.
Luffy sidelined, bug-eyed; curiosity crested—combat paused, voices erupted uniside.
"Whoa—old man, what?! Sick~!"
"Oi—funky as hell! Where'd you score?!"
"Man, who'd pick that spot?!"
Foes or not, chaos chorus; Igraham stone-faced amid.
Aimed, primed.
Some clocked—preempt rush.
"Tch—fancy-pants hair. Strut less, geezer."
"We'll buzz it bald."
"Mock me? Fine. But Vivi-sama? Untouched!"
Wall charged; tie yanked sharp.
"Igarapappa!"
Thunder. Barrage unleashed.
Mini-shells? Tracers—tag, boom; black plumes billowed fresh. Acrid char stung noses, singed skin.
Launch logic? Lost on witnesses.
Luffy prime, gear-geeks howled anew.
"Whoa—how'd he fire?!"
"No way—tie-pull for shells?!"
"Old man's nuts..."
"Yeah—sanity'd nix that style."
Mutter-mixed melee; smoke snagged coughs. Clearing tease? Next volley—boom redux. Plus bazooka spam elsewhere.
Plumes everywhere; flipped tables, chairs kindled—fire-fight fringe. Heat soared.
Crowd crush plus blaze bite—skin prickled.
Quitters? Zero. Extinguish collab? Nah—targets blurred beyond Luffy, Schrayer.
All visible? Foes now.
Smoke sprawled; gust scattered sudden.
Visibility snapped; cheers laced shock.
"Oi—what? Breeze?"
"Spring gust?"
"Nah—hold up... wind's cutting?!"
Gale-whine post—whoosh, flesh parted unbladed, red arcs fountaining. Hulks harvested mid-stride.
Gusts gusted selective, tavern-tornadic.
Silk poised sword-smile, slashing merry—pirate peer, glee genuine.
"Last isle? Benchwarmer. Gotta showcase the drills here."
Whip—blade-trail wind raced.
Invisible edge reaped remote ranks.
Shifted scene.
Phantom wove the weave, footfalls fleet—no halt, shadow-streak.
Trail? Geysers crimson—none unscathed, fells phantom-fast, rhyme nor reason.
Zoro dual-wielded, ghosting.
Swift strikes, power precise—tagged, dropped instant.
Stress steam? Grin ghosted lips.
"Numbers solid. Endless pests."
"Oi, brat! Think you stroll through?!"
"Hm?"
Longblade lean loomed Zoro's dash.
Eyes met once.
Enough.
"Come on!"
"Sure. No holding back."
Stance sank speed-spike. No feint—bull-rush. Brute braced broad, overhead arc.
Flash-cross. Blood-line streaked sky-straight.
Zoro cleaved sans glance, sans pause—forward eternal.
No quip. Fodder fare.
No crow; press on—Nami's nook neared.
"Oi, Nami—what's the mess?"
"Circumstances. We're racing."
"Race?"
"First—thin the herd. Fees pending."
"Hold, Zoro! Guard us! Shit's real now!"
Nami, Usopp, Vivi huddled bookie's chair-back—bodyguard bulwark, safe-ish bubble. Bookie? Peeved pout, but squatters stuck.
Race? Alien term, zero grasp.
But vibe screamed: no clean exit. Clash inevitable.
Sigh-shake, head-rattle—resigned rumble.
"No chit-chat window. Fine—mood-lifter."
"Wait—Zoro-kun! Wh-What about us?!"
"What? You there? Plenty."
"You too?! Overrate me—bad juju! Oi—talk's not done! Heelp~!"
"Bluster enough. Guard the princess tight."
Words tossed; Zoro peeled, fray-bound.
There: not him alone—roars redoubled.
Captain Luffy led the lunacy: limbs lashing, bandaged but unbloodied, whirlwind wrecker.
Schrayer solo-scythed unscratched, breath even, blur eternal.
Sanji strut-kicked clusters; Zoro zipped near? Taunt-tossed reflex—reply? Multi-slash sweep. Silk sauntered slash-trail, lone wolf. Igraham? Vivi-vigil, statue-still.
Every angle, every actor: abnormal.
Packed punch—hundreds, easy, claustro-clash.
Scale? Monstrous mismatch.
Baroque infiltrator, agent-assumed tough? Vivi wordless. Leap in? Survival odds?
Visceral vista birthed brew.
Kid-Luffy clash? Thrill. This? Homeland haunt.
Kingdom crisis: crown clashing rebels, blood and betrayal.
Baroque bust fails? Citizens clash thus—bleeding, broken, unwitting pawns in conquest. Croc's script scripted. Home? Harrowed.
No—avert absolute. Vivi's vow visceral.
Panorama forged fire anew; terror torched from her face.
Nami caught the shift mid-glance, lips quirking soft.
"Something up, Vivi? Pumped now?"
"Yes... Can't cower. I stop it. Alabasta—unscarred. That's it."
"Gotcha. But clock this hard."
"Eh?"
"Fighters there? Your crew now."
Finger flicked: Straw silhouettes.
Knew it head-wise; heart lagged. Eye-lock blanked her. Nami's chuckle shrugged it.
"Can't solo the storm—loosen up. Brood-face wastes the beauty."
"Ah... But the kingdom—can't dump it all—"
"Sure. But hoard the weight? Nah. Look—beasts like that? Teaming up? Milk it."
Casual cackle, brutal truth. Vivi blinked baffled.
Nami beamed bliss—reliable, radiant. Stuck strange.
"Luffy greenlit? Crew. Lean on us."
"Y...Yes."
Nod reflex; daze lingered.
Timing: Luffy trampoline'd a skull, arcing their way—bookie-desk thump. Guards tensed; he breezed.
Hat resettled; bedlam bowed to his beam.
Eyes Vivi-locked.
"Hey Vivi—join? Wanna toughen up, right?"
"Eh? Me...?"
"Danger? Got your back. Let's roll."
Blunt invite—but eavesdrop echo? Eerily apt.
Igraham? Eruption inevitable. Guard supreme, sidelined for peril-pull? Sacrilege.
Cue the outrage—Vivi vetoed, Luffy-aimed.
"Wha—?! What're you saying, Luffy-kun?! Dragging Vivi-sama to the melee?!"
"Vivi's tough, yeah? Couch too long? Stress builds."
"Such reasons! Perilous, Vivi-sama—I'll shield; stay put, please! This barbarism unfit for you!"
"Old man—overkill. Right, Vivi? Itch to move, yeah?"
Post-pummel clarity gleamed. Sucked-in spell.
Irresistible pull—wordless, but decision dawned easy.
Step forward; Vivi nodded.
Try it. Think-trap? Act-break.
Igraham wailed; she chose self.
"Yeah. Take me too."
"Vivi-samaaa?! Perilous!"
"Fine, Igagram. I was Frontier Agent once. And... can't just delegate."
With that, Vivi drew: ring-finger threader, tip-blade bauble. Peacock Slashers—her signature quirk.
Gear out? Game on. Vivi beamed Luffy-ward, nod firm.
He barked laugh, vaulted fresh—fray-rebound.
"Alright—charge! Follow, Vivi!"
"Yes!"
"Aaah~?! Wait—then me toooo!"
Trio tore safe-zone; core-crash.
Wise? Dubious.
Usopp wilted watch; Nami head-shook weary.
"Gutsy gal. But who'd bite fresh invite?"
"Steel spine—you lack."
"True that."
Infiltrate solo? No flake.
Nod conceded; Usopp sans snap-back. Nami's wry glance trailed Vivi's fade.
Hope it shifts her.
Shared sex, shared stretches—instinct.
Post-plight, stragglers tugged. Kingdom knit her brow—worry root. Echoed old self; had to nudge. Luffy spotted? Grateful. Brawl? Questionable—but motion mends.
Send-off gaze? Tender rare.
"Oi—lead-pumper! Been slinging slugs!"
"Eeek?! Spotted?!"
"Counter, Usopp! Keep 'em off!"
"On it—wait, you fight too!"
"Nope. Scary."
"Me too?! Man up—strong guys everywhere! Get it, jerk?!"
"Not me."
Giant loomed; duo dreaded Luffy-loose regret.
Nami clutched staff; Usopp slingshot-shaky.
Pre-impact: bodyguard stirred.
Bellow checked; duo blinked baffled.
"You lot—how long skulking my shadow? Move."
"Oh? No comp, plus gripes? Man up—show wallet-deep grace. Like our captain."
"Hmph—spare me. Fools like that croak mid-road."
Bookie swigged; Nami's triumph smirk schooled.
"Nuh-uh—lives. Luffy's Pirate King bound."
Brow twitched faint.
Nami preened proud, chin high—gotcha glare down.
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