Chapter 95 – Clash of Big Mom Pirate Vs Red Hair Pirate
As a Kingdom was being Liberate by Sliver Hair Pirate , An another interesting Battle was ongoing at That time.
The New World was alive that night.
The sea churned with restless waves, like the ocean itself was aware of what was about to unfold. A crescent moon hung in the sky, pale and unbothered, watching two mighty fleets close in upon each other. On one side, sails adorned with crimson flags bearing the insignia of the Red Hair Pirates. On the other, the grotesque, childlike, yet terrifying banners of the Big Mom Pirates loomed.
A hushed silence spread across the deck of the Red Force as the ships halted within cannon range. No one fired. Not yet. For all their reputations, both crews knew this battle wasn't one of reckless charges. It was a meeting of monsters.
And at the center of it all stood "Red-Haired" Shanks, his long coat swaying with the sea breeze, his left hand resting casually on the hilt of Gryphon, the saber that once clashed with the likes of Dracule Mihawk. His missing left arm did not make him look weaker; if anything, it made the man appear sharper, honed like a blade stripped of excess. His crimson hair caught the moonlight, glowing faintly as though flames danced in the wind.
Opposite him, across the span of turbulent waves, stood the Charlotte Linlin—Big Mom. Towering, grotesquely wide, with her laughing maw stretched from ear to ear. Her homies—Napoleon the sword, Prometheus the sun, and Hera the lightning cloud—hovered beside her like guardians ready to devour worlds. She gripped Napoleon tightly in broadsword form, her massive arm flexing like a mountain ready to fall.
"Shanks… you little brat," Big Mom bellowed across the gap, her voice so loud it rattled the rigging of nearby ships. "I remember you, sniveling on Roger's ship. The brat with the straw hat and the bright eyes. And now, you stand before me as an Captain of own Pirate Crew? What a joke, mama mama mama!"
Shanks' lips quirked into a faint smile. His crew behind him—Beckman, Yasopp, Lucky Roux—stayed silent, waiting for his cue.
"You're right," Shanks replied calmly, his voice carrying unnaturally well across the waves, amplified by the tension between them. "I was in Roger's Pirate as a Trainee Crewmate. And I learned something while sailing with him, Linlin. That this world…" he stepped forward, boots thudding against the deck, "is meant for a new era. And your time has long passed."
Gasps rippled through both crews. Even to challenge Big Mom's pride with words was an act of audacity. Her monstrous grin sharpened, revealing teeth like jagged tombstones.
"Your tongue's gotten sharp for a little boy," she sneered, raising Napoleon high. "Then let's see if your blade has grown with it!"
The two unleashed their Conqueror's Haki at once.
It was not simply pressure. It was annihilation. The sea itself heaved upward as black lightning crackled through the sky, splitting clouds and staining the moonlight with streaks of red and purple. Dozens of weaker Big Mom Pirates collapsed instantly, their eyes rolling back as the force of sheer will knocked them unconscious. Even seasoned veterans clutched their heads, gasping for breath.
On the Red Force, only the strongest remained standing Beckman with his pipe clenched calmly, Yasopp grinning through clenched teeth, Lucky Roux growling with excitement.
The two Strongest Captain Pirates had not yet touched blades, and already the sea screamed under their presence.
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Shanks moved first. In a blur of speed almost unseeable, he drew Gryphon, coating it with jet-black Armament Haki laced with streaks of his Conqueror's. The blade hissed in the air, slicing forward in a diagonal arc.
Big Mom laughed, swinging Napoleon down to meet him. "Mama mama mama!"
The clash was deafening.
A blinding explosion of force tore across the water, splitting the sea between them. The sky itself cracked as if glass were shattering, waves rising like towers and smashing against nearby rocks. Ships from both sides strained under the impact, masts creaking, sails whipping violently.
"Holy hell…" Yasopp muttered, barely keeping his eyes open as the shockwaves ripped past him. "That's… that's not even a duel. That's two forces of nature colliding."
Ben Beckman didn't flinch, his sharp eyes fixed on the battlefield. He muttered calmly, though his grip on his rifle tightened. "This is what a real Strong Pirate battle looks like. No one under this sky should interfere."
On Big Mom's side, even Katakuri's usually calm expression grew tense as he stared. "So this is… Shanks' true power."
The duel began in earnest.
Shanks pressed forward with relentless precision, every swing of Gryphon a storm of speed and technique. His strikes weren't wild; they were refined, deliberate, cutting through Big Mom's monstrous strength with surgical sharpness. His mastery of Observation Haki gave him glimpses of her attacks before they even began, allowing him to slip into the narrow gaps between her titanic blows.
But Big Mom was not called an Mother of Pirates for nothing. Each swing of Napoleon was like a mountain collapsing. Sparks of black lightning cascaded through the air as her Conqueror's-infused strikes roared against Shanks' blade.
"Napoleon! Hera! Prometheus! Burn him, fry him, smash him to bits!" she howled.
Prometheus swelled into a blazing sun, hurling fireballs across the sea. Hera cackled, bolts of lightning striking down toward Shanks like divine judgment. Napoleon elongated, transforming into a massive executioner's blade.
Shanks twisted his body, dodging fire and lightning, his blade flashing in arcs of silver. He swung Gryphon upward, unleashing a crescent slash of Haki so sharp it split Hera's lightning in two and cut Prometheus' flames apart.
"Mama mama mama!" Big Mom cackled as she forced forward, undeterred by wounds. "You're strong, brat! Strong enough that I might actually take your soul for myself!"
Shanks' eyes hardened, his usual smile fading into something sharper. He pushed his Haki outward, his presence blanketing the entire battlefield. Crew members on both sides felt their knees buckle.
"Linlin," Shanks said quietly, though his voice carried like a blade through the chaos. "You're standing in the way of the new era. And I'll cut down anyone who tries to hold it back."
Their swords met again in a colossal crash. The shockwave split the clouds above, revealing a brief, eerie glimpse of a starry sky before the storm reformed.
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On the sidelines, the battles between crews erupted.
"Ben Beckman! Don't you dare think you'll get to sit this one out!" roared Smoothie, unleashing her towering blade.
Beckman exhaled smoke from his pipe and raised his rifle. "You picked the wrong day to test me." His first shot ricocheted off Smoothie's blade, but the second forced her back a step—his bullets coated in Haki, precise and relentless.
Lucky Roux barreled into Oven with a laugh, his massive body slamming the Charlotte son back into a mast. "Oven! You talk too much, let's see if you can fight!"
Yasopp engaged in a sharpshooter duel with Daifuku's forces, his bullets weaving through the chaos like whispers in the wind. His calm, steady breathing contrasted the frantic firing of Big Mom's gunners.
Everywhere, the sound of battle rose, but none could overshadow the clash of Peak Pirates.
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Shanks and Big Mom's blades clashed again and again, sparks igniting the air. Shanks shifted his stance suddenly, his Observation Haki guiding him into a perfect opening. He slashed downward, Gryphon coated in black and red lightning.
Big Mom roared in pain as the strike cut across her shoulder, blood spraying across the battlefield.
The sea froze for an instant.
He had wounded her.
"Mama mama mama…" Her laughter was tinged with fury now, her teeth gritted. "You've got bite after all. But I'm still one of the Strongest Pirate from Rogers Era!"
Her sword came crashing down with renewed fury, but Shanks met it with a single-arm block, his own Haki surging upward to the heavens.
The battle had only just begun.
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And in the distance, the faint silhouettes of Marine battleships began to rise over the horizon. Watching. Waiting.
The world was about to change again.