"Stop flashing around and fight like a man!" Sentomaru shouted, frustration boiling in his voice.
Zino responded with a grin as he zipped away once more in a crackle of lightning, evading another wide sweep of the massive axe.
"Then catch up to me if you are a true man," he called back teasingly, his tone light—but his focus razor sharp.
Though Zino appeared to be taunting, his mind was working at full speed. Every flicker of lightning and dodge wasn't just evasion—it was observation. He wasn't simply playing around. He was studying Sentomaru.
"I need to understand his application of Haki," Zino thought, narrowing his eyes as he dipped beneath a sudden palm thrust. "It's not just hardening. He's extending the force beyond the strike itself… like Rokuougan, but powered by Haki."
Sentomaru advanced with surprising speed for his size, launching a flurry of palm thrusts. Each blow carried pressure, pulsing shockwaves in the air. It was clear he was trying to overwhelm Zino's defenses by sheer force.
Zino crossed his arms, both coated in hard, sleek black Armament Haki, and blocked two of the attacks. The moment of contact sent a dull shock through his body, the invisible force pressing through his defense.
Boom!
A deep pressure exploded in his chest. Zino gritted his teeth as he was blown back several meters. But he'd already seen it coming. He twisted midair, softened his landing with a jolt of lightning behind him, and slid to a stop across the roots of the mangrove.
"Tch. Almost got you," Sentomaru growled, tightening his grip on the axe.
Zino stood up and lifted his head. "Again."
He flashed forward once more, his body a streak of light. Another fierce exchange began—blows traded, dodged, redirected. Once again, Zino focused on feeling it. The rhythm. The pulse. The space between touch and impact. The subtle ripple of will. Then it clicked.
That's it!
Zino's eyes lit up as realization struck him. He finally 'see' it, the aura extending beyond Sentomaru's palms, like a ripple over the surface of water. It was subtle, but it was there. A grin formed on his face.
"Thanks for the lesson, Captain," Zino said, smiling at the big guy.
Sentomaru paused, confused by the sudden change in Zino's demeanor.
Zino shifted his stance, pulling his arm back, not to punch directly, but to push. He didn't coat his hand with Haki for defense—he compressed it, willed it forward beyond the skin, concentrating his will into the space just ahead of his palm. The sensation was similar to Rokuougan... but with a new edge.
Sentomaru felt it. That shift in pressure.
With a growl, he charged again.
"Ashigara Dokkoi!"
Zino stepped in, matching him—one open palm raised, identical stance.
Their palms clashed.
BOOM!
The impact of their two Haki forces meeting was palpable, sending a small tremor across the Grove. Sentomaru's eyes widened in shock. Zino hadn't just blocked the attack; he had neutralized the emission force and countered with his own. Zino was not sent flying backward, but stood firm.
"You... you learned the Emission?" Sentomaru stared in disbelief.
Zino didn't answer with words. He flashed at lightning speed, and channeled his newly awakened Emission Haki into a full-powered Rokuougan, blending the internal destruction technique with the outward projection of Haki he'd just mastered.
"Rokuougan: Tempest Burst!"
The Haki-enhanced internal shockwave slammed into Sentomaru's massive chest. Sentomaru's "greatest defense" shattered under the combined force of the advanced Haki application and the ultimate Rokushiki technique. The Marine Captain choked, his eyes rolling back as he was launched backward.
Before he could hit the ground, a flash of light appeared next to him mid-air. With a calm yet focused expression, Zino extended his arm and clenched his fist.
"Rokuougan: Thunderclap!"
BOOOOM!!
A deafening burst of force and lightning erupted at point-blank range. The strike was a devastating fusion of Rokuougan, Haki emission, and concentrated lightning force, all slammed together into Sentomaru's chest. The Marine was hurled like a meteor, smashing through two towering Yarukiman Mangrove trees, each trunk splintering apart like paper.
He crashed to the earth with a thunderous impact, carving a crater into the ground. Dust and debris scattered as silence fell once more.
Sentomaru lay still, unconscious, a broken figure on the cracked soil.
Zino descended gently, landing nearby. He slowly lowered his hand, steam and sparks still trailing from his fingers. The pressure in the air slowly faded, replaced by a quiet calm after the intense burst of violence.
He looked at his open palms, the tingling sensation of newly mastered power a clear indication of his growth.
"Now I have more tools the next time I face Aokiji," Zino murmured, a faint smile forming.
He turned and offered a small bow toward the unconscious Marine captain. "Thanks once again."
His attention shifted to the battlefield around him. Alvida was still engaged with PX-3, though it wasn't going well. Blood dripped from her right arm, and her breathing was uneven. She danced through the air using Soru and Geppo, narrowly evading each destructive laser beam. Her smooth-smooth powers allowed her to glide with agility, but her mace, no matter how hard she swung it, couldn't leave a dent on the pacifista's hardened frame.
On the opposite end of the battlefield, Kruz stood with calm composure. PX-4 was nowhere in sight.
Zino flashed next to him. "What happened to that Pacifista?"
Kruz shrugged slightly. "I trapped it inside a void pocket. It's still alive in there, probably still moving. But I don't have any idea how to defeat it."
Zino nodded with approval. "Smart move. Just keeping it away is good enough. Those thing is very valuable as a weapon. Try doing the same to that one," he added, pointing toward PX-3 still locked in battle with Alvida.
Kruz hesitated. "Actually... I'm already at my limit," he admitted, wiping sweat from his brow. "Maintaining two void pockets is stretching me thin."
"Two?" Zino raised an eyebrow.
"I used one for the pacifista, and another to store Silent Orca," Kruz explained.
Zino blinked, then gave a short laugh. "Oh. Never mind, then. You've done more than enough."
Without further delay, he turned toward PX-3 and vanished in a flash.
Zino appeared right next to the pacifista, his hand already crackling with energy. With a swift movement, he pressed his palm on PX-3's head.
"Lightning Overload."
A violent surge of electricity exploded from his hand, pouring millions of volts directly into PX-3's core systems. The pacifista lit up like a lightning rod, its entire frame glowing with arcs of blinding light. Sparks burst from its joints, and its red mechanical eyes flickered.
For a moment, it remained standing.
Then it jerked once—and collapsed with a heavy crash, smoke pouring from its back and shoulders. The advanced weapon of the World Government was now short-circuited and disabled.
Zino sighed.
Without delay, he reached out his hand and activated the System Storage. A faint glow appeared around the collapsed PX-3 as the interface scanned the body.
To his satisfaction, the system accepted it.
[Cyborg is just a programmed robot. Strictly, it cannot be considered as 'alive'. So, you can store them after disabling.]
Zino gave a slight nod at the System's remark, his expression calm. With the pacifista safely tucked away, he turned his attention toward Alvida, who was still nursing her injured arm.
"Your hand is bleeding. Let me heal you," he offered, walking toward her.
"I was just careless earlier," Alvida replied with a small scowl, glancing down at her wounded right arm.
She wasn't wrong. At the beginning of her clash with PX-3, she had underestimated its weaponry. She had assumed, like most physical attacks, the pacifista's laser beams would simply slide off her smooth-smooth skin. But the laser wasn't just a physical strike—it was a concentrated blast of searing energy. Her assumption had cost her a clean hit.
Zino changed his elemental channel, shifting to the medicine element. His hand glowed with a soft, gentle light as he began to mend her wound.
Just then, the rest of the Orca Pirates arrived. Usopp's group and Sanji's team came rushing in, slowing down as they took in the scene.
The battlefield was quiet now, littered with unconscious marines and burned-out patches of ground. The warships in the distance were heavily damaged or half-submerged, thanks to Zino's earlier lightning strikes. Gin had just delivered the final blow to the last standing marine near the coast, ending the fight.
The tension melted from their faces when they saw that everything was under control.
"What happened to Zoro?" Moris asked, scanning the area and noticing the swordsman lying on the ground. Baral was watching over him.
"He lost a fight against a Haki user," Kruz replied casually, glancing toward Zoro's still figure.
"He lost again?" Sanji asked, frowning at the sight of the unconscious Zoro.
Zoro, despite being unconscious, twitched slightly at the remark—almost as if he heard it and wanted to protest.
"That wasn't just a simple Haki user," Zino said while continuing to heal Alvida. "And if I'm being honest, Sanji, you'd probably lose too if you fought that guy head-on."
Sanji turned silent, and did not argue. Deep down, he knew Zino was right. A desire to awaken Haki kept getting stronger in his heart.
Meanwhile, Kaya had rushed to Zoro's side and started treating his injuries. Chloris came over to Alvida, gently nudging Zino aside.
"I'll take over from here," Chloris said softly.
Zino nodded and stepped back.
Within a few minutes, both Zoro and Alvida were fully treated. Alvida flexed her right hand, testing its movement. She gave a firm nod—her strength was back. Zoro slowly sat up, a serious look on his face.
"I'm almost there…" he muttered under his breath.
He could feel it—he was brushing the edge of something. The presence of Haki. He had sensed it in the fight against Sentomaru, and now it hovered just out of reach.
"Maybe if I fought him again… I might awaken it," he thought aloud, clenching his fists.
"Alright, it's time to leave," Zino said, raising his voice enough for everyone to hear.
"Where to?" Nami asked, walking closer with a look of concern. "The next island should be in the New World, right?"
Robin nodded, arms crossed. "Yes, but first we need to pass the Red Line. There are only two routes—the marine-controlled passage, or underwater through Fishman Island."
"Going through the marine pass won't be easy. It's guarded tightly by the World Government," Galdino pointed out.
"And the Fishman route's not possible for us right now," Alvida added, arms crossed. "The ship needs to be specially coated to withstand the deep sea pressure."
Zino stood silent for a moment, eyes narrowing in thought.
"We're not going to the New World… not yet."
Everyone turned to him, surprised.
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Zino looked up, eyes serious. "We're going to Impel Down."
"What?!"
Everyone was visibly taken aback.
"My brother, Ace, is imprisoned there," Zino said. "So we're going to rescue him."
"That Impel Down… are we really going there?" Stev asked, already starting to panic.
"I don't think we should go," Usopp added. "What if we get captured and locked up in that place?"
"We're not going in blindly," Zino replied. "We'll come up with a plan on the way. Don't worry—we won't get caught."
"Well, you're the captain," Gin said with a nod. "If that's your decision, then we'll follow it."
The others smiled in agreement.
"Let's go save your brother," Robin said. Somehow, she felt a deep urge to help Zino. Maybe because, in a way, she could now return the favor—just as Zino and the others had fought so hard to save her in the past.
"Alright then. Onward to Impel Down," Zino declared.
Kruz released the Silent Orca back into the sea.
"Ah, finally. I see the light again," Silent Orca said, exhaling a sigh of relief.
Before they set sail, Zino swept all the remaining marine warships into his storage. If any marines were still on board, he made sure to toss them off first. In just a few minutes, the area was clear.
With that done, Zino and the crew boarded the Silent Orca and set off toward Impel Down.