The Going Merry screeched to a halt above Cocoyasi Village, its enchanted runes glowing like a disco ball in the night. Below, the infamous Arlong Park loomed, a fortress of tyranny and terror.
Luffy stood at the helm, fists clenched, eyes blazing with a rare, unshakable determination. "Time to smash that shark!" he declared.
Before he could charge in, Raja zipped forward, wand spinning in his fingers. "Hold up, Captain Chaos—if you're gonna punch, at least do it in style!"
With a flick of his wand—poof!—a pair of sleek, nanotech-enhanced gloves materialized over Luffy's fists, crackling with energy.
Luffy didn't even glance at them. His focus was locked. With one devastating punch—BOOM!—the entrance gate exploded into splinters.
"Open sesame, fish-freaks!" Luffy bellowed, marching straight into enemy territory.
The Straw Hats—Zoro, Sanji, Usopp, and Raja—stormed in right behind him, battle-ready.
Inside, the fishmen pirates froze in shock. Luffy's sharp gaze swept the room. "Who's Arlong?"
A towering saw-nosed fishman stepped forward, his sharp teeth bared in a sneer. "That's me, punk."
Luffy's fist rocketed forward—WHAM!—and sent Arlong crashing through a wall, debris flying in all directions. "Found ya, shark-breath!"
Raja clapped, his cape billowing dramatically. "That's my captain! Time to split up and wreak some havoc!"
As chaos erupted, the crew quickly paired off against their opponents.
Sanji stepped forward, taking a slow drag from his cigarette as he faced Kuroobi. "Fish fry's on the menu, flipper."
Zoro rolled his shoulders, gripping Wado Ichimonji. "Six swords? I've diced tougher sushi." Hatchan bristled, his six arms tightening around his weapons.
Usopp, unfortunately, had the misfortune of catching Chew's attention. When he fumbled with his slingshot and accidentally splashed Chew with water, he yelped, "Oops! Uh… nice fins?"
Chew roared, cracking his knuckles. "You're dead, long-nose!"
Meanwhile, Raja found himself staring at a cluster of cannon fodder fishmen, his wand sparking with mischief. He grinned. "Alright, folks! The Wizard King's five-star smackdown is officially open for business!"
From the sidelines, the villagers of Cocoyasi raised their makeshift weapons, their faces filled with a mix of fear and determination.
Chew turned and sneered at them. "You pathetic rebels think you can fight back? I'll squash you like insects!"
But before he could make a move, Usopp bolted, waving his arms wildly. "Quick, follow the great Captain Usopp, you water-gargling disaster!"
Enraged, Chew charged after him, leaving the battlefield in even greater chaos.
And just like that, the battle for Arlong Park was in full swing.
Zoro vs. Hatchan:
The air crackled with tension inside Arlong Park as Zoro stood before Hatchan, the six-armed octopus fishman, who twirled his swords like a carnival act gone wrong. Zoro, gripping Wado Ichimonji in his mouth—his only remaining blade—scowled.
"Six swords? I've diced calamari with less."
Hatchan waggled his tentacles, smirking. "I'll shred you, one-sword wonder! My Six-Sword Style is unbeatable!"
From atop a broken pillar, Raja sipped on a conjured soda, his wand spinning idly. "Ooh, mosshead versus squid-arms! My money's on Zoro—slice that sushi!"
Zoro shot him a glare, his swords twitching. "Zip it, sparkles—I'm busy."
Raja grinned. "Busy bleeding? Chop faster, then!"
Hatchan lunged forward, all six swords flailing. "Takoashi Kiken!" — A whirlwind of slashes tore through the air, aiming straight for Zoro.
Zoro ducked, rolling beneath the onslaught. "Oni Giri!" — His single sword carved a clean arc, clipping Hatchan's arm and drawing ink.
"Tenderized already," Zoro grunted, dodging a tentacle swipe.
Hatchan spun, crossing his swords over his chest like a shield. "Takotsubo no Kamae!" — CLANG! Zoro's follow-up strike bounced off harmlessly.
"Shin Shun - Tako Age - Taikai!" Hatchan roared, swords parting—WHAM!—a headbutt sent Zoro stumbling, and before he could react, Hatchan flung him into the air.
Raja clapped, soda sloshing. "Airborne mosshead! Stick the landing, or it's squid chow time!"
Midair, Zoro twisted, eyes narrowing. "Rengoku Onigiri!" — WHOOSH! He dove straight back down, Wado slashing with fiery speed, nicking Hatchan's shoulder.
"Tougher cut than I thought."
Hatchan smirked, spinning all six swords in a dazzling display. "Rokutoryu Ogi: Rokuto no Waltz!" — A relentless barrage of blades spun toward Zoro.
Bracing himself, Zoro parried with his lone sword—CLANG! CLANG!—his muscles tensed as pain shot through his body, his Mihawk-inflicted wounds screaming in protest.
"Lousy timing," he gritted out.
Nearby, Raja casually zapped a stray fishman grunt sneaking up behind him. "One sword against six? Mosshead, you're nuts—want a magic blade?"
"Shove it, cape clown—I'll win my way!" Zoro snapped.
Hatchan suddenly spat a cloud of ink—SPLAT! "Shikai Zero: Takohachi Black!" — Blinded, Zoro staggered back as Hatchan lifted a massive boulder.
"Takohachi Black on the Rock!" — CRASH! The rock slammed down, but Zoro rolled away, ink dripping from his face.
"Cheap trick, squid!"
Up above, Hatchan latched onto the ceiling with his suction cups—THWIP! "Takohachi Number Nine!" — He dangled just out of reach, grinning.
"Catch me if you can, human!"
Zoro growled, then his eyes darted to Johnny and Yosaku nearby. Without hesitation, he snatched their swords from their stunned hands.
"Three-Sword Style's back."
A confident grin spread across his face as he charged forward. "Hyakuhachi Pound Ho!" — BOOM! A cannon-like slash rocked the entire park, sending Hatchan plummeting from the ceiling—THUD! Tentacles flailed wildly as he hit the ground.
Desperate, Hatchan locked all six arms around Zoro's blade. "Tako San Ren Shin Ken Shira Ha Dori!" — CLINK! He tightened his grip.
"Gotcha!"
Zoro smirked. "Think again."
With a sudden burst of power, he wrenched his sword free and unleashed a devastating flurry. "Rokudo no Tsuji!" — SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! Six rapid strikes ripped through Hatchan's defenses, severing two of his swords clean in half.
Blood seeped from Zoro's still-healing chest wound, but he didn't slow down.
"Kokujo O Tatsumaki!" — WHOOSH! A tornado of steel whirled around him, ripping through Hatchan's remaining blades—CRACK!—and sending the octopus fishman flying.
Still dazed, Hatchan made one last desperate swing. "Takoyaki Punch!" — BAM! BAM! A series of rapid punches barely grazed Zoro's shoulder.
Zoro had had enough. His swords gleamed.
"Santoryu Ogi: Sanzen Sekai!"
SHING!
A storm of slashes erupted from all three blades, slicing through Hatchan's final sword before launching him skyward—BOOM!—crashing into the dirt, completely unconscious.
Panting, Zoro wiped blood from his chest, smirking. "Squid's served."
Raja peeked over at the limp fishman, who groggily stumbled to his feet and bolted in the opposite direction.
"Squid's scooting—eh, let him swim. More fun for us!"
Zoro sheathed his swords with a sigh. "You're too soft, glitter-pants."
Raja twirled his wand with a dramatic flourish. "Soft? Please. I'm a steel-hearted showman, mosshead! Bet I'd dice him up even faster!"
Zoro snorted. "Dice? You'd trip over your own cape first."
Raja gasped, clutching his chest as if mortally wounded. "Trip?! This cape is a weapon of grace—you'd trip over your own ego, sword-chomper!"
Zoro smirked. "Keep dreaming, sparkles—I'd cut that cape to ribbons."
Raja cackled, flicking his wand—ZAP!—a tiny spark shot at Zoro.
Zoro dodged effortlessly, laughing. "Missed, wand-wiggler!"
Raja spun away theatrically, grinning. "Please, I never miss—I just make fights more fun!"
The chaos of Arlong Park raged on, but for Zoro, one thing was certain.
He was back in the fight.
Sanji vs. Kuroobi:
Near the pool's edge, Sanji squared off against Kuroobi, the beefy Fish-Man.
Sanji flicked his cigarette, smirking. "Time to fry you up, fish-stick!"
Kuroobi cracked his knuckles, scales shimmering. "I'll drown you, cook—Fish-Man Karate will turn you into chum!"
Perched on a broken wall, Raja twirled his wand, munching on conjured popcorn.
"Ooh! Leggy versus fish-brute! My berries are on twirly-toes—kick him 'til he's sushi!"
Sanji shot him a glare. "Zip it, cape clown—I'm the chef here!"
Raja grinned, tossing a kernel. "Chef? Prove it—batter this fish!"
Kuroobi charged, fist cocked back. "Hyakumaigawara Seiken!"
—BOOM!— A punch powerful enough to shatter a hundred tiles rocketed toward Sanji.
Sanji sidestepped, his leg snapping up. "Collier!"
—WHACK!— His heel slammed into Kuroobi's neck, making the Fish-Man stumble.
Sanji smirked. "Tender neck meat—check!"
Kuroobi snarled and slashed with his fin. "Wanto Giri!"
—SWISH!— The attack aimed for Sanji's nape, but Sanji ducked, spinning midair. "Épaule!"
—CRACK!— A downward kick crashed into Kuroobi's shoulder, forcing him to his knees.
Raja clapped, sending popcorn flying. "Nice shot, leggy! Grill those fins next!"
Sanji smirked. "Pipe down, sparkles—I'm seasoning him my way!"
With a roar, Kuroobi lunged into the pool, dragging Sanji under.
—SPLASH!—
"Time for a swim, human!" Kuroobi sneered, wrapping his ponytail around Sanji's waist.
—TWIST!— "Itomaki Kumite!" He locked Sanji tight.
Sanji flailed, grinning through gritted teeth. "Hair tricks? Lame!"
Kuroobi smirked, charging. "Kaisoku: Harakudashigeri!"
—WHAM!— A crushing side kick slammed into Sanji's gut, sending bubbles exploding.
Raja leaned over the edge, cackling. "Twirly-toes, you're a drowned rat! Want a magic floatie?"
Sanji glared up through the water. "Shove it, glitter-pants—I'm fine!"
Kuroobi spun—WHOOSH!— "Ka Ka Kakato Otoshi!"
His heel dropped like a flaming axe, grazing Sanji's shoulder.
Sanji twisted, his leg flashing. "Poitrine!"
—STAB!— A precise kick stabbed into Kuroobi's chest, making him gag.
"Chest meat's mine, fish-face!"
Kuroobi dived deeper, tightening his grip. "Appakushi Chokka Koro!"
—WHOOSH!— The water pressure crushed Sanji's ribs as they plummeted.
Sanji's vision blurred, but he smirked, blowing air into Kuroobi's gills.
—GURGLE!— The Fish-Man choked, releasing him.
Sanji rocketed up—SPLASH!—gasping on the surface.
"Suck on that, seaweed-brain!"
Raja clapped, conjuring a towel—poof! "Leggy's back! Wet, but spicy—finish him!"
Sanji climbed out, dripping. "Wet? I'm just marinating, cape freak!"
Kuroobi surfaced, snarling, and lunged. "Kachiage Haisoku!"
—THUD!— A kick aimed at Sanji's chin.
Sanji dodged, dropping into a handstand. "Côtelette!"
—WHAM!— His foot smashed Kuroobi's ribs, scales cracking.
Spinning—SWOOSH!—"Selle!"
—BAM!— A follow-up strike nailed Kuroobi's lower back, making him stagger.
Kuroobi roared, palm glowing. "Jodan Bakusho!"
—BOOM!— A powerful strike grazed Sanji's cheek, singing his hair.
Sanji spat blood, grinning. "Nice sparkler—my turn!"
ZIP! He dashed forward—"Gigot!"
—SWEEP!— A sweeping kick crashed into Kuroobi's knees, slamming him face-first into the dirt.
Kuroobi rolled up, fist glowing. "Senmaigawara Seiken!"
—CRASH!— A thousand-tile punch rocketed toward Sanji.
Sanji leapt, leg blurring. "Mouton Shot!"
—BAM! BAM! BAM!— A rapid-fire storm of kicks smashed into Kuroobi.
The final blow launched him through a wall—CRUNCH!—
Kuroobi lay, out cold in the rubble.
Raja leapt up, wand sparking. "And the cook KO's the carp! Leggy, you're a kicking maestro—ten outta ten!"
Sanji adjusted his tie, smirking. "Ten? That's a hundred, glitter-britches—stick to waving that twig!"
Raja gasped, clutching his chest. "Twig?! This is a wand of wonders, you leg-spinning ingrate! Next time, I'll zap you a victory jig!"
Sanji laughed, lighting a fresh cigarette. "Zap yourself a haircut, cape clown—you'd lose to a mirror!"
Raja twirled away, cackling. "Lose? I'd charm my reflection into clapping—unlike you, flirting with fish!"