The sudden intervention of Lady Amakiri's clan and the Ryuryuu Legion shattered the balance of the battlefield. Even the most hardened commanders of the Allied Shinobi Forces, men like the Iron Fist Elder himself, felt their faces turn grim.
Lady Amakiri, massive and thunderous, charged straight toward the wounded Iron Fist, determination blazing in her monstrous eyes. She meant to drag the legendary shinobi back to Cake Island as both a trophy and breeding stock—a twisted prize for her clan's pride.
The allied forces under the White Fang Banner, seeing the Iron Fist struck down by one of the Four Great Daimyo, erupted in wild cheers. Yet their joy curdled instantly as the Amakiri clan's warriors and the Ryuryuu fighters cut through friend and foe alike.
Only then did the Ice Witch, Lady Harume, realize the bitter truth—these so-called "allies" were no partners at all. She barked orders to her sub-commanders to evade the Amakiri and Ryuryuu attackers, cutting through the chaos toward the main warship, the Moby Whale, to save their beloved master and the remaining division captains.
A flash of crimson light tore through the rain. Within it, the swordsman Shiryuu of the Mist cleaved down one of the allied ship captains before turning his enormous blade toward Bogart, the Iron Fist's right hand. Their clash shook the sea itself—a deadly dance of blades so intense that no one dared come within a hundred meters.
Meanwhile, Enel, the self-proclaimed Thunder God, saw his chance at glory stolen when Lady Amakiri struck first. Scowling, he descended instead upon Vice Admiral Gion, the "Peach Rabbit."
But before he could reach her, another figure interposed himself—Chajin Kajitsu, the "Tea Boar," hopelessly loyal and pathetically infatuated with her. Without hesitation, he unleashed his full power to hold off Enel's rampage.
Kajitsu's mastery of observation was exceptional—he could glimpse seconds into the future—and his fusion of chakra flow and hardened armament made him a rare opponent who could stand toe to toe with Enel's lightning.
While those two collided, Peach Rabbit found herself besieged by the Biscuit Knight, Cracka, whose endless conjured soldiers surged over the decks. Beside him, Snag the Blade Ogre—a rival within the Sweet Commanders—lunged in as well, both hungry for a higher bounty than Enel's.
Around them, Baron Eggman and Pekoms, veterans worth billions, clashed with vice admirals of the navy, each blow shaking the decks. The children of the Amakiri clan showed the cruel, refined strength their lineage was known for.
On another front, the escaped convicts from the Abyssal Prison—figures like the Mad King and the Barrel Demon—wreaked havoc among the fortress troops. Exhausted from their brutal engagements with the Beast Legion and the White Fang Fleet, the fortress defenders were driven into bloody disarray.
Among the White Fang's affiliates, captains fought desperately, withdrawing under fire. By the time they finally broke free from the naval blockade and the twin assaults of the Amakiri and Ryuryuu clans, nearly half their number had fallen—over twenty captains lost. The survivors reeled in horror.
The once-mighty allied fleet was now little more than a graveyard of burning masts.
The forty affiliated fleets of the White Fang were far from equal—many captains barely boasted a bounty worth notice. Even the great Squardo, known as the "Whirlpool Spider," a veteran reborn under the White Fang Banner, held a meager price compared to the monsters surrounding him.
After the fall of the White Fang, the pretender Edward Weeble alone had annihilated sixteen such captains.
Now the Ice Witch Harume led her most trusted lieutenants—Lightning Marquis Makugai, Cavalier Doma, the Decalban Brothers, and the giant warrior Oars Jr.—through the firestorm toward the Moby Whale.
Onboard, the division commanders were dying one after another. The 13th Captain, Buffalo Atmos, and the 11th, Kingudo, were already slain and frozen. The 14th, Speedo Kiel, had just been cut down by the skeletal swordsman, Lord Nasuro—one of the Five Elder Sages.
Their fury meant nothing against such monsters.
The 1st Division Commander, Marco the Phoenix, was desperately healing Fire Fist Ace, his flames dim. The 3rd and 5th Captains, Diamond Jozu and Flowerblade Vista, struggled to block the monstrous bird form of Mars Sage, his talons raking through their chakra defenses.
The 4th, Thatch, had already been murdered by the traitor Blackbeard. Out of sixteen captains, only eleven remained, and three of those had just fallen to the bone-horse swordsman, Nasuro.
The collapse was inevitable.
Years of peace under the White Fang's shadow had dulled their edge. In another timeline, even a crippled Sakazuki, the Red Dog, had single-handedly beaten the same commanders bloody. Now, a fully powered Sage like Nasuro carved through them like a reaper at harvest.
The Ice Witch Harume, watching her comrades bleed, could no longer stay back. Her brothers Jozu and Vista fought desperately against the monstrous bird, while the remaining captains barely held their formation against the skeletal swordsman.
The Moby Whale, the ship that had ruled the seas for decades, was now cracked and groaning beneath the fury of battle. Even the ocean seemed to cry beneath it.
A scream cut through the thunder. Harume's eyes widened—Fossa, the reckless Fifteenth Division Captain, had charged the Elder Sage with a flaming blade. In a single strike, his sword was split in two, his chest torn open, ribs shattered. The gash ran deep enough to show the white of bone before the Sage froze him solid mid-breath.
The scream died in his throat, replaced by a statue of ice and terror.
"Fossa!"
The surviving captains roared in rage and grief, their courage flickering under the relentless slaughter. Even the civilians watching through broadcast mirrors trembled. The Five Elder Sages were merciless, their killing elegant and horrific.
"Little Oars! Go help Jozu and Vista with that beast! Makugai, Doma, Decalban—come with me! We'll take that bone-horse bastard together!" Harume shouted, her voice cracking through the chaos.
She gripped her curved western blade, coating it in armament chakra. "Branmark! Namuel! Izou! Get up! You fight with me, or you die on your knees!"
They roared back as one, rushing behind her. Lightning Marquis Makugai and the others charged with fearless defiance, slashing toward the monstrous skeletal warrior that had butchered their brothers.
The battlefield thundered as storm and steel clashed, the sea itself drowning beneath the weight of gods and men.