"Ikoku!"
With a furious roar, Big Mom unleashed a devastating slash—an ancestral secret technique passed down in the Giant Kingdom of Elbaf. The shockwave cleaved through Fujitora's gravity blade, sundering the technique mid-strike. Without hesitation, Big Mom slammed the injured Prometheus onto her head.
"If that's how it is... then I'll fight like this!"
Fueled by the power of her soul, Prometheus burst into blazing fury. Wild flames wrapped around the massive blade-form of Napoleon, igniting with terrifying might.
"Cognac: Severing Blade!"
BOOOOM!
The explosive slash, wreathed in flames, collided violently—blocking even Sakazuki's magma onslaught!
"Thunderstorm!"
Leaping to the ground, Big Mom summoned Zeus, who began expanding rapidly under the infusion of her soul energy. The heavens turned black with raging thunderclouds. A torrential storm of lightning and wind swept across the entire battlefield.
"Sakazuki! If fire won't do the job... how about this?!"
"Lightning!"
CRACK—BOOM!
She clenched her palm. A blazing pillar of lightning split the sky, crashing down toward Sakazuki like divine retribution.
"Holy Light Wall!"
A radiant shield of sacred energy blocked the lightning bolt in an instant. Wright swung his longsword with a flourish.
"Hey, old hag—you're not forgetting about me, are you?"
"Secret Technique: Judgment Execution!"
Three radiant blades of Holy Light tore through the storm clouds, shredding Zeus's thunderous mass.
"WAAAAHH!! Mama! That sword HURTS! I'm gonna die!!"
"ZEUS!"
Big Mom's expression darkened. She quickly recalled Zeus, dispersing the storm. The skies cleared once more. The three golden blades radiated an overwhelming aura—so powerful even Prometheus, Napoleon, and Zeus quaked in fear as they descended toward Big Mom.
"Ikoku!"
Big Mom gripped Napoleon and swung with all her might toward the incoming sacred swords. But Napoleon, for once, lacked his usual arrogance. Overwhelmed by the divine pressure, he screamed:
"Wait! Mama—AAAHH!!"
The radiant blades collided with Napoleon in a massive explosion. His scream rang out, shaking the battlefield and stoking Big Mom's fury.
"What's going on, Napoleon?!"
"Mama! These golden attacks—they're different! They can hurt me directly!"
And then it hit her.
If Sakazuki's magma naturally counters Prometheus, then the fact that these three Holy blades wounded both Zeus and Napoleon...
"Your power... it can hurt my Homies."
"You can damage souls directly!"
Big Mom stared furiously at the golden-clad Wright, her voice shaking with rage and disbelief. There was no other explanation.
"…Correct."
Landing lightly on the battlefield, Sakazuki and Fujitora took flanking positions beside Wright. He slammed a foot to the ground.
"Consecration!"
BOOOOM!
A surge of divine flame erupted from Wright, spreading outward in every direction across the battlefield!
"AAAHHH!!"
Screams echoed as Homies—disguised as chairs, teapots, wine bottles, food—were incinerated by the soul-scorching Holy Fire. Though the scene had been altered into Marineford via illusion, the Homies still populated the field.
The Consecration's holy fire, imbued with searing effects on fragmented souls, utterly destroyed the soul-imbued objects.
Enemy pirates writhed under the constant burn of sacred flames, forced to split their attention to defend themselves. Meanwhile, Marine officers basked in a wave of restorative energy, their wounds mending faster than ever.
"This is… awakening?!"
Katakuri, who had just slain his own clone, looked up in shock. His awakened Devil Fruit powers—normally able to transform the battlefield—failed entirely within the radius of the divine flames.
Consecration rejected all foreign powers within its range with unwavering divine will.
"Damn it!"
Robbed of his environmental advantage, Katakuri's power dropped slightly—but even so, his raw strength alone still made him the strongest Sweet Commander.
"Crush the clones! Hit them with everything you've got! They're just here to stall—fragile distractions!"
Katakuri's Mogura trident spun, flinging a clone into the air. Even veterans like Vice Admiral Momonga struggled to keep up.
The six active Vice Admirals—Momonga, Yamakaji, Strawberry, Doberman, Onigumo, and Dalmatian—were all formidable, but none matched the might of a Sweet Commander.
"Blazing Fire Fist!"
Just as Katakuri was preparing to support Big Mom, he suddenly halted. A massive fire fist, tinged blue at the edges, blazed toward him—so hot the air around it warped.
BOOOOM!
A blinding white flash exploded. The searing blast singed the hair and clothes of nearby pirates!
Only the Marine officers, protected by Wright's aura, remained unscathed.
"Whoa, whoa… you're telling me a measly Rear Admiral has this kind of firepower?!"
Katakuri stared in disbelief at the charred remnants of his hardened mochi defense. Even he—the mightiest of Big Mom's Sweet Commanders—broke into a cold sweat.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Ace stepped forward, wild fire dancing on his fists—now turning from white to blue. Waves of blistering heat rippled from him.
"You're not going anywhere near Sensei."
"I'll be your opponent, Sweet Commander Katakuri—Bounty: 1,057,000,000 Berries. I've heard a lot about you."
"..."
Katakuri's eyes glinted crimson. He calmed himself.
"Then I'll crush you—and go help Mama."
"Unstoppable Donuts: Power Mochi!"
Mochi floated around Katakuri, forming several massive donuts mid-air. From each one extended a colossal arm.
Each fist was wrapped in Armament Haki, pulsing with power. Though Wright's flames suppressed his environmental awakening, Katakuri could still unleash most of his arsenal—albeit with reduced scale and power.
But with his near-flawless Observation Haki, he remained confident: this fire-wielding Rear Admiral would fall.
"Interesting technique…"
Flames spiraled outward from beneath Ace's feet—blue-white in color. In seconds, a blindingly bright fireball formed in his hand.
"Great Flame Commandment: Blue Flame Emperor!"
"Come, Katakuri!"
…
Elsewhere on the battlefield, Smoothie had enlarged her body and shattered her clone with flying slashes.
"Katakuri-ani! I'm coming!"
She knew full well she couldn't aid Mama in that clash—not even as a Sweet Commander. Only Katakuri had that level of power, enough to intervene in an Admiral-level battle.
So her top priority was to free Katakuri!
"Flames… I can squeeze out scorching-hot wine from them!"
CLANG—!
Just as her powerful slash flew forward, another flaming slash intercepted it midair.
"Who?!"
"The name's been going around, I hear…"
"Sweet Commander Smoothie… I'll be your opponent."
Golden fox ears, flowing golden hair, the upper half of her face adorned with a beautiful kitsune mask. Behind her, nine fluffy golden tails danced in the wind. Sword in claw, radiating both charm and razor-sharp killing intent—
"Marine Headquarters Commodore—'Nine-Tailed Fox' Tashigi!"
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