Silk and Chopper sprinted the beach.
Vast island—mates scattered, clueless. No time hunt 'em; post-start, just duo reliance.
They scanned wild, eyes darting for chests.
Island-wide: pirate clashes everywhere.
Hunters vs. brawlers—chaos all ways.
Beast-form Chopper eyed the carnage, gut twisted.
Bodies dropped brutal—pirate life hit hard.
Silk clocked his flinch, called out mid-stride:
"Chopper, you good? Stay sharp."
"Y-Yeah."
No fear in her—seasoned vibe.
That's the gap.
Chopper's face set, muttered:
"Pirates... wild."
"Yup. All in, lives on line. Us too—push."
"Right. I'll grind."
Sand dragged; he powered through, snorting heavy, pace up. Silk grinned, matched.
Moments later: duo blockade—two goons squared up.
Halt—Silk clocked 'em.
Targets clear. Left: Axe-Hand Morgan. Right: El Draigo. East Blue rerun foes.
"Her crew, huh."
"No boss? Fine—start with adds."
"Chopper—foes. Fight time."
"Got it! I'll tank for Silk!"
No chit-chat—whoever blocks = enemy. Dodge or get steamrolled.
Beast stance: low, coiled.
Silk drew blade, loose-ready.
Tall pair: solid visual.
Morgan: melee beast. El Draigo: Devil Fruit range/melee hybrid. Nasty combo.
Locked eyes—pure focus.
No sideshows. Just these threats.
El Draigo first.
Maw gaped—light swirled, Goe Goe power charge.
Chopper gawked; Silk's yell snapped him:
Roar-cannon blasted—flash-beam scorched sand straight, duo dodged split.
Raw force screamed lethal. One graze = done.
Evasive clean.
Chopper charged; Silk blade-up support.
Instant roles: Chopper front, Silk back. No hesitation—synced breath.
Chopper bolted straight.
Duo braced—Goe Goe reload?
Silk slashed windstorm, sand-whip:
"Kamaizuchi!"
Tailored: shield Chopper, propel—sand veil cloaked.
Morgan/El Draigo bug-eyed.
Dust blinded; El Draigo clamped jaw, pissed—ability canned.
Sand-shrouded: Chopper closed.
"Tch, annoying...!"
"Take this!"
"Guh?!"
Beast-leap to human-form mid-air: Chopper uppercut El Draigo's jaw.
Sudden, upward crunch—size even-ish.
Shock buckled him backward—thud. Sand settled; duo exposed.
Morgan instant: axe-arm high on Chopper's blind back.
Cleaver could cripple. Silk saw—out of her angle, but reachable.
Exposed flank: her blade flashed.
"Ryoran: Reppu!"
Gale roared sand anew—visible slash-threat bore Morgan.
Roar undeniable.
He froze, whirled—sand-blast gale.
Next: airbourne, deep gashes spraying blood mid-fall.
El Draigo rose as Morgan cratered.
Unforeseen—rattled 'em.
"Damn brats! Fun's over—"
"Guah?!"
"Huh?"
Boom—Morgan cratered out cold, center dent.
All stunned—not their hit.
Eyes: lone dude by Morgan.
180cm+: lean muscle, youngish. Black crop, piercing glare—oppressive aura.
Massive hammer shouldered—mismatch size, that felled Morgan.
Silk's shock peaked.
Saw him last night—no brawl expected.
"'Grand Slam' Eugene?! No way—here?!"
"Who're you? Butt out!"
Rage-Blind El Draigo roared—Goe Goe blast.
Morgan down? Whatever—no bond. Interruption pissed him.
Flash-beam lanced.
"GOAAH!!"
Eugene cold-stared: two-hand hammer whirl.
Oversized maul ate the roar—swung hard, shattered it raw.
Arm-strength vs. Fruit: destroyed.
El Draigo jaw-drop; Silk/Chopper gaped.
Hammer spun fluent—next: full arc.
Instant tag: El Draigo launched—soared beach-to-forest, gone.
Duo stared slack—frozen.
League apart.
2.2 billion berry pirate.
Ace-tier? Maybe under—but untouchable for them.
Chopper edged back instinctive.
Absolute power glare—brain freeze, body cowered.
"Wha—?!"
"Insane strength... rumors real."
"That yours?"
"Huh?"
Eugene's abrupt Q—Silk blanked.
One-arm hammer shoulder; finger jabbed ground: half-buried chest—her gale unearthed?
Clicked—throat tight, choked.
"You found? Yours. But steal's rule... no hard feels."
Hammer twirl one-hand—wind howled, pressure crushed.
Terror vibe; Chopper shrank—Silk two-hand gripped blade.
"Chopper! Fight!"
"Eh? Silk...?"
"Fleeing stalls growth—go all out! Together!"
"R-Right!"
Hammer halted spin—firm grip, leaned in glare.
"Got it. No holding back."
"Ooooh! I'm monster—strong!"
"Stronger monsters? Sea's full. Don't judge by looks."
Human-form arms-wide, sky-roar hype—Eugene iced back curt.
Words truth—no fear of Chopper's shift.
Quick end: step forward.
Music... somewhere.
Trio froze mid-clash.
Sound hunt: forest-beach edge—dude emerged.
Music—layered, no instrument. Body morphed: instrument symphony.
Joyful waves, multi-melody stroll.
Battle-will derailed—stuck till arrival.
Head: cymbals. Arms: flutes. Teeth: keys. Chest: drum.
Halted: Scratchmen Apoo, chipper—mouth opened, music flowed, eyes neutral on trio.
"Yo ebi bari~! Treasure Battle fun? Appappa~!"
"You... 'Sea Roar.'"
"No sidekick, 'Grand Slam.' Dig my 'Fighting Music'!"
"Devil Fruit...?"
"Scra~tch!!"
Apoo chest-slapped: bass boom.
"'Boom Blast.'"
Mutter—Eugene exploded.
No cue—just sound = inferno wrap. Heat/agony hit; stagger—hammer dropped.
Apoo vaulted high, spin-fall atop:
"Apapapapa!"
Drop-kick face—forcing slam. Skull-crack ground: lights out.
Silk/Chopper horrified.
Beast Eugene—seconds down. Clean, baffling—words failed.
Apoo posed triumphant on sprawl—arms high, land-perfect grin.
Duo blanked.
"Too bad. Monster bigger than you."
"2 bil Eugene... instant..."
"Guy's... nuts."
Awe overrode danger—gawked.
Apoo stepped off, faced 'em—duo tensed; no tune.
"Saw ya yesterday. Straw Hats, right?"
"Yeah, but..."
"Chill. Eyein' your vice-cap. No beef."
Apoo glanced forest—crew emerged.
"Oratchi's got ours. That's yours."
"Captain! Solo again?!"
"Why help?"
"Why? Obvious."
Crew-ward stroll, Apoo grinned:
"More fun that way. Party's for laughs, yeah?"
"You always over-fun! Think of us!"
Scolded light—bounced casual. Duo stunned.
Sudden in, sudden out. Foe? Ally? Blur.
One thing: no him = wounded.
Silk snapped—dug chest frantic.
Chopper blinked confusion—stared vague.
"Chopper—no daze time. More foes inbound."
"M-More? Right. Got it = not over."
"Now guard it. Move!"
"Y-Yeah."
Lucky? Clear sight scared off mobs.
Silk clutched chest, bolted.
Human Chopper trailed—pre-depart: foe-glance.
One-shot Morgan/El Draigo 2 bil: Eugene.
Seconds Apoo'd Eugene.
World vast.
"Monsters beyond"? Real—this scene proved.
Chopper chilled, dread heavy—forest-bound.
Bamboo grove shift.
Nami/Sanji chest-less, antsy—strained eyes, desperate run.
"Nami-swa~n! Tired? Piggyback offer~!"
"Idiot—find it fast! DQ looming!"
"Aye!"
Poor-vis bamboo—leaf-mat crunch.
Round runtime: chests 300—any left? Vanished prior mobs amped paranoia. No find = bust.
Path here: skirmishes galore—chestless foes.
Time sink—Nami steamed.
Make cutoff?
Knew Vivi's dread—Eternal Pose must. Scaredy her? Steeled for crew.
But hunt bust despite grit.
Run-fatigue + panic = ragged breaths, still scan.
Tall stalks dimmed—worse vis than open.
Sweep: no obvious—sigh.
"Haa... where? I missin' it..."
"Delays nabbed shiners. Leftovers? Tough hides."
"Still some?"
"All-found ends it—no signal = yes."
"Right... hurry."
Nami's slack crumbling—Sanji clocked.
Not stamina—head. Fear-fueled waste.
Soft smile mid-run:
"Easy, Nami-san. Won't cheap 'find it'—but crew's got us. Ladies aside, pains—but clutch when counts."
"I know, but..."
"No solo-carry. Vivi too. We do us. Plenty."
"Yeah..."
"Worst? Boot their asses. Solid team play."
"Fuu... true."
No halt—mind flip: Nami grinned.
"Thanks, Sanji-kun. Head clear."
"Nah, small."
"Not quittin'—nail it, round two."
"Haa~ Nami-sa~n!"
Hype surged—pace kicked.
Minutes: Nami gasped—spotted.
Front: bamboo twig—chest dangled.
Easy perch—trap doubt, but grab it.
Grins; closed in.
High-up.
Sanji pre-jump—Nami blocked, assembled gear.
"Finally. Clears us."
"Hold—my go."
"Eh? Nami-san?"
"Usopp's weird kit—this works."
Usopp's gift: Clima-Tact weather stick.
Three blue shorts—combo forms. Skirmish manual-test: few tricks.
Per Usopp: roles distinct—swirl/shake = Heat Ball, Cool Ball, Thunder Ball bubbles.
Nami's climate smarts? Weapon.
One scrap: grasped quick.
Edge: mix bubbles, hack pressure/temp/humidity—weather control.
Others? Party toy.
Her? Killer tool.
Quick: cross two, third grip—bat-swing.
Tip-cross boomerang'd—straight chest.
Those two: heat/cool bubbles.
Spin-mix: air clash—touched chest: gale-explode.
Tested prior—branch snap, chest drop.
Sanji whooped; Nami's grin deepened—solid.
"Ooh! Nami-san ace!"
"Yes—viable."
Boomerangs inbound; chest fell.
Then—
Bamboo-grab aerial: hulking snag mid-drop.
"Ukki~! Gotcha~!"
"Ah?!"
"Hey! My loot!"
Swift Masira: left-arm tuck, beam—pure joy, duo-blind.
Sanji snapped.
Nami's grind trashed? Rage peak.
"You bastard—blind to Nami-san's shine?!"
"Uki? Steal's rule."
"Monkey shit! Cough it!"
"Monkey?! Hey—you call me 'monkey-born' too? Ukkikiki!"
Drop mid: Sanji leg-blast high.
Air gap closed fast.
"Filthy monkey!"
"Ease praise! Fan ask? Still no—we'd bust."
No land—mid-air clash.
Sanji drop-kick torque.
Masira arm-windmill punch—head-on.
"Veau Fricandeau Shoot!"
"Monkey Smack!"
Impact cratered—shockwave mutual.
No tank: faces twisted—blasted apart.
"Uo?!"
"Uki~?!"
"Lie—Sanji even?! What monkey...!"
Sanji tumbled Nami-side, rolled—knee-plant recover.
Masira chest-clutch: bamboo snap trail—vanished.
Bad angle—poof. Not far—Sanji cursed, chase-rise.
Nami synced—bolted too.
"Sorry Nami-san—my L..."
"No blame. Still time. Reclaim pre-end—"
Launch—sky firework boomed.
Stunned sync—halted, eyes sky-wide, grasping meaning.
Please no—fact stayed.
Hattari's speaker-scream island-shook:
"Match OVER!! Last chest snagged! Round one DONE!!"
"Wha?!"
"No way?! Now?!"
Merciless—despair gut-punch.
Nami/Sanji statue-stunned—unreal, but over. No rewind.
Denial locked 'em—frozen.
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