One Punch of Justice

“Piro piro piro… this little girl’s got some skills!” Indigo chuckled in a strange manner, conjuring another set of chemical orbs and hurling them towards Tashigi. “But there’s no way you can escape unscathed from my orbs! One touch and you’ll turn to ashes. Embrace your end! Piro piro piro…”

As the attack closed in, Saitama clenched his fist, prepared to step in.

Yet, in that fleeting moment, he instinctively took a step back, captivated by the unwavering resolve shining in Tashigi’s eyes.

“You got this, Tashigi?” he asked casually.

“Yeah! After being with you, Mr. Saitama, I’ve gotten stronger!” She replied confidently.

With her response, the tension grew.

Her sword emanated an icy aura, its edge glistening with an elusive brilliance that seemed to flow ceaselessly. The chilling sharpness of the blade became even more pronounced, hinting at the danger it possessed.

-Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding…-

The resounding sound of clashing blade filled the air, as Tashigi masterfully wielded her colossal blade, gracefully parrying and dispersing each and every one of Indigo’s relentless chemical fireballs.

In the midst of the intense exchange, an opportune moment emerged, like a fleeting chance in the heat of battle. With unwavering determination, she leaned forward, her blade raised high, ready to strike.

But just as victory seemed within her grasp, a colossal gorilla thundered towards her with thunderous footsteps, its immense strength poised to collide with Tashigi’s resolute stance.

Yet, in that critical juncture, a twist of fate unfolded, revealing an unexpected ally.

From the rooftop above, a fist cloaked in ethereal white smoke burst forth, hurtling towards the scene like a comet on a collision course.

“White Snake”

The punch landed with titanic force, shattering the gorilla’s advance and leaving it sprawled unconscious on the ground, its threat neutralized in an instant.

Simultaneously, Tashigi’s blade, sliced through Indigo, severing his connection to the battle and leaving him vulnerable and defeated.

“…A Logia-type Devil Fruit! Smoke-Smoke Fruit!…”

In a flash, two strong opponents were taken down, leaving Golden Lion burning with rage.

And that fist, surrounded by white smoke, was none other than Smoker, the Marine Captain from Loguetown whom Golden Lion had recently captured and locked up with Seastone handcuffs!

“How the hell did he escape?!” Shiki exclaimed, his voice tinged with surprise and anger.

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“Smoker-sama!”

Tashigi snapped her head towards the voice, her eyes widening as she saw Smoker descending from the rooftop and his body marked with injuries.

Every breath seemed to be a struggle for Smoker, his chest heaving, blood staining his clothes. Even his trusted weapon, the “Jitte,” trembled in his grasp. The wisps of smoke dissipated, revealing the extent of his battered form.

Spitting out a mouthful of blood onto the ground, Smoker scowled at Golden Lion. “Tsk, you’ve been quite a pain, Golden Lion…”

Shiki clenched his cigar, his face contorted with frustration. He bit down on it repeatedly, the embers reflecting his growing rage. “How did you escape?” he seethed. “I had you locked up tight with those damn Seastone, and the key was within my grasp…”

A sly smirk played across Smoker’s bloodied lips. “Someone lent me a hand! I owe them… For gaving me the chance to capture you!” He revealed, casting a quick glance at Saitama.

Saitama looked puzzled. “What? … It wasn’t me!”

Smoker let out a snort, a blend of bitterness and appreciation. “Yeah, I know it wasn’t you. Well, thanks for absolutely nothing, Sir!”

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Unexpectedly, an unrelenting series of obstacles emerged, derailing Golden Lion’s meticulously planned scheme that preparing for twenty years.

“Kekekeke…”

Shiki’s face twisted into a sinister smirk as he chuckled darkly. “Well, well, well… Look what we have here! … Interesting!” He paused momentarily, then erupted in a sudden shout.

“What’s wrong with that damn Navy?

They thought they could stop me with just a bunch of little punks?

Or maybe…

Hey, Garp!

Where are you?

Don’t tell me you’re hiding!

Where’s that Sengoku, alongside his three damn rookies?

Huh!

No one?

Why haven’t they shown up?”

His voice filled with disappointment as he muttered, “No one is coming, huh?

It’s just you… Barely enough to quench my thirst for revenge!”

Saitama’s eyes narrowed, his cool demeanor unwavering. “You’ve been dodging the Marines for twenty years. What’s got you suddenly feeling so cocky…”

Shiki scoffed dismissively. “Words won’t sway me, you bald Marine!”

With a dismissive wave of his hand, he boasted, “Even if I step aside, I still have a thousand pirates here! The three of you don’t stand a chance against them!”

“No, it’s not just the three” Saitama exclaimed with a smirk. He pointed his finger forward, gesturing confidently. “We have allies”

Shiki’s arrogant smirk faltered for a moment, his eyes scanning the surroundings, searching for any signs of these alleged allies. Doubt crept into his mind, but he quickly brushed it aside.

“Attack!” He bellowed, commanding his pirate crew to charge at Saitama with bloodthirsty fury.

The air crackled with anticipation as the pirates, brandished their weapons and charged towards Saitama and his companions.

But just when things seemed dire, BAAAM!

The palace doors burst open!

“Charge!” the Marine commander’s voice echoed through the hall, igniting a surge of adrenaline in his troops.

With unwavering resolve, the Marines charged headlong into the chaotic fray, clashing with the pirates in a deadly fight of blades.

The battle was fierce and chaotic, the clash of steel reverberating through the room. The Marines fought with precision and discipline, their training shining through every move. They fought as one, covering each other’s backs, their trust bolstering their resolve.

The cries of combat echoed through the halls, blending with the desperate pleas and agonizing screams of defeated pirates. The air was thick with tension and the acrid scent of battle.

With every clash, the tide of the battle shifted, and the pirates began to realize the gravity of their situation. Their overconfidence shattered like glass, replaced by fear and desperation.

The struggle intensified, each swing of a sword, each gunshot, each explosion reverberating with the weight of their aspirations and ambitions. Lives hung in the balance as the clash of ideals unfolded within the chaos of combat.

It became increasingly clear that the pirates, once filled with bravado, were no match for the disciplined and well-trained Marine unit. The tides had turned, and the outcome seemed inevitable.

Anguished cries, desperate pleas, and bloodcurdling screams filled the air.

“Tashigi-san! Saitama-sama!”

The Legion Commander spun around, his voice booming like thunder “As long as we’re here, no one shall dare disturb you!”

In less than a minute…

The tables had turned!

The chosen elite pirates, meant to be the new generation of the Golden Lion Pirates, were utterly defeated.

A trifling hundred Marines…

A mere one hundred Marines had swiftly dismantled the empire he had painstakingly erected!

Shiki’s hand trembled with a mix of fury and disbelief, a blaze of rage kindling in his heart.

“Tsk… It doesn’t matter! Those were nothing more than mere pawns! … Worthless pawns! I can replace them with better ones!” Shiki murmured, his voice laced with disappointment.

“But first… I have to deal with those rats!” he continued, his voice filled with anger.

“I… am the Golden Lion Shiki, destined to rule these seas from above…”

With an ethereal ascent, Shiki’s body gracefully soared into the sky, exuding an aura of untamed power. Swiftly, his twin swords traced intricate arcs, releasing a tempest of slashing waves aimed at Saitama, “Whether it’s the Marines or not, prepare yourselves to witness the terror itself!”

“Huh?!” Saitama’s brows furrowing in confusion.

-Shishi: Senjindani-

The once grand hall crumbled under the relentless assault, reduced to ruins.

Within the chaos, Saitama disappeared, by the onslaught of sword energy and the swirling dust.

“Kekekeke…”

From his lofty vantage point, the Golden Lion gazed down with a triumphant grin. “You are weak, far too weak!”

Suddenly…

In a display of sheer will, a colossal hand dispersed the obscuring shroud of smoke, revealing a figure untouched by the chaos.

“Hey! …”

Saitama stood, seemingly unfazed, his gaze fixed upon the Golden Lion with an empty yet piercing stare.

“What are you doing?!”

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