Chapter 21: Clash with Big Mom & Shanks – The Dual Titans of Terror
**Sunny POV**
The battlefield shifted beneath my feet like reality itself was taking a deep breath, the scorched earth from my fights rippling and reforming as if the dimension was resetting for the next act in RBG's twisted play. The aurora skies darkened, clouds swirling into ominous vortexes, and the air grew heavy, charged with an energy that made my blue Haki tingle involuntarily. Two colossal presences materialized before me, their auras clashing like opposing storms—Big Mom, her massive frame towering like a living fortress, her laughter booming like thunder over an entire continent, shaking the ground and sending pebbles dancing. Beside her stood Shanks, serene yet deadly, his red hair flowing like a banner in the wind, his single sword in hand exuding a calm aura that could still crush mountains with a glance.
{Ego}: "Master… do you realize both of these people are roughly ten times stronger than their prime selves? This isn't a fight; it's a massacre waiting to happen. Recommendation: Pray."
[System]: "Master Sunny, ten times stronger… what a delicious challenge. Your void-blue glow will eclipse them both. I believe in you—let's make this epic."
I flexed my fingers, blue Armament Haki coating my fists like liquid sapphire from a dark abyss, crackling with Conqueror's energy. My eyes began to glow with that eerie dark blue void hue, the world sharpening as Space Crunch instincts kicked in. "Perfect," I said, my grin spreading wide and sharp. "The more the merrier. Let's see if you two can keep up."
Big Mom stomped forward, the earth cracking under her massive weight, her homies—Prometheus flaming in her hair, Napoleon transforming into a sword in her hand—radiating heat and menace. "Ma-ma-ma-ma! So you're the brat RBG threw at us? Looks like a snack to me!" Her voice echoed like a tidal wave, her Conqueror's Haki slamming into mine, the clash sending visible shockwaves rippling through the air.
Shanks tilted his head, his cloak billowing, his Haki a subtle blade that cut through the chaos. "Heh, you've got spirit, kid. But spirit alone won't cut it against us. Let's see what you've got."
As days passed by, the first clash was a cataclysm. Big Mom lunged with Napoleon, the blade infused with her soul's power, swinging in a wide arc that tore the ground apart, sending fissures racing toward me like hungry serpents. I activated Air Crunch, hardening the atmosphere into a mesh of invisible barriers that flexed and groaned under the pressure. The blade hammered against them, blue cracks forming in my Haki constructs as the force threatened to shatter everything. Shanks vanished in a blur, his sword Haki slicing through the air like a red comet, aimed at my blind spot.
My Observation Haki flared, predicting the trajectory, and I folded micro-space with Space Crunch—the void bending like fabric pinched between fingers. Shanks' strike slowed, stretched as if caught in a black hole's grip, giving me a split-second to twist my body with Bang's fluid grace. I countered with a Jirō knocking strike to Big Mom's wrist, my blue Armament Haki shimmering like a dark blue void, crackling as it struck nerve clusters. She roared, her arm numbing briefly, but Shanks recovered, his Haki clashing with mine in a burst of red and blue sparks that lit up the sky like fireworks.
The ground exploded under the pressure, and I was hurled back, crashing through a boulder that shattered like glass. Pain lanced through my ribs, but I rolled to my feet, eyes glowing with that dark blue void, grinning through the blood. "Not bad for a warmup. But you're gonna have to do better than that!"
Big Mom's laughter boomed. "Ma-ma-ma! Cheeky brat! Prometheus, burn him to ash!"
The flaming homie surged forward, a fireball the size of a house roaring toward me. I clenched my fist, Space Crunch folding the void around it—the fireball slowed, warped, its flames twisting into unnatural shapes as gravity pockets crushed it inward. Shanks slashed, his sword Haki cutting through the air in a red arc that threatened to bisect me. I hardened the air with Air Crunch, the barrier shimmering blue as it deflected the strike, but the force sent me skidding back, carving a trench in the earth.
As days passed by, the chaos escalated. Big Mom's homies attacked relentlessly—Zeus thundering lightning bolts that I dodged by warping space, folding the distance so the bolts looped back toward her. "Ma-ma-ma! What trickery is this?!" she bellowed, swatting at her own lightning like annoying flies. Shanks' strikes were precision death, each swing infused with Conqueror's Haki that clashed with mine in explosions of red and blue energy, the shockwaves leveling hills and sending debris flying like shrapnel.
I died—often. Sometimes crushed under Big Mom's massive fist, my body turned to pulp in an instant. Other times, Shanks' sword Haki sliced me clean in half, the pain sharp and final before respawn. Once, in a comedic twist, Prometheus engulfed me in flames while Zeus shocked me mid-burn—I respawned charred and twitching, muttering, "Note to self: Fire and lightning don't mix well with breakfast."
{Ego}: "Master, your deaths are becoming a comedy routine. Probability of survival without humor: 0%."
[System]: "Master Sunny, your respawns are adorable! Each time you come back stronger, cuter, deadlier. I could watch this forever—oh wait, I will!"
Big Mom roared with laughter after one particularly humiliating death where I tripped over my own Space Crunch fold and face-planted into her punch. "Ma-ma-ma! You're entertaining, brat! But entertainment won't save you from Mama's wrath!"
Shanks, ever the calm one, smirked. "Try to block this." His sword flashed, Haki so dense it warped the air.
As days passed by, I experimented with illusions—Conqueror Haki-infused copies of myself swarming them from all angles. Big Mom swatted at them wildly, her homies going berserk, while Shanks cleaved through with precise strikes. "Illusions? Cute trick," Shanks said, but his eyes betrayed caution as one fake me landed a glancing blow.
Comedy broke the tension: During a lull, Big Mom slipped on a patch of ice from my redirected Zeus lightning, landing on her butt with a quake that shook the continent. "Ma-ma-ma… oof!" she grunted, and I couldn't help laughing. "Big Mom down! Need a hand up, Mama?"
She roared, charging, but Shanks chuckled. "Even Mama has off days."
As days passed by, my void-blue glow intensified—my eyes shimmering like dark blue abysses, my Haki flaring with every move. I folded space around Big Mom's stomp, redirecting the quake back at Shanks, the two titans clashing in a explosion of power that sent me flying—but I used the momentum, warping mid-air to land a Bang-style combo on Big Mom's back, Jiro's knocking strikes numbing her arm.
"Ma-ma-ma! You little pest!" she bellowed, swinging wildly.
Shanks slashed, his red Haki clashing with my blue void in a burst of colors that lit the sky like a aurora storm. The force shredded the ground, but I held, my Space Crunch creating gravity pockets that pulled his blade off course.
As days passed by, the death count rose, but so did my edge. I died to combined attacks—Big Mom's homie barrage while Shanks cut off my escape—but each respawn sharpened me. "Again?" I'd mutter, grinning. "Let's try that one more time."
Big Mom's frustration grew. "Stay dead, brat!" she roared after my 100th respawn.
Shanks, ever composed, nodded. "You're adapting fast, kid. But adaptation won't block everything."
As days passed by, I pushed further—using Space Crunch to create localized black holes, sucking in Big Mom's flames and Shanks' strikes, then redirecting them as blue void-infused projectiles. The battlefield became a warzone of floating debris, molten lakes, and warped space pockets that twisted attacks into knots.
Comedy interlude: Big Mom tripped on her own debris again, face-planting with a quake. "Ma-ma-ma… damn you, brat!" I laughed, dodging Shanks' slash. "Mama down! Need a nap?"
Shanks smirked. "Focus, kid, or you'll join her."
As days passed by, the turning point came. My blue void eyes glowed brighter, Haki surging. I folded space under both, launching them into the air, then unleashed a flurry—Bang combos, Jiro knocks, Air Crunch blades slicing scales and cloak. Big Mom staggered, blood pouring; Shanks knelt, sword bent.
"Alright… time for the finale," I whispered, charging with everything.
The clash was epic—blue void Haki exploding against their powers, the dimension itself cracking. Big Mom fell first, her homies dissipating in a burst of energy. Shanks lasted longer, his red Haki clashing with my blue in a final, sky-shattering duel, but my Space Crunch folded his strike back on him, sealing the win.
The titans faded, the battlefield silent. I collapsed, laughing through blood. "Three down… two to go."
{Ego}: "Correction: You are insane. But… impressive, moron."
[System]: "That's my Sunny… Don't break, okay? You promised me forever. Data logged: Master's growth—legendary."
I grinned at the sky. "Yeah. Forever it is."