Kuina vs Kuroobi

Arlong had barely stepped back into the hall, his irritation over Nezumi's words still simmering, when the first explosion rocked the entire structure.

A blinding wave of blue fire crashed through the walls, engulfing the room in an inferno unlike anything he had ever seen.

The heat was unbearable, far hotter than any normal flame.

His crew barely had time to react—fishmen were thrown into the air, some screaming as the flames swallowed them whole. The music cut off instantly, replaced by the deafening roar of destruction.

Arlong's eyes widened as he witnessed his strongest men fall in a matter of seconds. Chew and Kuroobi barely managed to leap out of the way before another blast of blue fire erupted from above, tearing through the ceiling and setting the entire upper level ablaze. The sturdy walls of Arlong Park crumbled like dry sand.

"What the hell—?!" Arlong growled, shielding his face as debris rained down.

He dove behind a section of fallen wall, breathing heavily. His mind raced. This wasn't an accident.

This wasn't a storm.

Someone was attacking. And whoever they were, they weren't giving him a moment to recover.

Another wave of fire descended from the sky, slamming into the remaining structure with relentless force.

Arlong barely had time to move before a roof section collapsed where he had just stood. He gritted his teeth, fury boiling inside him. He had spent years building his empire in the East Blue, and now—someone dared to burn it all to the ground?!

The blue fire raged on, devouring his fortress piece by piece.

His men's screams grew distant, lost beneath the relentless explosions.

Arlong gritted his sharp teeth, his muscles tensing.

Who was responsible for this massacre?

And, more importantly—how the hell was he going to stop them?

***

Jacob descended gracefully from the sky, the remnants of blue flames flickering around him as he landed amidst the smoldering ruins of Arlong Park.

The once-imposing structure now lay in charred fragments. Jacob's eyes scanned the devastation, adjusting his mask, settling on the three figures standing amidst the rubble.

Arlong, the sawshark fish-man and captain of the Arlong Pirates, stood at the forefront, his muscular frame tense with fury.

Beside him were his loyal officers: Kuroobi, a manta ray fish-man known for his martial arts prowess, and Chew, a smelt-whiting fish-man with a penchant for marksmanship.

The trio bore the marks of the recent assault, their expressions a mix of shock and seething anger.

Arlong's sharp eyes narrowed as he took in the masked intruder before him.

Recognition flickered across his features, and his jagged teeth gleamed in the dim light as he snarled, "So, the infamous Fire King of East Blue decides to show his face. What brings you here, human? Why attack my place?"

Jacob's voice was calm, almost serene, as he responded, "Your reign of terror ends today, Arlong. The people of Cocoyashi Village and beyond have suffered under your tyranny for too long."

Kuroobi stepped forward, his fists clenched, "You dare challenge us alone? You're either brave or foolish."

Without missing a beat, Jacob replied, "Perhaps a bit of both. But know this—I won't stand by while innocents suffer."

Chew spat on the ground, "Big words for a lone human. Let's see if you can back them up."

Arlong raised a hand, silencing his subordinates. His gaze remained locked on Jacob, "You think you can waltz in here and play hero? This is my territory. My rules."

Jacob's eyes hardened, "Not anymore."

Carina and Kuina walked from the gates, each standing on Jacob's side.

Arlong's gaze hardened as he took in the girl's appearance. "You think bringing your women changes anything, thief?"

Jacob's voice was calm, unwavering. "This ends now, Arlong."

Kuina advanced toward Kuroobi, her blade slicing through the air with precision.

Kuroobi met her assault with swift, calculated fishman karate strikes.

Meanwhile, Carina faced off against Chew, the smelt-whiting fishman. Devoid of traditional weaponry, Chew relied on his innate abilities, particularly his powerful water-spitting techniques, which could pierce through solid structures. He inhaled deeply, expelling a high-pressure stream of water aimed directly at Carina.

Carina's Devil Fruit abilities amplify the ambient sounds around her. With a swift motion, she manipulates the sound waves to create a concussive barrier, dispersing the water attack before it can reach her. Her eyes narrow, focusing intently on Chew.

Chew's expression shifted to one of surprise, but he quickly masked it with a sneer. "Not bad, but let's see how you handle this!"

He unleashed a rapid succession of water bullets, each one targeting Carina with deadly precision.

Carina's movements were graceful. She weaved through the onslaught, using her sound-based powers to distort Chew's perception, creating auditory illusions that masked her actual position.

Closing the distance between them, she delivered a swift, calculated strike to a pressure point, disrupting his stance and leaving him momentarily vulnerable.

*** 

A small boy crouched behind a dense thicket, his wide eyes reflecting the eerie blue flames consuming Arlong Park. The once-imposing fortress now lay in ruins, its towering structures reduced to smoldering rubble. The boy's heart pounded as he took in the scene, the acrid scent of smoke filling his nostrils.

Unable to contain his fear and excitement, he turned and sprinted back toward Cocoyashi Village, his tiny feet pounding against the dirt path.

The villagers had begun to gather at the outskirts of the village.

They exchanged anxious glances, their faces etched with worry.

Bursting into the clearing, the boy shouted, "Arlong Park is burning! It's destroyed!"

Gasps rippled through the crowd. Nojiko stepped forward, her expression a mix of hope and disbelief. "Are you sure?"

The boy nodded vigorously. "I saw it myself! The whole place is in flames!"

The villagers murmured among themselves, a flicker of hope igniting their hearts. Could it be true? Had the oppressive reign of Arlong finally come to an end?

The village sheriff raised a hand for silence. "We must be cautious. This could be a trap."

But the hope was contagious, and already some villagers were daring to dream of freedom. The flames of Arlong Park illuminated the night sky.

***

Nami awoke to the distant murmur of voices, the usual stillness of the night replaced by an unsettling commotion.

Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she quickly dressed and stepped outside, her heart pounding with curiosity and apprehension.

The villagers, who typically regarded her with suspicion and resentment, were now gathered in animated clusters, their faces illuminated by the flickering glow from the direction of Arlong Park.

To her surprise, many of them wore expressions of cautious optimism.

Spotting Nojiko among the crowd, Nami hurried over. "Nojiko, what's happening?"

Nojiko's eyes were wide with disbelief and hope. "Nami, they say Arlong Park is burning. Someone's attacking the fishmen."

Nami's heart skipped a beat. Was the fortress that had cast a shadow over their lives for so long under siege? But who would dare challenge Arlong's tyranny?

As the villagers began to move toward the source of the flames, Nami called out, her voice tinged with urgency. "Wait! We don't know who's behind this. Whoever's attacking Arlong could be even more dangerous. They might not be our saviors but our new oppressors."

The village sheriff turned to face her, his expression resolute yet cautious.

"You're right, Nami. But we can't ignore this opportunity. We must see for ourselves what's happening."

The villagers murmured in agreement, their steps cautious yet driven by a flicker of hope.

Nami fell in besid,e Nojiko, her mind racing with possibilities and fears as they made their way toward the burning remnants of Arlong Park.

***

As the remnants of Arlong Park smoldered under the heat of Jacob's blue flames, Kuina stood poised, her sword gleaming with a deadly sheen.

Across from her Kuroobi rose from the debris, his eyes reflecting—grief, rage, and a profound sense of loss. The devastation of his comrades weighed heavily upon him, fueling his resolve to avenge them.

"You humans," Kuroobi spat, his voice trembling with sorrow and fury. "You'were ve taken everything from us. My brothers… massacred."

Kuina's gaze remained steady, acknowledging his pain but unwavering in her mission. "This cycle of hatred and violence must end. Stand down, fishman."

"Never!" he roared, launching himself at her with blistering speed, his fists a blur as he executed a barrage of Fish-Man Karate techniques. Each strike was infused with the strength of h despite his overwhelming poweris anguish, aiming to crush the human who dared to challenge his kin.

Kuina met his assault head-on, her sword rapidly dancing through the air. She parried his blows, the clash of flesh and steel resonating through the ruins.

Despite his overwhelming power, her agility and skill allowed her to deflect his attacks.

Kuroobi's frustration mounted as he failed to land a decisive hit. "Why do you fight for them? Humans have only ever oppressed our kind!"

"Not all humans are the same," Kuina replied, calm yet firm. "Just as not all fishmen are victims ."

With a guttural cry, Kuroobi unleashed his signature move, the Hyakumaigawara Seiken, aiming a devastating punch toward Kuina's midsection.

Anticipating his move, Kuina sidestepped gracefully, bringing her sword down upon his extended arm, cutting his right arm clean.

She then delivered a swift kick to his abdomen, sending him sprawling backward.

Kuroobi struggled to his feet, his breaths ragged, grief evident in his eyes.

"It's over, fishman," Kuina said softly. "Continuing this fight will only lead to more pain."

Tears mingled with sweat on Kuroobi's face as he sank to his knees. The fight had been taken from him, leaving only a broken warrior mourning his fallen comrades.

Kuina lowered her sword, offering a silent prayer for the fallen, understanding that true victory lay not in defeating an enemy but in breaking the chains of hatred that bound them all. 

"I pray that your next life will be better than this one," Kuina said.