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Funko Pop Animation One Piece Luffy (Busoshoku Haki Uppercut) - 1620

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One Piece 1100 "O preço da cura" #RESUMO

O capítulo começa com Kuma, Bonney, Vegapunk e Kizaru reunidos em uma sala no laboratório de Vegapunk. Vegapunk está explicando a Bonney que ele pode curá-la de sua doença, mas que o processo será longo e doloroso. Kuma pede a Vegapunk para curar Bonney o mais rápido possível, mas Vegapunk diz que é impossível. Ele explica que a doença de Bonney é muito complexa e que o processo de cura levará…

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HELLOOO I SAW UR FANFIC OF RAYLEIGH AND SHAKKY AND I WAS WONDERING IF U COULD DO ANOTHER ONE THANK YOUUU HAVE A GOOOD ONE AND OFC DONT IT IF A YA BUSY

THANK YOU HAVE A GOOD ONE

Tree Escapades (Rayleigh x gn!child!reader x Shakky )

A/N Here we go! I was heavily inspired by @novelbear and used quite a bit of their parent prompts to be able to do this one, of course instead of parents it’s our favorite grandparents : ), also check out my thinking sketch for this, I strive to have everything organized and proffesional

Reader is replaced by Dokusha here, which stands for reader in Japanese

Dividers by @/saradika

“Hahaha! Catch me if you can, Grandpa!” the small child screams joyously, running away from Rayleigh

Rayleigh couldn’t help but chuckle as the child ran away from him, his legs quickly moving as he ran behind the little kid.

“Oh, I don’t think I’ll have any problem doing that little rascal. You’ll get nowhere!”

They only receive a loud laugh in response as they dart away from view

“Dokucha!” he calls, falling after them

“You can’t run off like that, my love, you could get hurt,” he calls out, looking around for the child

"Dokusha, where are you? I know you’re around here; where are you?” he continues to scan the area, his eyes narrowed as he spoke, the expression on his face shifting from amusement to worry as he spots the child slowly climbing up one of the nearby trees

“Woah! Okay! Maybe let’s not do that!” he says, quickening his pace to stand below the tree

They stick their tongue out at him

“Grandpa can’t catch me now!”

Rayleigh couldn’t help but crack up at Dokusha’s attitude; the little child had clearly gotten the spunky personality of his captain.

He rolls his eyes as he activates and envelops his arm with busoshoku Haki and gives the tree a swift hit, causing the child to stumble on their climb

In a last-ditch effort to keep themselves on the tree, they take hold of one of the fruitful branches, only gaining to get a hold of a fruit before the branch caves in under their weight, and they fall straight into the awaiting hands of their grandfather

“Haha…oops?”

Rayleigh chortled as he cradled the child close to his chest, running his hands along their head and checking the child for any injuries

“Haha, you're in enough trouble, Dokusha. What were you thinking?” Rayleigh was trying to seem stern, but he couldn’t stop himself from smiling as he looked at them

They giggle in their grand-fathers arm, glancing at their own arm and the fruit they had pulled down with them and inching it towards their mouth

Rayleigh quickly snatched the hand and fruit from Dokusha's grasp

“Ah-Ah, don’t eat that; you don’t know if these fruits are safe to eat.”

“Boohoo

Rayleigh playfully pinches the child’s nose

“Don’t you boohoo me, little rascal!” they said, throwing the child over his shoulders

They squeal as he does, banging their tiny fists on his back, a string of laughs escaping them as they did

Rayleigh laughed as he felt them pounding on his back as he carried them around

“I’ll have you know, Dokusha.. you're a little troublemaker. But a cute one, though I don’t think Shakky will be very happy with you once she hears of this.”

“No! Don’t tell Grandma!” they whine

“Hmm… maybe, maybe not. If you’re good and promise not to do it, then I won’t tell her, but if you misbehave, I’ll be forced to tell her that my darling Dokusha is a little devil.” a he stops to ‘think’ putting the hand that was not holding the child over his shoulder on his chin pretending to think hard

“ On the other hand, I don’t see any reason not to. You did something stupid and potentially dangerous. Maybe some time-out will change that.”

“Nooo”

“Yep, I have made up my mind. Should have thought twice thinking you could outrun your dear grandpa,” he says, entering the bar, Shakky standing behind the counter, the usual cigarette in her hand

“Looks like you two were having fun.”

“We sure were! Aren’t they just the cutest thing, and they have something to tell you as well, don’t they?”

Rayleigh said, pulling them from his shoulders and placing them on his hip, ignoring how they shook their head

“Don’t tell grandma!”

Rayleigh gave the child a slight squeeze on the side before he sighed and rolled his eyes*

“We have had this conversation. You are not going to get off the hook so easily,” Rayleigh said, crossing his arms and looking at Shakky, who was smiling

“Looks like our little rascal has been having a little too much fun,” Shakky said, taking a drag of her cigarette

“And I would very much like to know what it is that my little grandbabe has been up to.”

“Dokusha was up to no good as usual; I caught them when they decided to climb a tree, and when I stopped her from eating a fruit, they started bawling like a baby, saying, ‘Nooo, don’t tell grandma!’ They’re quite the little rascal, aren’t they?”

“I didn't bawl like a baby!” they protest

“Hmm, really? Could of fooled me,” Rayleigh replied as he looked at the child.

“Dokusha…” begins Shakky

They wince as they hear the stern tone in their grandmother's voice

“Dokusha, we talked about you climbing trees. You can not keep climbing trees; you will hurt yourself,” Shakky says, her tone very stern as she frowns at the little child

“We have also talked about you running off on your own, especially playing your little games without telling us you are playing said games,” she scolds

“Sorry”

“And that is the last time I hear of you misbehaving; we have had this discussion far too many times for you to be still acting out,” she says firmly but with a slight twinge of a smile,

“Are we understood?”

“Yes, Grandma.”

“Oh, and no treats for you.”

“No!”

“Now go wash your hands; dinner is almost ready,” she said as she watched the child glower

Rayleigh chuckled as he put them down, and they stood their ground, pouting with their arms crossed

“Hm? Do I hear a week without treats?”Rayleigh said, cupping his ear

Shakky, catching on, nods her head

“I think I hear it too.”

Rayleigh laughs as the child quickly rushes over to the sink and wash their hands; Shakky can’t help but chuckle along

“I'm washing!”

“Well, aren't they well-behaved?”

Rayleigh nods, still laughing slightly

If only I could write my school essays as easy as I write these…

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Chaos and Her Children (I'm sorry, I didn't really plan a sketch ahead so I couldn't fit Yuna in the eldritch fam group shot lol)

Wanted to make a post about Yuna's biological family. They are all originally Pokemon OCs, but Yuna's vague resemblance to their mother compelled me to put them in the OP verse as well. This is just a placeholder, but I like to refer to the children as The Chaos Sibs :D Excluding Yuna, the siblings take inspiration from the Velvet Room attendants (from the Persona series), the Three Mothers (from Dario Argento's films), Chthonic gods, and certain fears from The Magnus Archives.

Eriza

The mother. While she usually appears to others as a very tall and exceptionally beautiful woman clad in robes and with a gentle voice, she is actually an ancient, primordial god-like entity in disguise. Her true name is unknown but in the human language, it means "The Singer of Unreality." She is largely absent from her children's lives but nevertheless continuously watches over them from afar. Although she finds amusement in mankind's suffering and discord, she ultimately does not want its complete destruction. Her resemblance to Nico Robin is purely coincidental (during the time I created her, I was not into OP and was unaware of Robin's post-timeskip look).

Moira

The eldest. The most serious one in the family. She is a bit of a misanthrope, preferring to stay away from human affairs. She comes off as a stern and cold person, this being considered ironic by her family since she carries "the fires of hell" within her; her main power is to emit and control heat, to the point where anything or anyone she touches, breathes on, or is in her vicinity can burn into ash instantly. She can negate the usage of Busoshoku Haki, and quite painfully, making the user feel as though it is burning and melting off of them. Her animal symbol is the dragon. Her design is largely inspired by Sumika Warakubami from Kakegurui (because as soon as I saw her I just went "omg she looks like a perfect mix of Eriza and [insert father's name])."

Kita

The 2nd child. The most chaotic one of the children and the most involved with the human world. She is often seen hanging out with the Red Hair Pirates - having a brother-sister-like bond with Shanks - though she will occasionally spend time with the Thriller Bark Pirates as well, considering Perona like a daughter. Her powers are associated with darkness, ghosts, and nightmares; she becomes most powerful during the new moon and the solar eclipse. She can also attack by manipulating her sleeves, which includes being able to sharpen them into blades. She can prevent the usage of Kenbunshoku Haki. Her animal symbol is the cat (including big cats, especially panthers). She is the first of the siblings to meet Yuna when she was a child (although Yuna does not remember this).

Carmen

Was the youngest until Yuna was born. Uses male, female, and gender-neutral pronouns. They are similar to Kita in seeking fun and pleasure in the human world, often reveling in their festivities. They are like a walking mix of a mirror funhouse, a haunted house, and a kaleidoscope. They have the ability to induce hallucinations, influence ecstasy and madness, and generate glass shards out of thin air (this being dependent on how much light there is present). The glass shards can be used simply as attacks, build shields, and construct false realities. They can prevent the usage of Haoshoku Haki, or more accurately reflect its effect back at the user. Their animal symbol is the fox.

[Below cut are picrew images that served as insps & refs for their outfits (except Eriza)]:

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

Well I guess the oneshot did the trick, because I finished a chapter.

Still not exactly doing great, but this helps a little.

And this overdramatic SOB just makes me swoon a completely normal amount.

don't stare at the nipple don't stare at the nipple don't stare at the oh dear gods honestly how dare he

Hearing Problems

LA!Mihawk x OC

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Chapter 3: Solidarity

Trigger Warnings: Mild Suicidal Ideation

Wordcount: 2.4k

Tags: Slow-burn, Enemies to Lovers, eventually NSFW, uh, if I think of more I'll add them or something

People Tags: @mihawksdemoness also thank you for asking to be tagged like I am in awe thank you so much???

After having her sloop sunk by the Buggy Pirates and losing most of her worldly possessions in the process, the normally solitary mercenary Karimi Lionne finds herself teaming up with the rag-tag little crew that is the Strawhat Pirates to defeat them. She bonds with them far more quickly than she bargained for, and that quickly turns into a problem for the Kiku Kiku no Mi devil fruit user when she learns of Nami's plans to leave them high and dry, and Zoro issues a challenge at Baratie that he very likely won't live long enough to regret.

The stars were beautiful tonight, if nothing else.

Karimi did her best to focus her mind in on that, despite how they seemed to swim and swirl a bit in her vision, how her thoughts swam and swirled in her head.

How the image of his eyes seemed to have burned straight into her eyelids, to the point that she didn't want to do so much as blink.

How his words had burned into her ears, and she could still hear the threat behind them echoing around in her skull, hear his voice as clearly as if she were listening in on his thoughts at that very moment. Tomorrow, tomorrow morning, after the duel.

A heartbeat or a bloodied corpse.

Her own heartbeat raced into an absolute frenzy.

Part of her screamed loudly, so loudly that she could just slip herself right over the edge of the dock, to just slip into the chill of the ocean and sink down and never come up again.

She pulled her feet out of the water immediately, sitting straight up and wrapping her arms around her bended knees, shuddering the slightest bit.

His words. Not only his words, but his anger rang clear as day through her while she stared out at the night sky, out toward the horizon, wishing she could very far closer to it than to where she was right now.

There was every chance that she had just lessened Zoro's chances of survival rather than improve them.

She lowered her forehead to her knees. As the saltwater dripped away and her skin dried, the chatter of every person within a fifty food radius slowly began to raise in volume in her head. Closing her eyes a bit tighter, pulling her legs in closer to her chest, she bit her lip and focused.

Focused every ounce of her energy to making it stop.

Her own thoughts were too much right now, much less everyone else's.

And slowly—so slowly, but oh, so welcome, the silence came again. An audible sigh trembled its way through her lips.

Busoshoku haki. It wasn't fool-proof, but it worked when she needed it to. For the ten years she had spent with her grandmother, the older woman had employed it constantly to suppress Karimi's devil fruit abilities, but Karimi herself wasn't as proficient. She had less than two years of training in the art, from her time traveling with the Red Hair Pirates six years ago, and she couldn't do much with it except dampen her own abilities.

If she focused it in just behind her ears, focused it down to a pair of small points of energy and connected them together through her skull, then she had the sweet, sweet silence she so craved, that she could manage on her own on a day to day basis.

"So what did he have to say?"

The sound of Nami's voice, nearly monotone but with an edge of accusation to it, startled Karimi so badly that she nearly did slip off the dock.

"God dammit—"

Dear gods why couldn't everyone just leave her alone?

"Hey—!" Karimi grew instantly tense when she felt Nami's hand on her shoulder, steadying her before she could topple over. "Shit. Was it that bad?"

The accusatory note in her voice dropped away almost in an instant, and Karimi could only scoff, shaking her head. Her eyes briefly cut toward Nami when the younger girl took a seat beside her on the docks, looking at her in a mix of alarm and caution. "It wasn't great, no," she said shortly. Karimi shook her head, staring down at the gentle waves that rocked against the floating dock. She sighed, pressing her palm into one of her eyes against the sharp pain of a headache forming behind them. "You ever just want to...say the hell with it all and toss yourself in the ocean and be done?"

"Ah...yeah...." She noticed Nami reach around her and subtly pull the wine bottle away from her side. "Maybe we should just get back to Merry and—"

"I know what you're planning."

Nami froze in an instant at that, her eyes glued to Karimi's for a moment when she turned her head and looked over.

"I don't know what you're—"

"Don't bother," said Karimi, waving a dismissive hand, her voice still slurred. "You're leaving. And I get it. I would too in your shoes. If I could...." She swallowed. Exhaled a slow sigh that puffed out her cheeks slightly, looking at Nami, at how her brows furrowed. "I lost...everything ten years ago. My village. My friends. My...family." She shook her head. "I'd trade anything to have that back. So I get it. You'd trade everything too. But, look."

Nami froze when Karimi turned, reached out and put her hands on her shoulders, leveling her gaze with with hers.

"That—scrawny little shit back there in his silly little hat," she went on, nodding back toward the Merry, "I guarantee, if you go, he's going to chase you down, and he's going to do everything in his power to help whether you want him to or not, because that's what he does. So you need to think carefully about how you're going to proceed with this."

Nami stared at her for several long seconds, her eyes wide as saucers, her mouth hanging slightly open in shock.

And then she shoved Karimi's hands off of her shoulders, shifting away several inches. "How—how the hell do you—no." She shook her head, reaching down to her bag at her side. "No, why—" Karimi's eyes shifted down as Nami pulled an old, yellowed wanted poster out of her bag. "Why are you lying to everyone? Two billion berries?"

Karimi's gaze became glued to the wanted poster, and when she reached out to grab it, Nami pulled it back, holding it over her head.

"You think you can just, what, dye your hair a little darker, and no one's going to notice?" she said, raising her eyebrows. "Maybe the guys won't, but I'm not an idiot."

Karimi barely even heard her, her eyes glued to the paper flapping in the light breeze over their heads. She had kept that poster for the better part of eight years, kept it tucked away with her belongings, tucked under her pillow wherever she slept. She lowered her gaze, leveling her eyes with Nami's as she spoke through her teeth.

"Give. It. Back."

Nami's resolve faltered a little for a moment—but just long enough of a moment. Karimi was able to lash out her hand and grab the poster, pulling it to her chest and sighing slowly, her eyes slipping shut.

"Th...that's...not you?" she said slowly, and Karimi shook her head.

"It's my grandmother." She carefully folded the poster without looking at it again, slipping it into her pocket. "And it's the only picture I have of her." She glanced at Nami, trying hard, incredibly hard not to be mad at the girl as her gaze softened. "She was murdered right in front of me ten years ago."

"I..." She swallowed. "I'm...so sorry, I..." She shook her head. "You look...you could be her *twin*, I thought—" Once more, Nami shook her head, looking Karimi up and down quickly. "How do you know about my village?" she asked finally.

"I know a little about a lot of things." Karimi set to tugging her socks back on. "I...have a devil fruit ability. I can hear thoughts. I keep it suppressed the majority of the time because it would frankly drive me insane if I didn't, but..." She glanced at Nami, frowning apologetically. "When we fought with Kuro, I had to release it. I can't control what I hear. And your thoughts were a lot louder than anyone else's."

Nami swallowed, blinking several times. "You...can hear thoughts," she repeated quietly. Karimi shrugged a shoulder and gave a quick nod, pulling one if her boots back on now. "Th...that's..."

"Something that would have made you all a lot less likely to have me along had you known it off the rip," Karimi finished for her, sighing. Maybe not Luffy—it was incredibly likely he would have been in awe. "And for the record, I'm not using it right now. Shanks was able to help me learn to control it to some extent."

Nami nodded, standing with Karimi as she finished tugging her other boot on. "You...said your village was destroyed." She cut her eyes at Nami, taking her bottle of wine back when the orange-haired girl offered it to her. "Was it pirates?"

"Marines." She took a swig from the bottle, slinging an arm around Nami's shoulders. "There's good eggs and bad eggs in every batch. I don't like Marines on the whole, but there are a few exceptions. You don't like pirates," she went on as they crossed dock, "but I think you've seen enough to know that there are a few exceptions."

Karimi offered her the bottle of wine with a wry smile, and Nami took it, taking a drink from it. "Yeah," she agreed, staring up at the Merry as they stopped in front of it. "I guess there are."

Nami had to help her back onto the ship—she had definitely gone way too heavy on the drink tonight, something she rarely did and was sure she would be embarrassed about in the morning, but right now she didn't care. Right now, falling back into an empty hammock and tucking her hands behind her neck, all Karimi cared to give her time and attention to was the sweet release of sleep.

Hopefully a dreamless sleep, devoid of the annoyances and terrors of the waking world.

Hopefully devoid of her harebrained promise to serve a surly pirate warlord if he would leave an acquaintance she had met literal days ago alive.

Devoid of the heartbroken look on Luffy's face when he realized Nami was leaving—when he realized she was leaving.

Empty, dreamless, not a single thought of the face on the wanted poster she carried with her everywhere, the face she had watched break into desperate tears ten years ago, beg to let her granddaughter live, just let her live, she would give anything, she didn't care if they killed her—

Karimi's eyes snapped open.

And then they shut in an instant against the persistent and painful rays of the morning sun pouring throughtthe rounded window across from her.

As she did every morning, she started to focus, to employ her haki and drown out the mindless chatter in her head...and then she stopped.

She stooped as she heard the desperation, the horror outside the ship.

And she scrambled to her feet, stumbling out of the cabin to lean against the railing around the deck if the ship.

Just in time to watch Mihawk draw his sword from his back.

To watch him pull it down in a clean slash.

Watch Zoro fall to his knees and onto his back.

She sank down onto her own knees, exhaling a slow sigh, eyes wide and hands gripping at the railing around the deck. There, then, was her answer. There, in the form of one if her newest friends bleeding out in front of Baratie, clinging to the edge of life, certain to slip away at any moment.

"I hope you've already packed your things."

And she froze.

Karimi lifted her head slowly, meeting his yellow eyes as he stood over her, his arms crossed. Her brow furrowed as she glanced out toward the deck of Baratie, watching as the others surrounded Zoro, trying to keep him awake. She looked back at Mihawk, gritting her teeth.

"He's almost dead, you—"

"Almost, yes." He leaned his elbow against the railing if the ship. "And if he can't survive that, then he wasn't worth my time to begin with."

Oh.

Oh, the complete bastard.

He had left Zoro clinging to the edge of life, and he still expected her to keep up her end of the deal.

And yet...she had set the terms herself.

"F...fine," she said, pulling herself to her feet. She cast a glance down toward the docks, her heart clenching in her chest at the sight of Luffy kneeling over his first mate. "Just...let me say goodbye."

"Are you that close with them?" he asked, and the amusement in his tone was enough to boil her blood. She cast a glare over her shoulder in his direction, and he simply shrugged a shoulder. "Fine. You have an hour." He took a step closer, seizing her by her chin, his eyes searching hers for any sign of defiance. "Gather your belongings..." He leaned in closer, his forehead barely touching hers, the wide brim of his hat shadowing both of their faces. "...and your wits, and we'll be off."

His amusement was clear to her in more than just his gaze or his tone—Karimi could hear it in his head, hear just how pleased he was with himself as he left the ship.

And she didn't want to hear it for another second.

Karimi quickly employed her haki, shoved her walls up as high they could go, and watched him head down the docks, lowering herself back down to her knees to watch him through the railing. Her heart pounding, her bottom lip trembling, she knew she had no choice.

She had made her her bed amd now she had no choice to lie in it.

She had told him she would be his...and now she was.

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TRIVIA 🍖🍺

Both Zoro and Luffy are the only ones in the Straw Hat Pirates who can use all three types of hakis:

Kenbunshoku Haki (aka Observation Haki)

Busoshoku Haki (aka Armament Haki)

Haoshoku Haki (aka Conqueror's Haki, Color of the Supreme King), which is a type of haki that the individual has to be born with to be able to use it, and is also known as very rare ability that only one in several million people are born with.

Zoro's animal resemblance is shark[6], and in the cover of chapter 3 (in which he was introduced) shows a picture of Luffy riding on the back of a shark.

However, Zoro is later represented also as a tiger in chapter 651 color spread, and in Color Walk 9 Tiger cover we see only Zoro and Luffy (and Chopper) with a giant tiger. In chapter 394 color spread we see Luffy standing on a tiger (with Chopper), and Luffy also rides a tiger hoverbike in chapter 872 color spread.

Luffy's animal resemblance is monkey[6], and in chapter 174 cover page Zoro is sharing a bath and drinking sake in a hot-spring with a pack of macaques (also known as the "snow monkeys").

[waniyarooo]

so it's confirmed in the new Cross Guild data book that Crocodile is a Haki user. it says he's awakened both busoshoku and kenbunshoku Haki. its the fact that it's revealed during the final saga makes it seem like Oda is planning smth with him... otherwise why would he suddenly reveal that Crocodile is a Haki user? i hope we get some screentime of his new abilities soon

[voidcenturyseashanties]

Artwork by Forevermedhok. Pre-timeskip Neela (left), post-timeskip Neela (right) This artwork was part of a commission. Please DO NOT STEAL.

VISAGE | PLAYLIST | PORTRAYAL NOTES

NAME: Sol Neela EPITHET: Dancing Spur Neela. Neela, the Dancing Spur. 踊る拍車 ( odoru hakusha ) AGE: 18 (pre-timeskip), 20 (post timeskip) BIRTHDATE: July 19th. BIRTHPLACE: Mirror Ball Island, East Blue. HEIGHT: 174 cm / 5'8.5 WEIGHT: 59kg / 130 lbs BODY TYPE: Slender, muscular. Neela has well-defined limbs and muscle tone as she is usually active. In particular, her shoulders, back, and core boast some of the most striking definition. Her breasts are somewhat full, though they tend to look fuller and sit higher due to the amount of muscle she maintains in her shoulders, pectorals, and lats. GENERAL APPEARANCE: Large, doe-like umber eyes that always sparkle with wonder or delight. A face-splitting grin usually adorns a petite, heart-shaped face. Full lips frame the almost permanent smile. A somewhat petite nose with a relatively low bridge with an alar base that is somewhat wide. Her septum is adorned with a stacked/2-tiered golden septum ring which nestles at the top of a short, concave philtrum. Coils of flaxen hair are usually braided and tied in protective styles. Her frame is lean and muscular; muscle accounts for the majority of her weight, though it has a healthy percentage of body fat to keep her insulated. A narrow, defined waist signifies a deep core that bears a great deal of strength. Broad shoulders are capped with visibly sculpted deltoid muscles. The combination of shoulder and chest muscle volume lifts the tissue on her breasts to make them appear fuller and sit higher on her rib cage. AFFILIATION: Straw-Hat Pirates (available for AU storylines) SKILLS: Dancing, body contortion, and combat.

Neela is a user of kenbunshoku haki—though before the time skip she is not entirely aware of what exactly it is named nor what it is called—and considered her fluid, evasive movements to be attributed to a divine blessing. Over time, she becomes cognizant of what it truly is (and that it is not as uncommon as she once perceived). Through practice, she is able to hone it further. After the time skip, Neela has progressed into utilizing busoshoku haki. Her ability progresses to a degree where she can emit it in short distances, serving as foreshocks or aftershocks to her strikes.

WEAPONS: Currently being reworked, stay tuned (updated as of 8/28/24)

BACKSTORY:

Neela was raised by her father, Nyota Njano, a discharged Navy soldier on Mirror Ball Island. Her mother, Sol Najma, was one of many daughters of a misandrist troupe of mercenaries. The Sol Clan lineage is believed to have originated in Alabasta, though they have long since emigrated from their home and settled on Mirror Ball Island. The love between Najma and Njano was forbidden by the matriarchs of the Sol family. They were incensed when their rendezvous resulted in the conception of a child. From Najma’s pleas, they spared his life under the condition that he never be near Najma nor any Sol family member again. The Sol family was deceived into thinking that Najma’s child had passed shortly after birth. Instead, Njano was given the baby girl as a parting gift from his beloved. Najma did not want her daughter to suffer the same fate. 

Fate, however, was cruel to them. At the age of six, Neela had been spotted with her father by a Sol matriarch. Njano, who worked security for Doskoi Panda, was later dispatched. Neela was collected by her mother, who provided the child the palatable alternative to her father’s passing. She was told he had been sick and that the reason she had not yet met her mother was that they were searching for herbs to cure his rare condition. Unfortunately, they were too late. This seemed to alleviate some of the otherwise happy-go-lucky girl’s grief. Despite the dismissal and degradation from the Sol matriarchs for her sunny disposition and naivete, Neela thrived on the quiet praises of her mother for her athletic and acrobatic feats. After all, she was a Sol: movement was in her blood. It was in her soul. 

Curiosity about the world around her eventually got the better of young Neela, however. At age 18 she was unable to contain this curiosity and decided to set out to sea. Boldly, she propositioned a pirate crew to take her to sea. This was met with both laughter and a threat. So . . . Neela sought to stow away by using her contortionist skills. This led her to Orange Town. Of course, the occupation of the Buggy Pirates only scared her further, and she ended up returning to the ship. Initially, the idea of a circus seemed interesting until she was able to fully process what was happening. 

Next stop? Baratie. After cautiously leaving the cargo hold for a stretch, Neela’s curious cruise about the restaurant led her to be unintentionally marooned on the floating restaurant. With no money and no place to go, she sought an audience with Owner Zeff. After an arduous back and forth, Zeff relented under the conditions that she not set foot in the kitchen and that she wear some covering on her feet. She would be allowed to bus tables and run food. Her time at Baratie was short, but memorable. The dancer had scoped out a gallion to slither into. She narrowly missed the arrival of the Straw Hats, and the subsequent siege of Don Krieg. 

Finally, Neela arrived at Loguetown. Neela’s stint in Loguetown ended with her being taken into naval custody by Captain Smoker after recognizing–and attempting to reach Sanji–during the chaos that unfolded. Believed to be in league with the Straw Hats, Neela was placed in the brig of a Naval ship that ends up at Alabasta. When the crew of the vessel departed, Neela was able to escape her handcuffs by using a ring blade (erroneously thought to be body jewelry since it had not expanded) on her ankle. After securing her bracelets, she slinked cautiously into the chaos of Nanohana. As fate would have it, the familiar face of Sanji was also there. 

Ultimately, this entanglement led to her recruitment. Her involvement in the battles over Alabasta’s fate were not substantial, but she was there regardless. 

Neela’s involvement with any specific arc is not necessarily specified as these things can be explored in separate threads and dynamics. She will likely not have a pivotal role in them, as she is a support character.

Following the events of Sabaody, Neela was sent hurtling back to Mirror Ball Island. The initial embrace from her mother soon soured, and Neela spent her two-year journey on the receiving end of incessant insults by the Sol clan. How foolish she was to abandon family . . . for a man, no less. How stupid she was to strengthen herself . . . to serve a man! She chose love over power! Yet still, the training continued: with unexpected onslaughts and strikes from various members of the skilled Sol clan, Neela lost almost every encounter at the beginning of her training. Neela protested adamantly that her desire to be strong was not to serve, but to protect. Her desire was not to be subservient but to love. Her desire to love and be loved was not foolish, and it was not weak. In fact, she cited that love could be the strongest armor and strongest force that one could ever wield. That armor and that force manifested as a newly awakened skill: busoshoku haki.

[swampstew]

𝔸𝕥 𝔽𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕊𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 - 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟠

Welcome to Raven's Reading Nook - a small corner of this blog dedicated to cozy story times. Take a seat next to the log fireplace as we begin this in-progress, spicy/smutty reader insert story starring YOU (AFAB Reader) and the Kid Pirates. Powerade and snacks are provided! You can find links to the mini-series on Wattpad and AO3 at the end of the post. Minors DNI you will be blocked - for mature audiences only.

Angst, hella violence and death, and finally your background is revealed! Enjoy my loves😘

Lightning and thunder crackled in the sky during the assault on the enemy vessel. It was a blur and Kid couldn’t remember the last time he had this much fun fighting in the rain on a bunch of weak morons that had no business sailing his waters.

Back in the good ole days when he had both arms, he and the crew would take their time to draw out the agony for their victims, make their prey experience every single second of their torment before they met their ends by him. It had become a bit stale after so many victories, aside from his…previous embarrassments…and frankly he had found the routine of raiding other ships to be a bit boring.

Not this time.

Kid didn’t take the lead in the assault either and he was perfectly fine with that – because he got to launch Y/N right on to the other ship. Where the men actually screamed when they recognized her as she landed on the slick deck and leapt into the first man, gutting him instantly.

It was a sight he’d never forget. A story he was already excited to retell the next time he got drunk and worked up over his crew’s accomplishments.

With a gleeful laugh, Kid jumped on to the ship to back her up. For every man’s knees or ankles she swiped at, Kid would follow up with a sickening punch in the face to knock them out. Pomp and Dive would bind the hostages while Gig and Haikei transported them to the Victoria Punk prison cells; their crewmates covered them as they worked, hacking down the sailors with extreme prejudice. The Kid Pirates rarely left survivors and today would not change their status quo.

Y/N disemboweled or clawed out the throats of her former crew that were nothing more to her than a distasteful memory of betrayal. Kid and Killer would follow up with a final kill shot to ensure their demise, and Kid could swear he heard Killer giggling out loud as he ran across the deck slashing everything and everyone to pieces. The redhead played with the ship’s Captain while Y/N fought against the last of her mutineers, clearly not needing any help with them. Her fury was radiating off her as she blocked their blows and advanced on them, ripping them to ribbons but not quite killing them yet.

Kid grinned, Y/N was playing too. Gods she was so hot for that.

It took him a moment to process that while the gauntlets he made were good quality, they weren’t so well crafted, or even responsibly armored having prioritized aesthetic over protection, that they should be holding up while parrying with multiple swords at the same time; and there wasn’t even a slice or nick on Y/N’s hands or wrists. Taking a closer look –

Yes, he could sense her energy, could see the hardening that covered her skin as she applied Busoshoku Haki to armor herself and her gauntlets as she lulled her mutineers into a fall sense of comfort in fighting. When one made a misstep, Y/N went in for the kill.

With grand, underhanded swipes, the claws of her gauntlets caught the man’s chest and the force ripped his shirt and breast bone open as he was flung backwards over the rail. The next parry with a sword ended with the steel blade shattering as she gripped it with one hand and slammed her fist through the flat of the blade.

The rain didn’t let up as Y/N and the last man standing walked in a circle, sizing each other up. Kid observed the deck and saw that everyone that wasn’t his crew was pretty much dead. He returned his attention to her, interested to see what she would surprise him with next.

“WHERE IS IT?!” Y/N screamed, Y/H/C plastered to her scalp and cheeks. The blood of those she attacked became translucent as it was rinsed off her skin and clothes. Almost like nature itself was washing away her involvement, absolving her of any crimes – karma or some shit.

The man didn’t answer her, instead nervously eyeing the Kid Pirates, “Listen, there’s treasure below deck. Take it, and you’ll never hear from me again. Take it – all of it, just give me my life.”

“ANSWER HER!” Kid roared.

The doomed man faced Y/N, his sword shaking defensively in both hands, “It wasn’t s’possed to be like this Captain! All you had to do was tell us—"

Kid relieved the man of his weapon as Y/N lunged at him. Her claws raked over his face, slicing through bone and muscle. The gargled screaming barely audible over the pouring rain.

“NOD YOUR HEAD YES OR NO – IS IT HERE?!”

Lightning lit the sky to illuminate the rabid head nodding.

“Heat, Wire go—”

“NO!” Y/N eyes burned brightly as the flash of light petered out, “I’ll go. To make sure he’s not lying.” Striding into the ship without waiting on anyone’s approval, Y/N vanished and with her departure the rain almost seemed to slow down.

“Boss, it’s right over us and about to get real bad! We need to tie shit down and get back inside the Punk before it wipes us out!” Wire slammed his trident on the ground to draw the Captain’s attention.

Nodding, “Right! Heat, lead the crew back and get shit done. Wire and Killer, double check the ship for any stragglers or treasures. Take whatever Y/N’s not interest in.” Kid turned his attention to the man marked by claws, “Y’can’t really say your prayers so try thinkin’ em in your head. If she doesn’t kill you first, the sea will. Both have appeal, I could go for either one,” he taunted him.

Tears and rain drops spilled in abundance over the man’s ruined face, creating a pretty red waterfall as it spilled over the frayed edges of what was once a chin. More lightning arced in the sky and Kid lifted his face to watch it branch out, following the lower streaks that crashed straight into the sea about a mile away.

“What do you think the chances are that you’ll get hit by lightning?” Kid crowed.

“Boss, everything’s secured, we gonna hunker down and ride it out?”

Kid walked towards the ruined boarding plank, “Yeah, we’ll switch to automatic swimming to catch the current until it blows over. Light this piece of shit up will ya?”

“Is everyone out?”

“They’ll make it, get to work! I want this in pieces at the bottom of this deep blue sea!”

Heat and Jaguar began tossing loose explosives from the gun deck over to the ship, with the blue haired man following to a measurable distance before preparing to shoot out fire. Kid held his hand up to pause the assault, and Heat deflated.

Hate when he does that, it takes a second to work it up, Heat internalized his annoyance.

His deep set black eyes became brightly illuminated as more lightning ignited the sky, seemingly lighting up every inch of the supercell cloud system that hovered over them. Kid’s eyes were glued to the sky as the wind picked up and every loose piece of garbage on the ship he was occupying quickly whipped up a storm around him.

Times up. 

His ears managed to pick up the sound of thundering footsteps, he felt the vibrations from the floor through his boots, and he was all too eager to get the hell off the ship himself. He twisted his body to dodge remains and other shit when he saw a crackling flare catch his eye from a piece of flying metal. From his peripheral he saw Y/N’s body as she came crashing down on the half-faced mutineer.

There was a crackling energy in the air, more pronounced than the electrically charged air. Or maybe it was one in the same, Kid couldn’t quite tell. All he could really make out was that there was a shit load of lightning, some bright in color and some…not so bright, as it flashed over the deck. Followed by a river of red as the man’s body dropped, nearly clean in half.

Y/N’s crouched body stood off to the side of the fresh corpse, in her gauntlet braced hands she held a massive claymore great sword. One she hadn’t been in possession of before.

Kid didn’t have time to question it. Killer and Wire came barreling out of the ship behind Y/N holding chests and sacks of bulky items, more lightning came crashing to the sea off starboard far too close for their comfort.

“LET’S GO!” Kid roared at them, staring at Y/N as she shook the massive blade to clear it of blood before sheathing it behind her back. Not making eye contact with him at all as she followed them, crossing the metal walkway Kid constructed for their passage.

Firmly grabbing her hand, Kid ushered her into the ship with the crew. When the explosions on the doomed vessel went off and rocked the Punk with enough force to make them all lose their balance, Kid yanked on Y/N’s hand to pull her into his chest, keeping her steady on her feet as his back slammed into the wall.

The Kid Pirates were separated into groups: a squad in the gun deck to make sure no cannonballs got loose; a squad in the crows nest to report the weather patterns or other oddities on the water; the rest in the hull where the feel of the rocky waves was the most pronounced.

The crew in the hull were further divided into five groups: four in each corner of the round bottom shaped ship, and one in the back by the rudder. Y/N sat in the back with Kid and Killer.

“We added bone-webbed, steel flipper shaped paddles around the bottom of the ship where the crew are sitting. Kid takes control of the ship in bad weather like this to glide us through the rough waters. If anything happens to incapacitate him, we’re able to take over with those metal oars you see there,” Killer pointed to the benches and indeed there were metal sticks out in front of the crew that were already moving on their own without their assistance.

“We keep in contact with the crows nest through baby transponder snails to see where the winds are shifting or any rising waves. Back here is the rudder, which Kid gave a flat, paddle-like tail we unchain for this sort of thing. Helps us maintain a semblance of control when the weather turns,” Killer proudly held out a tiny snail with sparkling sapphire blue eyes, and a blue and white striped shell.

“That’s really quite clever,” Y/N mused.

Kid ignored her as he focused on paddling his ship like it was a remote-controlled toy through the chaotic churning. Sitting with his hands gripping the arm rests of the impressive seat obviously meant for the Captain.

“Men and their dinosaurs,” she continued with a grin, “It’s cute you made your ship into a proper Spinosaurus.”

With red flushing his face, Kid chose to keep his eyes screwed shut in concentration instead of engaging with her bullshit.

“It’s a crocodile!” Bubblegum argued from the front of the hull.

“It’s a shark head!” Quincy retorted.

Reck stood up with a furious face, “Are you all dumb? It’s a T-Rex!”

“I’m surrounded by idiots,” Kid griped.

“Let’s all be quiet now!” Killer yelled out over the crew, silencing them effectively.

Over the course of two and a half hours, the ship violently rocked from side to side, and pitched forward and backwards at a nauseating pace, but not once did it tip over or suffer damage through the storm. There were several times when the crew complained of feeling sick, only to suddenly feel better when Kid muttered immediate death threats on anyone who vomited on his ship.

Y/N was impressed with Kid’s concentration and professional handling of the ordeal. She knew she surely did not have the willpower or patience like he did to sit in the back, focusing however much energy and power it takes to control a ship this large in weather as terrible and unpredictable as it is in the New World. To his credit, he did look awfully tired when Wire reported that the storm had passed and they could resume normal sailing or drop anchor until tomorrow.

Kid chose dropping the anchor and taking a shower.

Y/N was further shocked when he did not suggest or make any attempts to drag her into the shower with him. Simply asked her if she was good, and then he strut off to his cabin with a nod when she confirmed she was good.

Letting the crew get first dibs in the communal washroom, Y/N sat on her rented bed holding a worn leather scabbard in her hands. Trembling, she slowly unsheathed the large sword, choking back tears as she held and admired it for the first time in three years.

Her sword.

Allowing her emotions to run free, she used her sopping clothes to wipe the marbled blade clean of blood and matter. Wiping it dry, she inspected the foreign steel for any damage and when she found none, began her routine of polishing and waxing the blade.

After taking a quick shower, Y/N was invited to join the crew for a late night celebration over the demise of the enemy ship and the treasures they stole. Getting ready with the girls in their cabin, they left together in giggles and good spirits. Afflicted with separation anxiety, Y/N kept her weapon strapped to her back, sitting snugly against her white, ruffled blouse and tight fitting pants. She knew she was getting odd looks but she chose to ignore them as she drank the beer and food Killer set out for everyone to enjoy.

It seemed like no one was going to bother her about it and that made her more willing to engage in their drinking games and conversations. For the first time in years, Y/N felt…relaxed. Comfortable even.

But like all good things, it came to an end after an hour.

“C’mere Y/N, join us. You’ve been giving everyone else attention but me!” Kid pouted.

The lopsided grin on her face slowly morphed into an unsure, firm line as she left her conversation with Reck and Hop to join Kid at the table with his commanders. They of course had the grandest table on the deck, stacked with platters of food, cards and berri from their gambling games, and a ton of liquor on hand.

Opening a bottle for her, Kid handed it over following it up with a suggestive pat on his lap.

“I’ll stand, thanks,” Y/N took a baby sip from the bottle, tasting the foreign flavor before committing to it.

“No, you won’t. Sit,” Kid reached out to grab her wrist when he noticed she was stiff as steel. “If it’ll be more comfortable for ya, take off your sword. No one here wants your shit.”

“I don’t want to,” she started, “Its…hard.”

Killer, Heat, Wire, and Kid all leaned in close to her, the three men as best they could from their seats at the table, before practically shouting at her, “We. Don’t. Fucking. Want. It!”

Just like that her inhibitions washed away with help from the sweet tasting rum and comfort she found within the crew; she slid the scabbard over her head and placed it flat on their table. With a triumphant cheer, the men battered their hands on the table in cheerful excitement. Kid brought Y/N to his lap where he held her close as they started a new round of card games. Games that were hard to play with the giant, redhaired beast constantly peeping at her hand.

Time seemed to stop as the deck came alive with their party. The dark, star filled sky was the only witness to their fun as it raged on. Laughter, choking, liquid sloshing, screeching, and cheering echoed in the air as the crew and their guest let loose in true camaraderie.

When the initial buzz of the celebration waned into a more quiet, drunken atmosphere, talks became more personal. With more personal information shared came vulnerability. Y/N watched with fascination as she observed the notoriously feared crew talk with each other about their dreams, their fears, their secrets even. Not ever having that type of closeness with her own crew, nor her mercenary squad. A yearning deep in heart, an envy even, bloomed in her chest.

She almost didn’t register Kid’s attempts to gain her attention.

“Hey, Y/N,” he tugged on her arm gently. When she looked at him, he quickly weighed his options before finally going for it, “Can I—May I see your sword?”

She blinked owlishly at him, then at her sword, then back at him. Not able to answer him at first as she weighed her own options in her mind. Trying to win some type of battle in her own head as her brows furrowed and her hand twitched in the direction of her scabbard.

Finally, with a deep sigh she nodded in approval.

Standing up and letting her take his seat, Kid walked to the side of the table and slowly removed the blade from its cover. His jaw dropped as he examined the gorgeous sword, and Y/N could see from her peripherals that the unique blade had caught everyone’s attention.

How could it not?

Unlike any other weapon, her great sword had thick veins of blue and black marbled into the metal. It was concentrated on the pointed edge of the blade with the black lines curling up the sides of the hilt and handle. An ore pocket of blue sat in the center drawing down the length of the sword. Just above the base of the ore deposit sat a polished blue gem.

Turning it in his hands over and over, his expression did not change as he admired the craftmanship that went into making the blade. Trying to pick at his brain on why it felt and looked…familiar.

After a few more minutes, Kid slowly lifted his gaze from the sword to her eyes, “W-wait a minute. Is this…Polychrome Titanium?!?! I thought it could only be found on Y/C/N Island! And this craftsmanship, it…is this—is this an Ultra Supreme Grade Blade?! There’s supposed to be only five of these in the whole world, a class of their own! They were said to be lost during the buster call that happened on that island. All their resources and artillery, gone forever!”

“I’m surprised you know about Calamity and the Supreme Swords of Y/C/N Island. Everyone thinks they’re a myth. A ghost story,” Y/N said quietly.

“CALAMITY?” Kid and Killer yelled out loud in complete shock.

“They said it only had one wielder, the fiercest warrior and general of Y/C/N Island’s military force!” Killer babbled excitedly. “She was so formidable that she was the first foreign army to strike a military alliance with the Giants of Elbaf! It was never confirmed but there were rumors that the giants wanted to wage war against the World Government and after some failed marriage alliance, I think to the Big Mom Pirates, they sought her out to help them.”

His broad soldiers tensed, even his luscious blonde hair seemed to stiffen despite the cool, salty breeze that swept over the deck. “I-I remember reading the news that before the alliance could even meet, the Y/C/N army was attacked by the World Government at sea with the threat of a buster call on their home island. Those fucking Marine dogs, they…they blew them all to hell knowing they were shooting fish in a barrel. Any attempt to fight back would end with Y/C/N Island being destroyed. And then the World Government did it anyways…a year later.”

Kid spat on the ground in disgust, “Fucking cowards! Too weak to be a real threat so they resort to cheap tactics to assure their own spoiled victory!”

His beautiful amber eyes radiated with fury, the veins in his neck pulsing from his hot, surging blood. Then just as quickly as it had come, the look was gone. Replaced now with confusion.

“Y/N…how did you end up with a legendary military warrior’s sword that’s supposed to be wiped from history? You-you said that what you were looking for…this…that it was forged by your father? Did he know General Y/L/N?” Kid pointed the sword at his mysterious guest in a non-threatening manner as he spoke.

Y/N had been leaning back almost nonchalantly in her seat drinking her bottle of liquor, observing the two Supernovas as they talked and obsessed over her claymore sword. When Kid directed his question at her, she swirled her drink in the dark glass bottle. Laying all her metaphorical cards on the table—

“You’re right about everything you said Killer. The New Genesis hadn’t even cleared the horizon when the Marines showed up. A hundred ships, maybe more. They sieged our island to force our fleet to return, and then the Marines created a blockade to surround New Genesis from docking or escaping. We heard the entire exchange over the Den Den Mushis the Admiral placed on the pier for us. I’ll never forget that man. Kizaru. It was scummy, the way they dangled that fucking bomb over us while forcing my mother into submission. I was at the pier with my father when they killed her.”

Y/N paused to tilt her head back and finish the bottle in several gulps as the crew swallowed the impact of her words. Jaws slowly dropping open as it clicked in their heads. Steady droplets of liquor ran down Y/N’s chin and neck like rivulets as she drained the bottle, staining her blouse but too drunk to care.

“Every day for four months I sat on the shoreline watching that damned spot. Hoping, wishing that I had dreamt it all up, that she had somehow escaped and would come back. She obviously never did but…” Y/N’s knuckles turned white around the empty bottle.

“One day, her sword washed up right in front of me. I couldn’t believe it. When I brought it back to our town, it sparked hope. And hope turned to rebellion. See after the attack, the Marines forced our island into an alliance with the World Government – and for the heavenly tribute, they wanted our precious metal made into the finest weapons for them. For the next several months under the pretense of making them unmatched armory, our metalsmiths were creating false weapons that would break under one stone of pressure. The real polychrome titanium was mined and smelted down into blocks. Blocks that were then made into a massive statue of a horse, in tribute to Freya, my mother’s animal companion that she always took into battle. A week before the World Government could collect their tribute, we shipped it out and sank it all. The statue, all the weapons, and the Ultra Supreme Grade Blades, dropped to the bottom of the ocean in scattered locations.”

Y/N held out her hand for the jeweled blade. The silence and tension was thick before Kid turned it over in his hand one last time, finally returning it. As soon as the hilt was in her hand, she expertly flipped it in her wrist to slide it cleanly in its sheath. Her steely gaze held Kid’s eyes as she spoke.

“All of them except Calamity. My father forged this sword as a bride gift to my mother, back when she was still a young cadet trying to climb her way through the ranks. To be the best of the best. He entrusted it to me when he helped smuggle me off the island just before the buster call went off. It’s my family’s legacy, and it will never leave my side again.”

Standing, she put the bottle down on the table and cracked her neck, “It’s been fun but I think I’m gonna turn in.”

“Y/N,” Kid called out, unreadable scowl on his face. Processing this new information, analyzing and cross referencing it with the knowledge he secretly gathered on her. “If all of what you say is true…than that means you come from the South. Just like us.”

Smirking, she walked away, “I’m from the Calm Belt.”

“Yeah, the Calm Belt in the South Blue Ocean. That practically makes us neighbors.”

“If you say so. Good night.”

Killer waited a few minutes after she left before breaking the stunned silence on deck, “Did you know that her mother once clashed with Gold Roger?”

“Yer fucking with me.”

“Not this time! It’s true. I remember reading that his crew landed on her island and they got into it before the Marines – who were also on the island trying to convince Y/N’s kingdom to join the World Government – got involved. A day later, Roger fought ALONGSIDE her mother against the Marines and sank three battleships between themselves.”

“Shiiiiit. We got a fuckin’ legacy baby here with us?”

“Seems like it. She’s got moves, she’s got grit. Pulls a neat party trick or two but have you noticed anything…special?”

Kid was surprised Killer didn’t know, “You didn’t notice she’s using advanced armament haki?”

“OH! Yeah that makes sense. I just thought you used tungsten for her gauntlets.”

“Tch. No, been out for a while now. Used the last of it to enhance my tools. I used pure steel for her, then gave it a nice paint job.”

Killer whistled, “That was all her huh? Notice anything else?”

Kid thought back to the events on the ship. What he thought he saw in the reflection of flying debris.

“Maybe…”

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[luckycheesefoodie321]

Ooh this is fun. The Katakuri fight demonstrating that someone can replicate Luffy’s moves, but have more technical power and mastery.

Katakuri definitely has a more powerful busoshoku Haki and absolutely more powerful and precise kenbunshoku Haki given his ability to see briefly into the future (which I appreciate as a world building element that Haki isn’t the height of power, but anyone who is deemed powerful should have some level of Haki) and idk if he’ll turn out to have awakened his devil fruit or not but he seems to have greater mastery of his base devil fruit powers…

Additionally the matter of Haoshoku has yet to be put on the table.

But what I find most interesting is where Katakuri goes “trying to compete?” To Luffy where they’re zipping through the air. First of all, great to have those weaker fighters commentating showing us that to an untrained eye, Luffy and Katakuri are merely streaks in the air, moving so fast you can’t see them.

But Luffy is rising to the challenge that Katakuri presents. Katakuri kinda turns it around and then mocks Luffy by mimicking his moves albeit with more ease and generally more power behind them.

But Luffy, still only at gear 2 and slowly leading into 3, can keep up with him, even if he has yet to overpower him. I’m assuming Gear 4 Snakeman is introduced in this arc? So that may aid in what I know is Katakuri’s eventual defeat.

But I like how this fight deviates from the previous ones. Katakuri is arguably the closest in skill type to Luffy (rubber vs mochi) and that plays really well for Luffy’s development as a fighter and how he continuously needs to adapt and ultimately enhance his current power.

[new-california-veteran]

So...has Franky unlocked busoshoku haki or what? Unless Luffy was specifically only referring to Sanji and Bonny when he said "You're using haki!" Maybe the translation I read was wrong, but that would be awesome.

[prala]

HAKI

1. Observational Haki (Kenbunshoku Haki):

• Observation Haki allows the user to sense the presence, strength, and emotions of others, even if they are far away or hidden. With mastery, a user can also predict an opponent’s moves shortly before they happen, giving them an edge in battle.

• Use: It is primarily a defensive or supplementary Haki, useful for evasion and gathering information about enemies or surroundings. When used at an advanced level, users like Katakuri can even see slightly into the future.

2. Armament Haki (Busoshoku Haki):

• Armament Haki enables the user to create an invisible armor around themselves or their weapons, making them stronger and more durable. It can also be used to bypass Devil Fruit abilities that make someone intangible, like Logia users, by striking their actual body.

• Use: This Haki is mainly used in combat to enhance physical attacks, making strikes more powerful, or for defense. Advanced users can release a stronger force from their body, repelling attacks without direct contact.

3. Conqueror’s Haki (Haoshoku Haki):

• Conqueror’s Haki is a rare form of Haki that allows the user to exert their willpower over others, overwhelming the weak-minded and causing them to lose consciousness. It is a sign of a natural-born leader with the potential to conquer or rule.

• Use: Unlike the other two types, Conqueror’s Haki cannot be trained to manifest in someone who doesn’t naturally have it. Those who possess it can influence large groups, and advanced users can use it to apply damage or pressure to objects and opponents directly.

[izumi-r]

Luffy Gear 5

Kaido: Además esta usando el Haoshoku y el Busoshoku Haki a la vez... nunca antes había visto tal libertad en una forma de combate

[fujoshimoley]

vividly imagining kirby trying to fight sentomaru but every time kirby gets close sentomaru just uses an advanced busoshoku haki palm strike and flicks him away again. the entire time he does not even attempt to use his axe or dodge.

[yamat0]

i think gege missed a mark by not implementing cursed tools as needing to be dominated by sorcerers before you can use them. im at 47 in my reread and maki is wielding a special grade cursed tool and i think he couldve done something like zoro's sword enma in wano.

"Enma has the distinct trait of releasing its wielder's Busoshoku Haki, otherwise known as "Ryuo" in Wano, in excessive amounts, cutting more than intended. As such, it has become infamous as a sword impossible to wield and master, so much so that no one aside from Kozuki Oden could tame Enma, whereas the Nine Red Scabbards' Leader, Kin'emon feared it. After testing it out, Zoro cut off a cliffside, despite intending to cut down a tree, because Enma forced hardening, while emaciating his right arm. However, his mastery of Busoshoku Haki allowed him to retake his Haki, something Sukiyaki commended him for, noting normal swordsmen would've been drained of all their Haki, rendering them a husk."

if gege had implemented something like that ^ i feel that really wouldve hammered in how strong maki is from the beginning if shes able to wield special grade cursed tools with no problem

[midnightactual]

Verse: JOLLY ROGER (One Piece)

Name: Yoruichi Allegiance: None (supposedly Bandit, formerly Marine) Rank: Vice Admiral (former) Devil Fruit: San San no Mi (さんさんの実, Dazzle Dazzle Fruit) Haki: Kenbunshoku (Observation), Busoshoku (Armament), Haoshoku (Conqueror's) Other: Rokushiki (all forms) Nicknames: Shunshin ("Goddess of Flash"), Bandit Queen

Rumored to be a Celestial Dragon. Entered the Marines at a very young age. Spent time in service with Cipher Pol, unit(s) unknown. Rose in rank at a meteoric rate after transferring back to regular forces. Known to have studied under Monkey D. Garp during that time. Shortlisted for promotion to Admiral, only to desert under mysterious circumstances. Retired to the interior of one of the Red Line's navigable peninsulas and kept a low profile. Hostile interactions with Bandits led them to fear her and started the myth of her as the "Bandit Queen".

Her Devil Fruit is a Paramecia type which allows her to manipulate and modify light in any and all manner of ways, from bending it around herself (or her surroundings) to create a perfect cloaking field, to absorbing it and storing it up, to reemitting it in various ways, to focusing and cohering it to produce lasers. The stronger the light level of the environment, the more destructively she can employ her abilities; under direct sunlight, her powers are utterly devastating. She can effortlessly redirect the beams of both Admiral Kizaru and the Pacifistas.

She is extremely proficient at all three types of Haki, although she preferences Haoshoku for both offense and stealth. She is also exceptionally skilled at all forms of Rokushiki, to include Rokuogan.

Yoruichi is familiar with the scientific properties of light, optics, and space from having studied some of Dr. Vegapunk's academic research, both at Marine facilities and at his original lab on Karakuri Island (having visited it long before Franky did). Along the way she picked up some additional knowledge and minor technical abilities; she is broadly scientifically literate and has some basic fabrication skills, but is neither a scientist nor an engineer. Her 'greatest creations' are her helmet she uses to protect herself during flight, and her specially-shaped slip-on boots and gloves that can function as lightcraft reflectors.

Her standard attire is the core of her old Marine uniform only without the coat: black boots, black slacks, a short-sleeved red dress shirt, black tie, and red MMA-style gloves. On arrival in a new location after flying, she can be seen with a red cat-eared motorcycle-style helmet, and wearing a long poncho which is typically black and insulated. These will usually be stashed away somewhere for retrieval later. If fighting, she may or may not remove the boots to reveal black dress shoes, and may remove her gloves, depending on whether she thinks she may need to retreat or not.