Lightning tore through the air as Enel launched himself towards Kizaru.
Kizaru raised an eyebrow, lips barely parting.
"Ooh~ quite aggressive, aren't we?"
Enel appeared beside him in a snap of thunder, driving a lightning-coated knee toward his ribs.
Kizaru's body twisted effortlessly, bending around the strike before dissolving into photons.
Enel's pupils narrowed. "So fast…!"
Kizaru reappeared behind him, upside down, hands in his pockets as though gravity didn't apply.
"You know, Enel-san… being made of lightning doesn't automatically make you the fastest thing alive."
Enel snarled and spun, unleashing a column of raw voltage that split the clouds. Kizaru drifted aside, barely moving, as if sliding on air.
The two clashed—lightning beams intersecting with lasers, painting stripes of destruction across the sky. Waves crashed, rocking the merchant ship below. Birds fled in waves. Clouds vaporized into steam.
Enel smirked mid-exchange, confidence swelling.
"With my Mantra, I can predict your every move. And with my speed, a fake god like you—!"
"Ah ah ah~" Kizaru interrupted, suddenly appearing above Enel's shoulder, speaking directly into his ear. "You shouldn't jump to conclusions so soon."
Enel jolted—then roared, unleashing a burst of electricity that tore straight upward.
The attack passed cleanly through Kizaru's body of light.
And then—
"Have you ever been kicked at the speed of light?"
A single shining boot smashed into Enel's spine, launching him downward like a meteor. He hit the ship with a shockwave, carving a crater into the deck, the ship itself titling under the pressure.
Enel rose from the rubble, body flickering with unstable lightning.
"Huff… huff… So that's your strength, huh?"
Kizaru stretched midair, bored.
"Well, I suppose I should stop toying with you. I was originally sent for your little friend, after all."
Enel's jaw clenched.
"Don't compare me to anyone! I am—"
Kizaru lifted his hand.
Light condensed on his fingertip.
"Oh dear… you talk quite a lot for someone in your position."
A beam fired.
Enel dodged—barely—and countered with a lightning dragon. Kizaru slipped past the lightning without much trouble.
Enel growled."Hold still!"
Kizaru raised two fingers lazily.
And in a blinding bloom—
nine Kizarus drifted around Enel in a wide rotating ring, each holding a gleaming sword.
Enel's eyes widened.
"Nine?!"
All nine spoke simultaneously, almost like a choir.
"Haa~ now now… just relax."
They rushed him.
The air filled with slashes of pure light. Enel blocked one—only to be stabbed by another. He retaliated with a lightning burst—only to realize he'd hit a clone. A kick landed on his ribs. A blade sliced across his thigh. A laser burned through his shoulder.
As Kisame and Nagato watched, Kisame couldn't help but ask
"Are you sure he can handle this, Lea- I mean, Nagato?"
Nagato gazed for a few moments longer before saying
"I'll help him, I needed him to face a challenge to lesson some of that arrogance of his."
Cutting back to the battle,
Enel's Mantra screamed warnings from every direction at once.
"Tch—damn pests!"
"Pests? Oh, that's rude," one Kizaru murmured before punching Enel so hard he cratered into the ship again.
Enel pushed himself up, panting, lightning sputtering like broken wires.
He's mixing something into his light… something solid. I can sense it, but I cannot see it.
He didn't understand it. He only felt its hardness every time he was hit.
The nine Kizarus pointed finger-beams at him from every angle.
"Now then… shall we end this?"
Hundreds of Yasakani no Magatama formed—tiny stars surrounding him.
Enel grimaced, blood trickling from his lip. "So this is… the power of light…"
The beams launched.
The sky turned white.
And then—
BA-DOOOOOOOOOOM
A rippling shockwave blasted outward, sending huge waves crashing, as the clones begun turning into stray photons.
The ship at this point was completely broken, with fragments floating everywhere on the sea, and the sailors below scrambling to grab onto wood.
In the center of the explosion—
Nagato stood with one hand raised, cloak rippling in the residual wind.
Enel stared, panting, battered. Kizaru hovered above, coat fluttering, expression finally tightening.
Nagato lowered his arm slowly.
"Shinra Tensei."
He turned his head toward Enel, voice calm:
"You've done enough. I hope you've learned that you're not as invincible as you thought. I beat you, he beat you, and there are plenty of others in this world who can as well."
Enel exhaled shakily, before slowly nodding albeit a bit unwillingly.
Kizaru adjusted his coat, eyes narrowing.
"Well well… God san has stepped in.. This is becoming quite the problem."
Nagato stood calmly
"After observing for a while I've picked up on that trick you've been using in your attacks on Enel. So that's how to injure a Logia user, interesting."
Nagato said, while his arms took on a pitch black hue, his haki already at the stage of visibility, just from watching."
Kizarus smiles falters slightly
"My my a monster who can learn haki just from watching?~"
Kizaru let out a low whistle, the lazy smile on his face thinning into something closer to caution.
"My my… lasers, gravity, and now you've learned arnament haki? You sure are quite the troublesome opponent~."
Nagato tilted his head slightly, studying him the same way a scholar examines a specimen.
"You rely on speed and mass attacks to overwhelm. Unfortunately for you, neither will work with these eyes of mine, plus I've also grasped the basics of this strange force you've been imbuing into your attacks."
Kizaru chuckled softly, but there was no amusement behind it.
"Hooh… you understand it after seeing it once? That's not very fair, you know…~ Some of us had to train for years."
Nagato stared, chakra gathering around him, taking on a dark blue hue.
"A God's talent can't be compared to a mere mortal."
A skeletal arm erupted behind Nagato, forming from pure chakra—ribs, then plating, then an arm thick enough to blot out half the sky. Kizaru's eyes widened, his body turning to light just to escape being crushed immediately.
"Ooh? Something that big shouldn't move—"
The Susanoo arm flashed towards Kizaru, a thunderous shockwave tearing through the air as the massive limb moved with instantaneous speed—Nagato's haki-infused susanoo arm, closing the distance faster than Kizaru could fully react to.
Kizaru re-materialized mid-air just in time for the blow to catch him across the torso.
Light fractured into scattering photons, and a burst of blood sprayed out before Kizaru's body was sent spiraling. He crashed through a chunk of the merchant ship's scattered wreckage—splintering wood and iron, before disappearing into the sea with a violent splash.
For a moment, only the waves roared.
Nagato let Susanoo dissipate, the towering construct fading into blue mist. He walked toward Enel, who was burned, bleeding, and barely conscious. Deep black lines formed around a spectral head as The King of Hell rose behind Enel, opening it's jaws and closing on him. Enel's wounds knit shut instantly, bruises evaporating, fractured bone restoring itself as the entity swallowed him in its glow.
Kisame exhaled, suprised and slightly relieved that Enel didn't die." Glad you stepped in, Lea- Nagato. I wasn't sure how much longer sparky could hold out. Also what else can you do? You can pull and push, heal, summon.. you're like a super jack of all trades."
Kisame said with a smirk.
Enel scoffed weakly, but even he couldn't deny he was curious.
"We're leaving," Nagato said, getting back onto his summoned bird.
Kisame flashed a sharp grin. "So cold! Just like Itachi. Anyways, lead the way Nagato."
The three departed, vanishing into the horizon.
Meanwhile, panic spread across what remained of the merchant crew. One sailor, pale with terror, dove into the water, kicking desperately downward. He spotted the drifting silhouette—Kizaru sinking silently, eyes half-open but consciousness fading.
"H-he's… it's really him! An admiral!" the sailor choked. "If we let him drown, we're all dead!"
With trembling effort, he hauled the limp admiral to the surface. More hands reached over the railing—pulling Kizaru aboard.
They laid him down, water pouring off his coat. One sailor grabbed the Den Den Mushi clipped to Kizaru's belt, hands shaking violently.
"M-Marine H-headquarters…? This is… this is a distress call!"
He gulped hard.
"Admiral Kizaru… has been defeated!"