Water 7 War VIII

After killing Kong, Draco ran throughout the battlefield like a force of nature, his crimson eyes glinting under the moonlight.Each step he took left destruction in his wake, his fists and legs moving with brutal precision. Marines screamed in terror as they tried to mount an offensive, only to be torn apart or crushed under his overwhelming strength.

[P/R: If you guys are wondering why the war hasn't stopped after Draco killed Kong, Draco buried Kong under the sea, killing almost every witness by flipping the entire battlefield In front of him.]

"He's a monster!" one marine shouted in despair, right before Draco grabbed him by the armor and hurled him across the battlefield like a ragdoll.

Draco's face was stoic, almost detached. Though he moved with lethal intent, his mind was elsewhere, reflecting on the harsh lessons drilled into him during his time in the Special Forces.

'War is War,' he thought coldly, his actions mechanical. He didn't revel in the bloodshed; death was simply another routine aspect of his existence. His past had carved that reality into him, and now, on this battlefield, it was simply second nature.

Meanwhile, on another part of the icy wasteland, Buggy and Enel were locked in their own desperate struggle.

"Damn it!" Buggy growled as his knives cleaved through yet another wave of marines. He was panting heavily, his stamina waning with every clash. His appearance was tarnished with blood and frost, but his spirit refused to falter.

{Vari!}

Enel barked, his golden staff crackling with electricity. A bolt of lightning arced from his body, frying a group of marines that had been flanking them. The sound of their screams echoed into the night as they collapsed, smoking and lifeless.

"Ugh... this is getting tiresome," Enel muttered, clutching his knees for a moment to catch his breath.

Buggy glanced at him, his expression one of irritation but also worry. "Don't start slacking now! We can't let them overwhelm us!"

Before either of them could react further, a body came crashing down in front of them, shattering the ice and sending shards flying. Buggy and Enel instinctively shielded their faces from the debris.

When the dust settled, the figure stood, battered but unmistakably imposing. Vice Admiral Void rose to his feet, his movements unnervingly precise despite the blood dripping from his body. His expression remained eerily neutral, even as his injuries painted a clear picture of his pain.

"It's him!" Enel shouted, his eyes narrowing with recognition and apprehension.

"Huh… you," Void said, his voice monotone, his gaze shifting towards Enel. The moonlight glinted off his bloodied uniform, making him look even more intimidating.

"How are... you fine?"

Despite his injuries, Void's posture remained unnaturally upright, his presence looming over the pair. Buggy and Enel braced themselves, knowing that even a wounded Vice Admiral would be dangerous.

[A few minutes earlier]

Vice Admiral Void had been locked in combat with Oden. Though Void was clearly outmatched, his injuries from Draco's earlier assault hindering him, he fought with unyielding determination.

Their duel was a spectacle. Sparks flew as their weapons clashed, streaks of light cutting through the darkness as their attacks collided.

"You're strong! If you weren't injured, this would be a real fight!" Oden bellowed, his voice a mixture of respect and exhilaration. He twisted his blade, striking Void's ribs with the blunt handle and sending the Vice Admiral staggering several meters back.

Void coughed, blood spilling from his lips, but his face remained as stoic as ever. "Yeah…" he muttered, his words barely audible.

Oden let out a booming laugh, spinning his blades in preparation for his next attack. But before he could press his advantage, marines swarmed toward him again, forcing him to unleash a wide, sweeping attack.

"HUP!" Oden roared as his swords created a powerful shockwave, sending dozens of marines flying. Void, caught in the blast, was hurled through the air, his body tumbling across the battlefield.

"Ah…" Void muttered, as expressionless as ever, even as he disappeared into the distance.

"Huh? Where'd he go?" Oden muttered, scratching his head in confusion. But before he could locate Void, a fiery streak lit up the night sky, barreling toward him with immense heat and power.

A massive magma fist tore through the air, its heat distorting the frigid atmosphere.

"Die, pirate!" Vice Admiral Akainu's booming voice echoed as he landed on the battlefield, his figure wreathed in searing heat and molten fury.

Oden's eyes widened as the fist approached, but his exhilaration quickly returned. With a wild grin, he swung one of his blades, sending a crescent-shaped flying slash toward the magma. The crescent cleaved through the fiery attack, splitting the molten fist in two. The magma fell to the ground, sizzling as it cooled on the icy terrain.

"Wahahaha! I'm liking this too much!" Oden laughed, his feral grin turning to a focused glare as he set his sights on Akainu. He twirled his blades, their edges glinting ominously in the moonlight.

Akainu, unimpressed, merely let out a cold "Hmph," his molten fists beginning to bubble with fresh magma.

[Back to Draco]

The battlefield remained tense, the icy terrain shimmering under the moonlight. In the midst of the chaos, Draco sat on a makeshift ice throne, his demeanor completely at odds with the carnage surrounding him. His crimson eyes, now relaxed, scanned the horizon lazily as he muttered, "Phew... I'm thirsty."

Unbothered by the barrage of bullets ricocheting harmlessly off his body, Draco reached into his inventory, a curious action no one quite understood but feared, nonetheless. With a flick of his hand, he produced an entire barrel of booze, placing it on the ground beside him.

The relentless gunfire from the marines slowed and eventually stopped, confusion spreading among the ranks.

"What the…" one marine muttered, lowering his rifle.

"Is he serious?" another whispered, his voice trembling.

"Keep shooting!" a commanding officer barked, but even his words faltered as the scene before them unfolded.

Draco ignored them entirely, lifting the barrel with ease and taking a long, exaggerated swig that drained the entire thing in one go. A satisfied sigh escaped him as he slammed the empty barrel to the ground, splinters of wood scattering across the ice.

"Ahh! Much better," he declared, a smug grin spreading across his face. Booze trickled from the corners of his mouth, adding to the already surreal image.

The marines stood frozen, disbelief etched on their faces.

"Is he getting drunk right in front of us?" one marine asked, incredulous.

"Run! He's gonna go crazy again!" another shouted, panic spreading through the ranks.

But before they could scatter, Draco stood and stretched, the cracking of his joints echoing ominously. His drunken sway didn't make him any less terrifying; if anything, it made him more unpredictable.

With a sudden burst of speed, Draco lunged forward, grabbing a marine by the arm and tossing him across the battlefield like a ragdoll. The unfortunate soldier's scream faded as his body disappeared into the distance.

Draco reappeared behind another marine in a blink, his movements impossibly fast. "Hic~oops!" he slurred, his crescent-shaped eyes glinting mischievously. Without hesitation, he delivered a devastating roundhouse kick, the force of the impact shattering the commanding officer's arm and ribs as he flew backward into a cluster of his comrades.

"Serious Series: Seri…" Draco began, his voice carrying an unusual weight, but he abruptly paused, scratching his head and chuckling drunkenly. "Nah..."

Instead, he began sprinting toward the Marines again, this time with an entirely different mood.

To their utter confusion and horror, Draco broke into song, belting out the iconic opening lines of We Are from One Piece. His deep, booming voice echoed across the battlefield, carrying an unsettling mix of cheerfulness and menace.

"Come on board and bring along

All your hopes and dreams

Together we will find everything

That we're looking for

One Piece"

Draco sang with gusto, a wide, gleeful smile plastered across his face.

The marines, who had faced countless horrors that night, now found themselves paralyzed by the sheer absurdity of the situation.

"Eek! He's insane!"

"Run! Just run!"

The soldiers broke formation, retreating in every direction as Draco gleefully chased them, his drunken, off-tune rendition of the song only adding to their terror.

"So come on board and bring along

All your hopes and dreams

Together we will find everything

That were looking for

There is always room for you

If you want to be my friend

We are!

We are

On a cruise!"

Draco continued and leaped along the icy battlefield with surprising agility for someone so evidently intoxicated. His voice carried a mocking, almost taunting quality as he sang, sending shivers down the spines of the retreating marines.

From a distance, a group of higher-ranking officers watched the spectacle in stunned silence.

"Are we… sure he's not the real threat here?" one of them muttered weakly.

"Forget Roger! He's the real monster here!!" another officer stammered, gripping his sword with trembling hands.

Draco, meanwhile, stopped for a moment, swaying slightly before taking a mock bow. "Thank you, thank you," he said to the terrified marines, as though they were applauding his performance with fear. Then, with a hiccup, he straightened up, his grin returning.

"All right, round two!" he exclaimed, bolting toward the remaining marines, who screamed in terror as they scattered once more.

In his drunken stupor, Draco was somehow more terrifying than ever, a one-man army with the destructive power of a natural disaster and the unpredictability of a drunken singer.

[Back to Buggy and Enel]

As Buggy and Enel stared at the heavily injured Vice Admiral Void, they instinctively fell into their fighting stances.

"It's you! That mortal!" Enel barked, twirling his golden staff as electricity sparked off his body, crackling with the promise of retribution.

"The mortal that almost killed you, yes," Void replied flatly, patting down his dirtied uniform. He sighed, looking down at the bloodied state of his once-pristine coat. "Ugh... cleaning this is going to be such a pain," he muttered under his breath.

"Hap!" Void suddenly sensed Buggy's blade swinging toward him. Although Void anticipated easily dodging the strike, his injured leg betrayed him, a sharp pang shooting up as he moved. Reacting swiftly, Void activated his Armament Haki, deflecting Buggy's strike with a resounding ting. Void countered in a flash, delivering a forceful open-palm strike to Buggy's face. The clown pirate was sent tumbling several meters away, a fresh bruise blooming on his cheek.

Void barely had time to catch his breath as Enel teleported behind him in a crackling flash of light.

{Vari!}

Enel shouted, his staff surging with lightning as it crashed into Void's back.

"Argh!" Void grunted in pain, blood trickling from his mouth as his body convulsed slightly from the electric shock. Yet even in agony, his face remained expressionless. Enel sneered. "That's what you get for messing with a god, mortal!"

"Shut it," Void growled, struggling to remain on his feet. Before he could recover, Buggy attacked again.

{Chop Sweep!}

Buggy yelled, sending his disjointed leg flying toward Void in an attempt to trip him. The kick connected, and Void was swept off his feet, cursing as he tumbled midair.

"Damn it!" Void shouted. Desperate, he extended his palm, his voice steady despite his injuries.

{Void Movement}

In an instant, Void's body darkened, his form flickering into an intangible shadow. The shadow dispersed and reformed a few meters away, Void reappearing just in time to steady himself.

{Crescent Void!}

Void roared, swinging his blade horizontally. A wave of void-like energy shot forth, cutting through the air toward Buggy and Enel.

Buggy's body parts scattered to dodge the attack, his torso rushing toward Void as his severed lower half remained grounded. Enel teleported again, appearing at a few meters away from Void's side with another charged strike. Void saw it all, the barrage of attacks closing in on him, and realized his body had reached its limit.

"Kite~"

Void dropped his blade. "I admit defeat," he called out, his voice calm yet loud enough to carry over the battlefield. "I surrender!"

Buggy and Enel paused mid-attack, their expressions a mixture of shock and confusion.

"Huh?" they both uttered in unison, not lowering their guard.

"I said I surrender," Void repeated, dropping to his knees and clasping his hands behind his back. "I'll even become your ally." His face betrayed no embarrassment or fear, only cold determination.

"What...?" Enel muttered, narrowing his eyes.

"How can we trust you?!" Buggy barked, his disjointed parts returning to his body as he landed in front of Void.

"The Marines are a lost cause. After fighting the 'Human God,' I see no future for them," Void explained, his voice steady. "They despise me as much as I despise their corruption."

Internally, Void thought, 'They've never trusted me anyway. I have nothing to lose.'

Buggy scratched the back of his head, still baffled. "Uh... alright, but if you're serious, take off that Marine uniform and start helping us."

Void nodded without hesitation, standing and shrugging off his bloodstained Marine coat. He stripped down to a plain white tank top and white suit pants, his leather shoes still gleaming despite the chaos. "Done," he said plainly.

Void glanced at a distant marine who was hesitating to rejoin the fight. Without hesitation, Void flicked his wrist, sending a blade of void energy flying toward the marine, cutting him down instantly. "There," he said, his tone as emotionless as ever.

Buggy blinked, shocked by the cold efficiency. "Ah... alright," he said, finally sheathing his Kitetsu blade.

Void turned to Enel, who was glaring at him. "Let me join your captain's crew," Void said. "I heard the 'Human God' is an ally of Roger."

Enel scoffed, puffing out his chest arrogantly. "You're not strong enough to joi~"

"Don't ask that idiot," Buggy interrupted, waving a hand dismissively. "Ask Draco. He'll decide."

Buggy then turned, running back toward the battlefield with Enel reluctantly following. "Come on, lightning brain!"

Void watched them go, his eyes now fixed on the distant chaos. "Draco..." he murmured, stepping forward into the fray.