Island Applenine Island

[Aro]

Applenine #7
@Emperor Cross

The 3 Billion Berri Pirate unleased Damned Punk onto the inflated body of the marine, resulting in a shockwave that shook the town with unrelenting power. The ground trembled as Shaarib struggled to resist the power of Kidd's engineering genius, sliding backwards before his body finally got sent careening into the surrounding buildings of Applenine. He had won the clash, but something didn't feel right.

Kidd narrowed his eyes. He had expected the Vice-Admiral to stay down—hell, he’d earned it. That shot could level a mountain, and Shaarib had taken it head-on like some lunatic balloon. But now the ground was vibrating with something else. Not from metal. Not from impact. It was rhythm. A drumbeat.

The hair on Kidd’s arms stood on end, not from fear—but from the raw, unfiltered power pressing against his skin like a tidal wave. The air cracked and sizzled with Conqueror’s Haki, and then Kidd saw him—no, felt him—emerge from the rubble like a damned god.

White Afro. Spiral brows. Laughing like a demon finally set free. The Ensign launched himself towards the marine with ill intent.

“So… that’s what you’ve been hiding, huh?” Kidd muttered, an involuntary grin cracking his lips. "A Devil in angel's clothes."

The electromagnetic aura surrounding him surged as metal flew from every corner of the battlefield. Junk, scraps, swords, cannons—his signature maelstrom forming behind him, fusing into a new monstrosity. He called it...

"Iron Leviathan!"

A walking fortress of rage and invention. Sparks danced along his arm as he pointed a shaking finger at the Vice-Admiral.

“You think I’m scared of your little power-up?” Kidd bellowed. “I’ve stared down Yonko and spat in their face. You? You’re just another cog in the machine.”

He slammed his hands together, charged particles flaring between his palms. Behind him, the Leviathan roared as ten electromagnetic cannons locked onto Shaarib, brimming with his precious Haki.

“Let me show you what happens when justice meets unyielding will!”

The sky darkened as he fired.

"Now, Offspring of the Damned!"

Spoiler: DPR Clash

Kidd's DPR 120: 5. Town Level+S+:+5+3=13. Moon Level
Shaarib's Destructive Potency Rank: S+==> Mooon Level
Equal DPR: Attacks cancel each other out, though the area around the clash may still take damage.

The marine brought his fist forward, cackling madly as he directly punched the combined power of the ten projectiles! The earth beneath their feet caved unto itself, birthing a crater that engulfed the center of Applenine. Levianthan's cannons powered down as Kidd began to pant heavily, exhaustion hitting him like truck, all the while Shaarib bounced unrelenting in the center of the crater they created. Laughing to himself- for he knew the fun had just begun.​

 

[Emperor Cross]

Shaarib's laugh covered the whole battlefield; the drums noises seemed to die a little after the clash between the marine and the pirate. But as the ensign flew backward, he rebounded on one of the clouds made of dust. A usual reaction would have been for Shaarib to go through the dust and fall on the ground, but at the contact of the warrior, the cloud took all the proprieties of rubber.

The hero was in the sky in the blink of an eye; the feeling was exhilarating. Shaarib wanted more, he knew he could produce much more than this. He had the energy to fight for the day, it was as if all the limits they had put on his body were removed. Seiryuu had blessed him with incredible new powers. After losing his healing powers, he had felt less than but now, he was way above anything the birdman had touched. He was finally ready.

The white man (lol) did not stop in his ascension , he was literally like a rocket, far from the pirates' eyes, he took a bite into his right thumb and began to blow air into it. Shaarib had done it previously against Kidd but this time he had injected enough air into his fist that it was now the size of a small island. Kidd and his crew were able to ran away from the skypiean for too long. The supernova had destroyed most of the town just because one disrespected him. His last assault had created enough rumble that SHaarib wouldn't have enough problem after crushing the rest of good houses.

Fist hardened then covered with COnquerors's Haki, the Hero of the Festival let the "meteor" fall upon its victims.

- Gomu Gomu no Bajrang Gun !

Spoiler

The Gear 5 version of Gomu Gomu no King Kong Gun. The user inflates their fist to almost the size of Onigashima, applying both Busoshoku and Haoshoku Haki to it before unleashing it at his opponent—with the intention of outwardly emitting his Haki in order to punch them without making direct contact—for a devastating blow. (101 Strength, 100 Armament Haki) Requires Advanced CoC. 6x AoE range. Destructive Potency Rank: S+ ==> 14. Moon Level

 

[Aro]

Applenine #8
@Emperor Cross

Smoke still curled from the ruins of Applenine. The ground was scorched, cratered beyond recognition—still quaking in the wake of Shaarib's last clash. But amidst the chaos, a roar cut through the haze—familiar, sharp, full of defiance.

“CAPTAIN!”

Kidd turned his head just as Killer landed beside him in a spray of dust, blood streaking his mask and blades stained with the evidence of battle.

“We’re clear,” Killer growled, his voice low and tense. “The bounty hunters are done."

More shapes emerged—Heat, Wire, Hip, all limping, bruised, but alive. They surrounded their captain, battered remnants of a gang that refused to die.

“Didn’t think we’d find you breathing after all that,” Heat muttered, giving a nervous smirk.

Kidd cracked a grin, even as he wheezed. “Didn’t think you idiots would lose to a couple mercs.”

Wire chuckled. “We didn’t.”

But then the atmosphere shifted.

A gust of wind whipped past them, thick with dust. Everyone turned back toward the crater—and their expressions froze. Shaarib bounced. Not fell. Not stumbled. Bounced.

Like a damn ball.

Clouds of dust from the crater rippled like liquid rubber beneath him, compressing then launching his hulking form skyward with terrifying elasticity.

“What the hell—?” Wire stammered.

Kidd’s brow furrowed. “He bounced off a cloud?”

The tension in his voice wasn’t fear. It was recognition. “He changed it... turned dust into rubber.”

The earth still vibrated—but now it wasn’t from pressure or tremors. It was rhythm. The heartbeat. That drumbeat. Conqueror’s Haki whipped through the air like a hurricane. Then he saw him—no, felt him—ascending into the heavens like a mad seraph. Afro billowing. Muscles rippling. Laughing like joy and death had fused into one.

“Son of a bitch…” Kidd muttered, his jaw tightening. “He’s not done. He’s just getting started.”

Shaarib vanished above the clouds. Silence followed. For a moment. Then— BOOM.

A fist. Swollen beyond belief. Casting a shadow that blanketed the island.

“Gomu Gomu no… Bajrang Gun!!!”

Kidd’s crew panicked. Even Killer’s calm slipped for a second. “That’s not a fist… that’s a natural disaster!”

Kidd’s eyes narrowed. He slammed his hands together. Sparks erupted. His aura flared as metal began tearing from the ruins, from beneath the crust of Applenine itself.

The Iron Leviathan was reborn—twice its former size, primal and jagged. A monument to rage and genius, a beast that shouldn't move but did, screaming as it came to life.

“Override limiters!” Kidd roared. “Full Haki channels—RIGHT INTO THE CORE!” Cannons flared. He turned to his crew, for once not snarling—but protecting. “GET OUT OF HERE.”

“CAPTAIN, NO—!”

“DO IT!” His voice cracked like thunder.

They ran. And Kidd turned back toward the sky. The Bajrang Gun fell. Kidd’s mechanical arm surged with everything he had left. “Let’s see if gods can bleed!”

The Leviathan struck upward.
BOOOOOOOOOOM!!!

Spoiler

Shaarib's Destructive Potency Rank: S+ ==> 14. Planet Level
Kid's Destructive Potency Rank: 120: 5. Town Level+ S:+4+3=12. Large Continent Level
Shaarib's attack is 2 DPR higher: Overwhelms the weaker attack but loses 3 DPR
Remaining DPR: 11. Small Continent Level

The world detonated. A tidal wave of light and fury washed across Applenine. Buildings became dust. The sea split like it feared the wrath of the gods. And then—silence. When the light faded, there was only crater.

Kidd lay at the center—his body broken, armor melted, but his crew… alive. They stumbled toward him.

“Cap’n… you’re… you’re still…”

He smirked through bloodied lips. “Still standing... barely…” Behind them, nothing of the Leviathan remained.

Above them, Shaarib stood untouched, his afro glistening with sweat, fist steaming from the god-smiting blow.

The Kid Pirates fell to their knees, not in defeat—but in reverence. They hadn't just lost a battle...

They’d stood in the path of a living legend.​

 

[Emperor Cross]

Shaarib had won; he knew it was feasible. Weeks ago, he wouldn't have done it with such ease. Kidd was remarkable for his resiliency. The red-haired pirate kept himself conscious just by the strength of his will. He was hit by a punch the size and weight of a literal island and still was not giving up. With this attack, they realized how significant the margin between them and the marine was. A slow realization escorted by the drum noise they could still hear. Shaarib wanted more; he was giddy with excitement, bouncing rapidly on the air as his arm shrunk back to its normal size, seeming hesitant between arresting them or crushing more of their hopes. A carnivorous smile formed on his lips as he launched himself at incredible speed toward them.

​

He stopped barely some feet before Kidd, surprising the crewmates nearby. Shaarib had moved at such speed that the wind behind him blasted the ones not strong enough to withstand it. The Hero of the Festival, hair and body still shining, spoke :

- " Wari Wari Wari," laughed the ensign, " It looks like you wasn't strong enough, Kiddo." The marine continued after looking at the surviving members of the crew " I really don't care about the rest of you all. You can run away? I won't arrest you today. Your captain here and maybe Killer are the ones I am angry at. So shooo away before I change my mind and kill all of you."

He had won; he just wanted to hear an answer. While he spoke, tendrils of dirt emerged from the ground, attaching themselves around Kidd; restraining the man.

 

[Aro]

Applenine #9
@Emperor Cross

The battered crew of the Kid Pirates stared down the radiating figure of Shaarib, their faces a mix of disbelief, anger, and something deeper—fear. Not fear of death. They'd faced death countless times beside their captain. No, this was the fear that came from witnessing a true gap in power. From seeing your leader, the one who tore through emperors, kneeling, restrained like a criminal.

Killer stepped forward first, his helmet cracked, one of his blades snapped clean in half. He looked at Shaarib without flinching.

“You want him?” Killer's voice was ragged, low—but clear. “Then take him. But don’t act like you’ve already broken us.”

Heat from the earlier clash still lingered in the air, steam rising from fractured steel and scorched stone. Kid gritted his teeth through the pain, struggling against the tendrils anchoring him to the crater. His crew could see the veins bulging in his neck, his one good eye glaring not at Shaarib… but at them.

"Don’t you dare run," Kid snarled through gritted teeth, blood dripping down his lip. "Not while that bastard’s laughing."

But Wire stepped in next, spitting to the side as he wiped blood from his brow.

“Captain, with all due respect—shut the hell up.”
He turned to Shaarib, shoulders squared despite the tremor in his hands.

"We ain’t cowards. We’re pirates. But you… you’re not some marine. You’re a storm. You come down from the sky, wreck everything in sight, and laugh like it’s a game."

"You won. Fine. But don’t expect us to kiss your boots and scurry off. You’ll never get that satisfaction."

Hip limped up beside him, one eye swollen shut.
“You said you’re angry at Kid and Killer? Fine. But you’re letting the rest of us go?”
He glanced at his captain.
“Then we’ll live. And we’ll come back. Stronger.”

“And next time…” Killer said, voice steel. “You’ll remember our names.”

The air between them crackled. Shaarib hovered there, arms crossed, still grinning—but the crew could feel the slightest tension. The possibility that he might change his mind in a heartbeat. They were ants in his garden now—but they'd just sworn to come back with fire.

They started moving. Slowly. Backing away from the crater, some dragging others who couldn’t walk. Killer lingered a second longer beside Kid.

“We’ll get you out, Eustass.”
He rested a hand on his captain’s shoulder, just briefly.
“That’s a promise.”

And then he turned his back on Shaarib. Daring to. Defiant in retreat.

A retreat that was, for now… survival.​