Island CP3 Base

[Lamby]

The Return - CP3 Base #5
@Dream @Infinity​

Mark Golben, son of Yopenheimer and another... Faced with the perilous duo, one of the many merciless dogs employed by the world government to maintain order, kept his composure and met their fangs with his own. Soji's movements were incredible, his technique flawless but as an adversary, he was not much to fear. In brief moment it took for Okita to launch Mark lifted his blade overhead, the two had come into close contact; at hypersonic speeds Soji unsheathed his katana from it's scabbered and swung aiming for Mark's Torso!

SKRRREEEE-
The sharp shirek of metal piercing the air as a vacuum wave began to manifest around the weapon. Without hesitation; showcasing excellency of his own in his swordsmanship, he gripped his blade tightly incorporating armament Haki, imbuing his blade with his life force and he brought it down from above!!

DPR: 61-80: 2. Small Building Level + D(0) + Armament Haki(2) = 101-119: 4. City Block Level
101-119: 4. City Block Level vs 101-119: 4. City Block Level
Equal DPR: Attacks cancel each other out, though the area around the clash may still take damage.

CLANG!!!
Metal on metal, blades met, they clashed and appraising their respective strengths it sung! A shockwave echoed from their brief clash and both parties soon departed, Soji's momentum carried him through with his leap, and he landed behind of Purple Haze. "That's a new form of swordsmanship, Iajutsu maybe?" He briefly thought, still employing his observation haki. Just then, Mark felt a minor pulse from his brain. "Tch- What?" He mentally questioned shrivelling his face in minor pain under his mask.

He continued with his observation haki regardless of this, it was still relatively new for our young ninja. He sensed Tani, the latter of the pair fast approaching, following Soji's aggressive welcome. He took a deep breathe, his superhuman lungs sucking in surrounding air, and he used total concentration breathing...

FLASHBACK:

"Total Concentration Breathing is the essence of the Kata and uses air to revitalize the muscles through a strong diaphragm and a flexible pair of lungs. This excess of air excites the entire body thus allowing you to perform superhuman feats, though the essence of this technique comes from the Floridians natural usage of the "Body Polymorphism" technique, you could also deem it a recessive mutative gene since not all bodies can perform the exercise. They might tear themselves wide open; trying to overexhert themselves." Explained Mark, whilst confidently posing a top a collapsed Gerald.

"I'm not overexherting myself in the slightest, *huff huff*, this isn't the first time I've done this. I too possess a scroll of Kata, it's something you have to have once you pass through the right of passage. Although in your case I'm guessing you had to do it early, that's impressive *WHEEEZE, huff huff huff*." Replied Gerald, drenched in sweat. He was laid out flat, he was breathing fast and his lungs felt heavy.

"Yeah it is, though because of your neglect it had to be done."

"...That's not something I'm eager to let go, I still hope to see your mother again. To apologize properly, I only need you to help me sharpen my skills since I've been running amok without my scroll. It probably floated away in the typhoon that marooned me at sea, before I swam across the waters to a nearby island."

"Oh, I have your scroll. You left it on your desk, it was the first thing we found after hearing of your disappearance." Replied Mark.

"What?!" Exclaimed Gerald smacking his fists into the earth, creating tiny craters around his hands.

END OF FLASHBACK

"Memories..." Quietly muttered Mark in the furthest reaches of his mind, composing himself thanks to the time spent with his father.

"From swordsman to swordsman, alot of our strikes utilize a solid stance and upper body strength. I don't want to be put on the spot, so let's teeter your balance... Water Breathing..."

Fourth Form: Striking Tide (肆しノ型かた　打うち潮しお Shi no kata: Uchishio)

Fourth Form: Striking Tide (肆しノ型かた　打うち潮しお Shi no kata: Uchishio) - The user performs a multitude of slashes in a flowing fashion to release multiple consecutive slashes.
DPR B: 61 Strength, 41 Speed, 61 Mastery

AP: 61-80: 2. Small Building Level + B(2) = 101-119: 4. City Block Level

Mark quickly slashed at the approaching Tani, winding his blade like a river in circular arcs he waved his blade slashing from waistlength down to his feet, aiming deeply wound the adversaries joints and ligaments in swift motion to disarm him quickly. The tip of his sword sporadically met the floor, kicking up short clouds of dust and small debris as he effortlessly moved his blade.

 

[Hiei]

CP3 BASE​

Post 5 - @Lamby​

[CLANG!]

Reverbed the aftermath of their ferocious clash, between the wild Soji and the Lavender Ninja that had come to attack the island. Tani remained in pursuit though he had to give the ninja his praise, for his technique and speed was astronomical, "He may be associated with Gerald Yopenheimer, it is honorless to not acknowledge the skill and speed it takes to fight with such esteem and calmness to match Soji's ferocity." He thought, hiding his emotions with a calm and steady demeanor.

Though this praise is shortlived as the Ninja soon came after Tani! "What? He saw through our battle plan?" He questioned. A reply, deadly but still eerily calm, Purple Haze's winding blade swung and cut, however Tani leapt off the ground flipping over Mark's attempt but unfortunately closing off his window of attack!

He landed behind the armed adversary, quickly spinning about with his blade tightly gripped. He leapt back two paces, Soji shifted his attention slow to attack once more as he silently pondered what had occurred.

Tani swung his blade, "Yakkodori!"

Yakkodori (厄港鳥 Yakkōdori?, literally meaning "Disaster Harbor Bird"): The user launches from his sword a crescent moon-like projectile of compressed air to the opponent with great speed, similar to 36 Pound Cannon.(31 Mastery, 21 Strength) Destructive Potency Rank: C
61-80: 2. Small Building Level + C (+1) = 81-100: 3. Large Building Level

Sending a weaking flying slash, to put distance between the two and slow the pace of the battle. He needed to reconstruct their battle plan as, it has become apparent thanks to Soji, this adversary is not one they can trifle with.

"Soji," he called to his ally. Okita gave him his ear but offered no reply.

"Listen up..."

Back up in the tower, Commander Nagakura's suspicions grew in their tension. "They're equally matched. From up here, that's what I can see. I'm hoping that Yamazaki received my commands, the purple "ninja" is proving to be much greater than I had originally anticipated... And him, that one's definitely Gerald Yopenheimer. His conceit radiates even from meters away from him. I have a strong feeling that this situations going to spiral out of control and fast." He monologued.

Deep down within the corridors of the castle, the lone agent speedily sprinted making it to Yamazaki's quarters; he forced his way through the door slamming it wide open. "Agent Yamazaki, Urgent Orders from Nagakura!" He blared.

Although, Yamazaki was much more composed than the agent that had come to warn him. He had already seen the events unfold from his window, additionally on his wing of the castle he had a clear view... on Gerald Yopenheimer!

 

[Lamby]

The Return - CP3 Base #6
@Dream​

"He dodged me..." Calmly exclaimed Mark, he watched Tani retreat as he finished his swing. Steadily he began to recover, slowly lifting his blade. Tani retreaded an extra pair of strides and then released an Air slash! Reflexively he went to protect himself, he held it at an almost complete horiontal, meeting the vertical flying slash to protect himself!

Durability: 61-80: 4. City Block Level
Clash: 61-80: 2. Small Building Level + C (+1) = 81-100: 3. Large Building Level vs 61-80: 4. City Block Level
DPR 1 below dura: somewhat effective

His defense was strong, his stature staggered a bit as he maintained a relatively low posture with his sword held horizontally. His feet slightly dragged along the floor but immediately he veered it off to the side, where the rushing vacuum met it's end tearing into the earth. "Well of course he dodged me, I can sense his strength and I can see that they're no pushovers either. I'm new to this form of Haki, I can feel it slowly siphoning my stamina. The way it triggers my senses and instincts, it feels unorthodoxically natural but then again, it gives me a migrain to maintain. Maybe it's the level of information I'd have to process at once." He thought, he planted his left hand in the dirt and manevered his lower body. Switching leading legs, he bent his left knee and kept it low as he balanced on his toes whilst the opposing leg was stretched almost perpendicularly from it's opposite.

He was preparing to pounce---
PURU-PURU-PURU-PURU--- PURU-PURU-PURU-PURU---
"Pitbull?" Mentally questioned Mark. He was taken by surprise, though his adversaries had taken the time to speak amongst one another it seems that Gerald possessed a similar motive. Mark turned his head in angst, utilizing the hand holding Sabito, he answered the snail. It crawled up his cowl and spoke.

"KATCHA--I believe I briefed you on our mission prior to stepping foot on the island. Conqueroring- I mean training whilst we have just finished from our time well spent preparing one another for the future. For you it's a new attunement to observation haki and for myself, it's an innate mastery of Life Return."

"With all that being said, I can predict the next few moves of your opponents; it'll make your fight much less difficult however we have company stalking from the concrete canopy. So I trust that once you dispose of those two, I can attack the base and kill the agents situated far off. They'll be a huge liability in our secrecy."

"Father, you're pushing the limits of your responsibilities." He mentally replied, Mark was a bit frustrated. Their culture and mannerisms were at stake, risking this much is going to drag along much more confrontation that needed.

"Copy." He coldly replied, anger taking the holster of his decisions.

"Would it really be wrong if I killed them?" He briefly pondered. This momentary thought opened a pathway to a conflict of ethics that Mark had quickly determined was a waste had he entertained it--- Total Concentration Breathing... Swift Footwork! Our ninja quickly took to the skies, leaping off the ground with immense speed and power, he shot himself into the sky at a clean 45 degree angle; he veered mid-air- he strafed left angling slightly downwards and in a clean consecutive motion, strafed one last time propelling him between his two adversaries!

They were stood close to one another and thus left the open---
Water Breathing Second Form: Water Wheel (弐にノ型かた　水みず車ぐるま Ni no kata: Mizu Guruma)

Water Breathing Second Form: Water Wheel (弐にノ型かた　水みず車ぐるま Ni no kata: Mizu Guruma)- The user leaps forward into the air and performs a front flip, releasing a singular vertical slash in a circular motion.
DPR A: 61 Strength, 61 Speed, 61 Mastery

DPR: 61-80: 2. Small Building Level + A(3) = 120: 5. Town Level

Mark tilted his natural axis whilst airborne, concentrating the crux of his momentum and directing it, he attacked. Performing a swift and powerful wheel-like circular slash, aimed at the heads of both agents right as he would come close.

 

[Hiei]

CP3 BASE​

Post 6 - @Lamby ​

Tani and Okita "bounced ideas off of one another"; or more accurately Tani began a swift break down of Mark's movements. Keeping a close eye on the ninja whilst they spoke, Marks movements were surely unique. His flexibility far surpassed the required reaches of practical swordsman ship, "He really is like a ninja." Proclaimed Okita.

"Regardless of that fact his swordsmanship remains sharp and honed to a point where it reflects the lethality of our own. Though Ninjas aren't taught to attack directly, they're stealthy." Began Tani---

PURU ... PURU ....

"A den den mushi?!" A synchronized thought, a unified inquiry made by both agents. Their tense concentration momentarily interrupted, by a call? The witnessed the Ninja answer the call and to their disbelief--- He spoke to the caller. "Should I be offended?" Whispered Okita to Tani.

"Why?" Replied Tani.

"Well, let's be real. He's having a conversation whilst in duel with us, don't you feel a tad bit disrespected?"

"Well Okita, if I were to be fair on this, we were just plotting on his demise and how to make it happen right infront of him."

"Well--He's not really talking back, he's just listening." Replied Okita.

PURU-PURU-PURU-PURU--- PURU-PURU-PURU-PURU---
"Pitbull?" Mentally questioned Mark. He was taken by surprise, though his adversaries had taken the time to speak amongst one another it seems that Gerald possessed a similar motive. Mark turned his head in angst, utilizing the hand holding Sabito, he answered the snail. It crawled up his cowl and spoke.

"KATCHA--I believe I briefed you on our mission prior to stepping foot on the island. Conqueroring- I mean training whilst we have just finished from our time well spent preparing one another for the future. For you it's a new attunement to observation haki and for myself, it's an innate mastery of Life Return."

"With all that being said, I can predict the next few moves of your opponents; it'll make your fight much less difficult however we have company stalking from the concrete canopy. So I trust that once you dispose of those two, I can attack the base and kill the agents situated far off. They'll be a huge liability in our secrecy."

"Father, you're pushing the limits of your responsibilities." He mentally replied, Mark was a bit frustrated. Their culture and mannerisms were at stake, risking this much is going to drag along much more confrontation that needed.

"Copy." He coldly replied, anger taking the holster of his decisions.

The agents casual conversation quickly turned grim, noting the caller's voice and intentions. Mark moved, his movements were uncanny. They tracked him as he propelled himself through the air, though he still traversed with a blur the agents clearly perceived him---and his intent. Their heads darted upwards, caught in awe by his speed and movements, they were slow to react although as Mark came down from above, they raised their blades and defended themselves.

Clash: 120: 5. Town Level vs 61-80: 4. City Block Level
Verdict: DPR 1 higher than dura: quite effective

[SFX: CLANG!]

The sound of metal slapping metal, their defenses crumbled from Mark's slash and sent their weapons flying off to the side leaving them wide open! Okita and Tani were completely out classed in their brief clash, Okita withdrew his fangs. They staggered however Tani was the quicker of the two to regain his composure. He recovered as fast as he could, Mark; now betwixt the two, was placed in a precarious situation and he had yet to capitalize on it.

"C'mon Okita, we have him now!" He thought hoping Okita would realize the vision he had!

High Above in the Towers​

"HE HAS SIX POWERS!" Exclaimed Commander Nagakura. His eyes actively widening in shock and surprise! The stakes had grown exponentially as now, Mark's own showcase of abilities had rattled the enemies!

 

[Lamby]

The Return - CP3 Base #7
@Infinity @Dream​

KATCHA-
Over the comm-link the connection was ended, Pitbull had done his job and it was up to Mark to keep Gerald's Den-Den Mushi safe away from any potential harm. As you have been following, the technologically advanced Pirate had come to this island with a very clear motive in mind, and that was for a conquest, he deluded himself into thinking that this was logical due to his faith. A faith newly sown from his time spent preparing himself over the years, whether it be advances in his cultures techniques or his own innovation either or, his time taken to improve his own skills had spiritually and psychological signs as well.

"It's so wonderful that I have a son, who's admiration runs so deep that he would act with his full trust in me." He thought, stood afar watching the battle quickly unfold between his kin and the agents. "However I think that it would be of best interest that, once Mark disposes of the agents, which wouldn't take much longer, I would need to provide a cover so that their attentions would diversify."

"Situated upon the outskirts of the castle are a few more agents, without Haki you wouldn't be capable of finding them but all inquistive eyes fall either around myself or the confrontation sprung-up by my son. That is fine---" He said, briefly pausing as he was ready to make his move. He unfolded his arms, opting to use his left gauntlet opposed to his right. This is, strange; as from our recollection Gerald was a physical fighter and even once possessed a devil fruit however now--- things have significantly changed---

FLASHBACK
For context... A continuation of Flashback #2

..."Yes, a Gadgetoid plate. It's of my own personal design, this side of the ocean clearly doesn't have any interest in technological advancement as there are just barely any remnants to take proper inspiration from the innovation of these people actively raises my blood pressure, but it's okay. I pulled through with the new type of machinery however its quite costly in respects to it's materials, however the issue of materials will soon come to pass, I'm going to work on a machine that can replicate naturally occurring minerals so I don't have to go mining."

"So, YES! A Gadgetoid Plate, we as Kata, the forefront and adventurers of our people are required by sacred oathe to swear to the secrecy of our own identities. The gilded armor co-crafted by myself and your grandfather, Guilder Ezekiel Yopneheimer, was a special gift meant signigy conceit and showcase how truly unique I was. Acknowledged by the King himself to be an exceptional asset to--- AHEM." He stopped, the weight of situation had hit him once again, he was choked up and the axiety began to pour, no longer a trickle upon his shoulders.

"You were saying? Exceptional asset to???" Curiously inquired Mark, his eyes lighting up as though he'd never heard of that aspect of "The Big Plan".

"N-Nothing! Let's forget I mentioned that at all, don't push me to answer you about it either--- Let's get back to the topic at hand and not the "nitti-gritti" of how somethings came to be. A Gadgetoid Plate is a metallic alloy and also complex mechanical bio-structure, with intricate cogs and connections that allow it to transfigure into almost any object in accordance to overall density, mass and volume of both the amount of Gadgetoid Plate and Object are equivalent. Else you'll get an illegitate copy." Finally he turned about, revealing--- A cube?

"Sometimes I don't doubt your words or your work but, how can a complex bio-structure fold almost seamlessly into a perfect cube?" Asked Mark, he knew his father well enough to put away his curiousities until the time was right. Usually when he would do this, not telling the truth would always bite Gerald and hard.

"You'll see, right now I have to install a "Mother Board." It allows for easy communication of the many features these tend to carry, without a mother board a gadgetoid plate can't properly function and would actually just be a regular chunk of metal. "

"A neat addition to this is that, the plate's don't rust. So when I do create an armor or rebuild the Hot-Dog Suit I can integrate some of the plates. So in the next few months or so---"

END OF FLASHBACK

His fist retracted into the forearm, the metal widened revealing a plethora of windings and gears, and small shifting plates of metal and quickly Gerald's left gauntlet transformed; out of the socket of the retracted fist sprung two barrels, a prominent large barrel with a split at it's center and smaller directly underneathe... This was his esteemed Ion Blaster!

- directed-energy weapon + 3 magazines[15 bullets] (DPR: A) - 30 invention points
An Ion Blaster, a directed laser blaster that utilizes short bursts of energy-bolts to fire.
(Magazine size x2)
(Unlimited A-rank Bullets)

"---Thanks to the Lord's gift I was capable of mastering yet a new art, I didn't like the flintlocks that circulated throughout the market since they lacked an edge in battle. Rumors were my only source of knowledge since I didn't possess a ship just yet; "Pacifistas" or so they are called, large cold sentient machines with the ability to spit beams of light and to shoot them from their palms. Modelled after the "Tyrant" Bartholemew Kuma. I've never once heard of him but I thank you for the inspiration." He thought.

Gerald was a man with alot of determination and spirit, he honed his abilities the best he could and the best he knew how for the sake of his goals and dreams, and this would mark the first day he would reap it's fruits.

His polished observation Haki granted him an exceptional edge, he could peer through the concrete defenses and see his enemies without having to be wary of them. He saw four agents who hid themselves in the night; Harada, Hattori, Ichimura and Yamazaki however the most intriguing of them all was whom it is he sensed within the confines of the building. Nagakura had himself situated at the highest tower and therefore it was safe to presume that he was observing.

There were a plethora of additional targets within those walls but not all could compare to the peculiarity brought on, by Agent Yamanami. He was afar off, infact he was the closest to Gerald Yopenheimer, "In quick succession, how many of the agents can I force to retreat with one blaster. Let's find out---" Quickly he turned his attentions, extending his left gaunlet and taking a strong pose, the gun charged and quickly ignited a new light; and he fired!

WUUUURRRR-- BLANG---BLANG---BLANG!

Attack Speed: 100 Massively Hypersonic+ Speed
DPR: 81-100: 3. Large Building Level + A(3) = 6. City Level

Three initial shots, the first aimed for the wall above Yamanani to collapse the room, the second and third shots were much lower. The second, to the lower left side of him to injure his leg and the third to cause more damage through it's trajectory!

Ah, yes the spoils of Geralds ingenuity however one must not degrade their quality. Gerald's Ion Blaster fires bolts of condensed energy however due to the amalgamation of said energy the propulsion of each bolt as added a subsequent weight to them. In addition to this, these bolts of energy carry masses of extreme temperatures thus making this an exceedingly lethal weapon. Each shot would exit his barrel with a shockwave, a streak of light would read their trajectory and upon impact they'd tear through the concrete as though a bowling ball had been thrown at extremely hypersonic speeds, whilst also leaving a circular scar; a hot-spot of where the bolt initially made contact and then it would explode releasing the energy after making a second collision--- The room would have crumbled, the surrounding concrete would crack and fall and smoke would ensue as the exploding bolts release their energy!

 

[Hiei]

[CP3 BASE]​

Post x - @Lamby ​

Commander Yamanami, after having left Nagakura's side he silently, swiftly and skillfully traversed their massive base finding an open room to stalk their main target from a distance. All agents that needed him knew this, however Nagakura had another order; immediately issuing it the very second his confidence wavered in regards to Tani and Okta's performance.

Gerald Q. Yopenheimer, esteemed pirate most recently known for his terrorism on the same base a few months prior had returned to their clutches and therefore, behind all that had just transpired Commander Nagakura wanted to capture the criminal and bring him to justice thus negating the need for such a large bounty and so he issued a command to Yamanami, who had situated himself far-far away in the base however contrary to Nagakura's urgency Yamanami had already shared a similar sentiment and so he placed himself in view of Gerald utilizing the blackness of light and the focus of battle and the torches to hide in plain sight.

Spoiler: The agent that transferred the message was successful in his mission

The agent that transferred the message was successful in his mission:
What had Happened

Deep down within the corridors of the castle, the lone agent speedily sprinted making it to Yamazaki's quarters; he forced his way through the door slamming it wide open. "Agent Yamazaki, Urgent Orders from Nagakura!" He blared.

"...I know, well more accurately I shared his insight and sentiments the very second Gerald Yopenheimer set foot upon this island. Confidently showcasing himself in a new fancy city and a cyclops-like red eye gleaming in the abyssal night. I also have a problem with using torches to light up the island, but that's another story." Replied Yamanami, he was calm and composed his back remained turned to the agent and his eyes were fixated upon Gerald. Eagerly he held his blade, neatly rested and stored away within it's sheathe. His grip steadily tightened as his eyes locked into focus.

"Return to Nagakura and convey your success," he added. His words laced with an indirect coldness a complete contrast to his usual tenderness.
End.

Since this was Yamanami's objective he did not pay much mind to anything else that had occurred around him and so Nagakura's discovery would not shock him, however to everyone else-- That's a completely different take. Following Mark's movements, the way he bounced through the air, the way he closed the distance between them and the way he swung his sword--- It painted a very troublesome picture for the Cipher Pol Agents.

Hattori Takeo and Harada, they too noticed; they too shared Nagakura's sentiment about who it is they are dealing with, "Who is this guy?!" Mentally exclaimed Harada, tightly he gripped his spear and in the grey of night he tried his best to maintain his advantage.

"Six powers would imply that this ninja's affiliated with Cipher Pol Division 9, a former memeber perhaps? If it is that he is a former member, how the hell did he escape?!" Softly muttered Hattori. They all had similar shock however only Nagakura had the option to express his dismay since he was furthest away, and so up in the concrete towers; anxiety and tension grew to it's peak

"This is improbable! If that's not Six Powers then I don't know what it is, before I was dispatched and situated at this base I had met some other members who were well-versed in the art. I am also equipped to perform it's techniques hence my speculation, once we capture these pirates I'll have to communicate this to headquarters."

Nagakura rushed into the hallways from his office at the top the tower, he wasn't ready to join the battle just yet but it was brewing

[Down in the Court Yard, where Blades met and Affiliations battled]​

Okita had caught unto Tani's plan, or atleast read his movements enough to match his intent. "A pincer?" He questioned, quickly leaning forward and getting into form. He placed all his weight on his leading leg and held his katana firmly in it's sheathe.

"Good, Okita's skills are still sharp...," briefly thought Tani. He too had gotten into form, it was a bit impromptu and the time frame was extremely tight considering the distance between them and Tani's verbal alert however they had enough speed to pull it off---

"Ittoryu Iai: Shi-ShiShi Sonson!"

Ittoryu Iai: Shi Shishi Sonson (一刀流 “居合” “死・獅子歌歌” Ittōryū Iai: Shi Shishi Sonson?, literally meaning "One Sword Style Draw and Resheath Technique: Lion's Song of Death"): A stronger version of his original "Ittoryu Iai: Shishi Sonson". The user swings his sword in a very quick and powerful unsheathe move to slice his opponent. This attack is strong enough to easily decapitate a legendary beast like a Dragon.(41 Mastery, 41 Strength) Destructive Potency Rank: B

61-80: 2. Small Building Level + B(2) = 101-119: 4. City Block Level

The two leapt at Hypersonic speed, a synchronized shockwave emanated from both swordsmen on both sides of Mark! The ground indented from their feet, and the closed in; with a dual unsheathing slash aimed to cleanly decaptiate our young ninja!

[On the other side of things, it took a turn for the worst!]​

"I was fully prepared to execute Gerald Yopenheimer the very second he took action, I was prepared for it; afterall he couldn't have gotten that much stronger in the time frame it took him to destroy our base then leave. The seas are a rough and terrible place and worst of all, it takes guts and determination to stand firmly; this sentiment was one of Kondos greatest words."

"And I believed him, men our age aren't meant to be battling like this but we chose to utilize our gifts for the sake of something greater... So how did it come to this?!" Exclaimed Yamanami in thought! The world, it rolled in slow motion for him, he felt his imminent death encroaching upon his life and so he could not escape it.

"It wasn't swift, but I watched Gerald's hand fold away; it had been transformed into some kind of laser canon. He shot it and... I couldn't even see it coming!"

The roof of the room Yamanami stood in quickly crumbled before the might of Gerald's Ion Blaster. His first shot tore through the concrete, it destabalized it's infracstructure whilst also leaving a terrible heat scar through it's path. The Ion bolt tore into the second wall on the other side of the room and then exploded; whilst the other two bolts made their entrances!

The second flew into the room and further destroyed it and the final, narrowly missed completely running through Yamanami's leg although that didn't free him from the damage---

61-80: 4. City Block Level vs 6. City Level
Verdict: DPR 2 or more higher than dura: super effective

The bolt burned a whol through the outer sections of his leg and then crashed into the back wall of the room he stood within, Yamanami had fallen; in pain he screamed in agony as the concrete collasped and fell upon him

This alerted all other agents nearby, as smoke rose into the night sky.
Ichimura and Yamazaki were the quickest to act, they saw the damage and reacted as fast as they could! "What the hell was that?!" Mentally Exclaimed Yamazaki, a sweat bead quickly running down the side of his face as he made his way closer to the perimeter closest to Gerald.

And there he stood, the armed assailant menacingly aiming his newly created weapon at the once sound section of the castle... The shocking sight struck fear into Yamazaki and soon into Ichimura who had came after him, the entire room was carved out and the damage looked too severe to be easily dealt with. In shock they stared at Gerald, their determination diminishing and cracking.

 

[Lamby]

The Return - CP3 Base #8
@Malekith @Aro​

Mark landed between the two agents, he wasn't caught in anything too strenous considering his swift movements and light maneuvers and obvious signs of agility and so slowly he regained himself as the two agents plotted against him. They quickly got into form and from two opposing angles they lunged at him!

Though, this attack would have had much more effect had two very important variables weren't effective in this battle; the first was Mark's knowledge and usage of observation haki. No matter where ever they would go, within a range of 20 meters he would have been completely aware of them, their presence and emotions as well as individual power levels. What surged the most here was not their power but their killing intent.

The second variable was Tani's verbal alert to the shaken Soji, it is important that within a battle your mental resolve be completely fixated so that if anything unexpected were to occur you would not risk much of yourself due to your own fears and emotions. Okita exhibited such a faulty trait, lacking the discipline to concur his own shame and guilt. These two factors pre-meditated the downfall of our fighters--

Mark still had ample time to act thanks to these variables however to time frames in which he could strike were very tight, with what he could master he did the best that he could-- although he had kept composure this entire time he was still young and lacked experience. Though it would be farfetched if any frivilous encounters from here onwards were to push him far beyond his own limits, since they had barely scratched the surface of what he was capable of doing.

"Water Breathing Sixth Form: Whirlpool (陸ろくノ型かた　ねじれ渦うず Roku no kata: Nejire Uzu)"
He offered no particular intent to move from betwixt the two swordsman, gripping his blade with his own focus and determination he began to swiftly spin! As the blades of the two agenst honed in, with innate ferocity and strength aimed to properly behead him he swung his sword in a vigorous whirling motion. He created a vaccum wave, shaving off the blades of the agents and degending himself! Focusing a majority of the unique spiral around his upper half of his body, he performed seven rotations, doubling at the beginning to defend from the blades of Tani and Okita and then slowly spiraling downwards to complete his motion.

Water Breathing Sixth Form: Whirlpool (陸ろくノ型かた　ねじれ渦うず Roku no kata: Nejire Uzu) - The user twists their body, using their blade to perform a fierce whirling motion which generates a whirlpool of air to shred apart anything caught within its current like a giant sharp blade. Its effect and efficiency is enhanced underwater, where the user can draw water around their weapon to create whirling currents that enhance their slashes.

Attack Speed: 100 Massively Hypersonic+ Speed
DPR: DPR: 61-80: 2. Small Building Level + B(2) = 101-119: 4. City Block Level

Clash: Equal DPR: Attacks cancel each other out, though the area around the clash may still take damage.

He planted his foot on the courtyard, underneathe his mask veins pulsated wildly as he engaged total concentration breathing to it's fullest to powerfully swing his blade-- and then he exhaled. A monstrous puff of smoke shout out of the cheeks of his mask as he ended his motion, "Their individual swordsman ship pales in comparison to my own." He conceitedly thought.

"I'm glad for that, it makes things much-much more simple, ask Gerald asked I'll wrap up our confrontation. Discretely as unlike him, I don't plan to conquer this stupid island." He angrily proclaimed.

"This technique brings alot of significant damage to your own muscles if you don't properly cushion them through training and conditioning. I'm not sure if father's going to use it, but I will."

Mark hardened his forearms and hands and imbued his blade with the same haki, he took in a deep breathe and changed stances once again.

Total Concentration Breathing!
Dangerously he excited his muscles to their conditioned maximum output, hightening his senses; his muscles ever so subtly bulged and veins manifested all over his body transferring oxygen. "Here I come." He eerily declared.

Total Concentration Breathing:
Boost (+10 Strength, +10 Speed): 61 Strength, 61 Stamina, 61 Life Return
Duration: Life Return: 91 - 5 turns Maximum, 3 turn Cooldown

Stats:
Strength | Speed: 71 +10 = 81

"Water Breathing Tenth Form: Constant Flux (拾じゅうノ型かた　生せい生せい流る転てん Jū no kata: Seisei Ruten)"
Like a roaring dragon, slithering like a serpent Mark disappeared from where he stood. His movements now just barely visible to the eyes of the agents, he flickered at unimaginable speeds, sporadic explosions; gusts of wind being kicked into the air by his powerful lunges. Quickly they closed in upon the first of the duo who had caused him the most trouble, the nearest agent and the current weakest link--

Curving about, his trajectory shifting to strike from a blindspot Mark brought down his haki imbued blade at blinding speed; a diagonal angle aimed to cut Okita Souji from opposing shoulder to hip in one, fell swoop!

Tenth Form: Constant Flux (拾じゅうノ型かた　生せい生せい流る転てん Jū no kata: Seisei Ruten) - The user charges toward the target whilst performing a continuous flowing attack with their blade which increases in strength and speed over time using momentum.
DPR A: 71 Strength, 61 Speed, 71 Mastery

DPR: 81-100: 3. Large Building Level + A(3) + Hardening(2) = 8. Island Level

 

[Hiei]

[CP3 BASE]​

Post 8 - @Lamby ​

"CP3 was erupting into a bit of a chaotic scene, the introduction of the new adversaries was evident of that. One was quickly identified as the sole perpetraitor of it's prior destruction, "Gerald Q. Yopenheimer", that very act alone awarded him a bounty of 290 million berries; a feat accomplished seemingly overnighty however he had yet to spark any devastating feuds with the world government. Upon his return he had brought with him a new companion, a strange companion adorned in a suit comprised of purple and some occasional streaks of darker violet with black eyes and a unique red scarf. He carried a white sword and showcased remarkable capabilities mimicking the unique developments of cipher pol agents who had vigorously conditioned themselves to be able to perform the wide-spread "Six-Powers" amongst the ranks of the world government. It is Unknown whether or not he had hailed from a program and escaped as a failure or he learned from an outsider- However this new ally of Gerald Q. Yopenheimr is extremely dangerous. His speed and precision and the way he moves is reminiscent of water, and would leave other's with a hazy perception of what his true intentions are. He does not stand with confidence, like his partner but exudes meekness, it's uncharacteristic and strange."

As Okita and Tani glided across the courtyard, quickly closing in on Purple Haze with their blades poised with technique and strength to behead them they noticed something strange. He began to move, to move even before they'd come close to him! A flicker of doubt bolted across Tani's mind however he had no time to properly face it-- They were quickly deflected! A simultaneous motion executed faster tha sound could travel, winds flew and sparks ensued from the way their blades had met.

The reverb of their metallic clash rung like a church bell but a strange premonition befell Tani. He turned around, trying to regain the strategic advantage by witnessing his adversary; but mark had already recovered now entering a position of offense! His sense sharpened and quickly he turned about, steam left the ninja's mask and then he heard it.

Okita felt the ninja's defense and he feared that the battle was lost, they couldn't gain a proper advantage in this manner and so he opted to call for help but a puff and a proclamation rung terribly in his ears--

"Hear I come"

Okita's eyes widened, and he quickly looked behind him lifting his sword to defend himself-- however the ninja had already moved.

Tani saw the events play out as clear as day, "He got faster!" He mentally proclaimed watching as the Ninja flickered about before just barely seeing him curve around to attack from Okita's blind spot. Tani drew his blade and threw an attack as fast as he could--

"Yakkidor-"

SLASH!
And it was then it had occurred, the tides of battle have shifted once again. First it was Gerald's new weapon laying waste to the base once more, effortlessly dispatching an agent situated to take him down and now the situation escalated much more, Okita's eyes were lax and his confidence shaken. His skills were sharp yet in the face of the purple ninja he pailed in comparison to his peers--

Durability vs Attack: 61-80: 4. City Block Level vs 8. Island Level
Verdict: DPR 2 or more higher than dura: super effective

He couldn't react properly, he hadn't stayed attentive and worst of all the Ninja's movements increased at the very last second and unbeknownst to them something far more devastating would be so profound.

Okita was cut down from shoulder to hip, his torso split cleanly in two with a miniature vacuum wave encompassing the Ninja's speed Katana, unbeknownst to them at the very last moment-- the ninja seemed to have increased his strength beyond theirs.

 

[Lamby]

The Return - CP3 Base #9
@Malekith @Aro​

Purple Haze, the ninja, the son of Gerald Q. Yopenheimer, had just made his mark on history. Albeit the strict teachings of the Kata, albeit the legal threat posed through explicit showcases; through large scaled impacts on the outside world that could shake the fragile facade of the Floridian's secrecy. Mark risked it all, he risked the vows he had undertaken and it all was in the name of his foolish father's conquest.

"This is pointless." He thought, his wrath raging about like an ocean. His thoughts like waves, crashed upon one another, the very act of being distressed causing a particular burning sensation on the inner sectors of his brain. It irritated him, and worked him up further. "All of this is pointless, I had the means to end this quickly but instead I chose to train."

He maintained his composure and imposing visage. As Soji's body crumbled before him, blood splattering on his mask but not obscuring his sight, he maintained his upper hand. He rose, still holding Sabito with all his might. Underneathe his gauntlets, veins pulsated, all this was due to the Total Concentration Breathing technique. He stood tall, stepping over Soji's body allowing his life to fade away. He held his sword at a sharp diagonal, completely adjacent to his own body allowing the tip of the sword to point directly at the ground. He slowly stepped closer holding his tongue and silence although seethig with anger.

"Is this really what I amount to? My youth to be subdued due to the selfishness of those around me?" He continued to angrily bout and complain in thought.

Total Concentration Breathing: Swift Footwork
He leapt at Tani, effortlessly breaking the sound barrier and echoing a shockwave which shoot the dirt from the concrete. He was poised to striking but instead sharply veered at the last second, since he had other ways of sharply dispatching opponents outside of his swordsmanship.

Total Concentration Breathing: Wind Blade Slicer!
High in the sky, his leg properly excited he released two large and ferocious vacuum waves. Their length was extreme, dwarfing Tani's size and aimed to tear a scar into the concrete courtyard CP3 Base had, the blades flew one after the other alternating in angles that would draw a slight "X" upon collision!

Utilizing their superhuman physical prowess, garnered from employing total concentration breathing; the user kicks the air in such a way and with such a trajectory that the user fires a vacuum wave of air capable of slicing objects; and subsequently, people if enough force is applied.
71-99 Mastery: Destructive potency: A

81-100: 3. Large Building Level + A(3) = 6.City Level

 

[Hiei]

[CP3 BASE]​

Post 9 - @Lamby ​

Tani Sanjuro stood firm, his grip tightening around the hilt of his blade as he beheld the incoming assault. His stance was unshaken, yet he could not ignore the sheer speed with which Mark closed the distance. The ground beneath his feet trembled from the sonic boom, dust and debris flaring outward in the wake of the youth’s sheer force. His keen eyes followed every minute movement, calculating the strike before it even arrived.

But Mark was not so predictable.

The blade never came. Instead, a shift—a subtle but deliberate redirection of his attack—spelled immediate danger. Tani’s instincts screamed at him as the air itself seemed to rupture. His eyes darted upwards, catching sight of the crescent arcs of wind cutting through the air toward him, their sheer force carving through the stone foundation of the CP3 courtyard.

"Tch!" Tani hissed, propelling himself backward, his reflexes barely keeping him ahead of the first slice. The second came in fast, its trajectory shifting at an angle to cut off his escape. Twisting mid-air, he adjusted his footing and struck with his blade, intercepting the wind-based projectile. A sharp clang echoed as steel met compressed air, but the force behind the technique sent him skidding across the ground, his boots digging into the concrete to slow his momentum.

Soji Okita, though wounded, had remained standing throughout the battle, a silent observer of Mark's growing strength. But recognition dawned upon him now, piercing through the haze of pain and exhaustion. His mind reeled back to that fateful day—the prior raid on this very island. He had been here before. More importantly, he had fought alongside one of his strongest allies—an ally who had been bested, their defeat linked to the very figure that now stood before him, blade in hand, striking down their comrades one by one.

His lips curled in slight amusement despite himself. "Heh… I should've known. That mask. Those movements. You're him, aren’t you? The one who—"

His sentence was cut short as a fresh surge of pain from his wounds pulsed through his body. He staggered slightly but refused to fall. He couldn't—not yet.

Tani, regaining his footing, cast a brief glance toward Soji before refocusing on Mark. This battle was far from over. If anything, it had only just begun.

Above them all, deep within the towering structure of CP3’s headquarters, a single figure observed with a piercing gaze. Commander Nagakura Shinpachi, arms folded behind his back, remained impassive, his keen eyes locked onto the courtyard below. His mind worked swiftly, absorbing the details of the skirmish unfolding before him.

His voice rang through the den den mushi at his side. "Ichimura," he commanded, his tone unwavering, "Go to the royals. Ensure their evacuation begins immediately."

There was no hesitation in his order. The storm had arrived at their doorstep, and there was no telling just how deep the chaos would run before the day was done.

 

[Lamby]

The Return - CP3 Base #10
@Malekith​

"He survived." Mentally noted Mark, it was only a amtter of time before he made how fall to the grounds below that was basic physics afterall, he employed Total Concentration Breathing once again; Swift Footwork, he bounced on the air. His trajectory a menagerie of "Zig-Zag'd" blurs as he propelled himself t the ground. 6 meters away from Tani, facing him form his left flank he had landed. A decently loud crash indicating his graceful landing.

Mark stood strongly, intimidatingly peering over his shoulder his cold dark-eye designs of his mask offering no bit of mercy or humanity for the Cipher pol agent to cling to. His death was the ultimate goal behind this scuffle, it was an order from Gerald and so it had to come to pass.

Although, even with this much dedication engraved in him; Mark couldn't shake his anger, the conflicting ideals of what he was trained to do and the intent of his father. "He survived my assault- Well I wouldn't particularly call it an assault. I should have unleashed much more vacuum waves if I really wanted to be rid of him so quickly." He thought, he completely turned himself to face Tani, his final obstacle.

"He's strong but right now, I am the superior combatant--" He assessed, his observation haki notifying him about the soul which stood ahead of him, "--but this is taxing. Im ashamed to say it but using Total Concentration Breathing, my sword skills and haki all at once really starts testing the limits of your own vitality. They haven't landed any particularly solid hits on me but if I'm not merciful I might meet an unexpected end. I have a few more minutes in this state, with my heightened perception; so long as I keep this adversary in my perception I'll have no problem dealing with what he has to throw at me."

Mark relaxed his haki, softening his armament and releasing himself from the fruits of his observation haki.

"Patience is a virtue, but patience doesn't come by allowing the boastful push you around. We're adventurers, not conquerors. Using God's name to justify your actions, nothing less but hypocritical. I can't keep my mind empty, this is going to be too much." He continued, turmoiling in thought.

He dashed at Tani, quickly readying his blade. "I'll just kill him and be done with it all!" He mentally declared trying to retain a bit of his focus!

 

[Hiei]

[CP3 BASE]​

Post 10 - @Lamby ​

Tani exhaled slowly, grounding himself as Mark rushed in. His body remained still, but his mind was already racing, analyzing every shift in Mark’s approach. The younger fighter moved with precision, but Tani could sense the underlying frustration in his movements—the aggression fueling each step, each twitch of his fingers around his sword.

"He's trying to end this fast. That kind of impatience can be exploited."

Mark was skilled—undeniably so—but Tani had faced warriors like him before. Fighters who relied on speed, overwhelming force, and a relentless offensive. They were dangerous, but they also had a pattern. The moment they committed to a decisive strike, there was always an opening.

Tani’s fingers adjusted on his hilt. He didn't need to wait for Mark to attack first—he had already chosen his mark. The hip or the chest. Two weak points in the heat of a charge. A wound there wouldn't just slow Mark down—it would force him into a defensive position, take away his momentum.

The instant Mark closed the gap, Tani stepped forward.

One smooth movement.

His blade arced with deadly precision, cutting through the air toward Mark’s hip, the force behind it enough to carve through flesh and bone. If Mark twisted to avoid it, Tani was already prepared to adjust—his next move would shift the angle toward Mark’s chest. A step ahead, a clean, calculated strike.

A single heartbeat.

Would Mark react in time? Would he falter, or would he adapt?

The battle had truly begun.

Spoiler: OOC

No need for DPR as this is a story related attack

 

[Lamby]

The Return - CP3 base #11
@Malekith​

Purple Haze, it's a beautifully gifted name, it encapsualted Mark's fighting Archetype very well. He based himself upon the stealthy and mysteriousness built upon the concept of a Ninja. Contrary to their espionage and stealth related shrouds and missions, Mark had his suit specially made to his favourite colour. With additional accessories carefully selected and put together to fully encapsulate his personal preference and ensure that he had maximum comfortability whilst on the battlefield.

He was trained in the cultural art of Total Concentration Breathing, a Life Return deviation that involved the unique usage of the respiratory system to intake an excess of air that would be used to excite one's muscles. This technique was extremely strenuous to the body, as the name implies, using one's breathing and full concentration they "encourage" muscle fibers and ligaments to perform at extreme levels to perform almost superhuman feats, he was a masterful wielder of it. Labelled a prodigy and heir to uphold the Yopenheimer Dynasty amongst the ranks of the Kata after the disgraceful disappearance of their previous iteration-- He had alot on his shoulders, and it often times lead him to crush his own feelings to meet expectations.

Mark Golben fought to his fullest potential, with his blade hardened and focus heightened to it's utmost he had full confidence in his own capabilities. He approached Tani at blinding speed, with full concentration took a single breath in and pre-designated the flow of his blade. His anger blinded him, eager to finish his task and to confront his father he did not forsee this outcome. Stricken with a form of tunnel vision, and hyper focus he narrowed in on the agent who, in a blur of his own prepared an attack.

"Water Breathing-- Second Form--" Brief pauses audibly reverbarating his concentration and count down till his strike. All spoken in his mind.

"--Water Wheel!"

Second Form: Water Wheel (弐にノ型かた　水みず車ぐるま Ni no kata: Mizu Guruma)- The user leaps forward into the air and performs a front flip, releasing a singular vertical slash in a circular motion.
DPR A: 61 Strength, 61 Speed, 61 Mastery

Attack DPR: 81-100: 3. Large Building Level + Armament(2) + A(3) = 8. Island Level

Mark Golben "locked in" too hard. He followed through it a leaping-flip slash, he had met Tani's blade and was slashed but in return he had slashed at Tani, a vertical sword slash aimed tostrike the man from his left trapezius all the way down to his upper ab muscles, thus severing his rib cage and upper torso!

 

[Hiei]

[CP3 BASE]​

Post 11 - @Lamby​

Tani felt the impact before he even processed it. A sharp, searing pain tore through his body, his senses flaring as Mark’s blade bit deep into his flesh. His own slash had connected, but not without cost. Blood spattered across the ground as his strength faltered. His legs, once steady, buckled beneath him.

“Damn… he’s fast.”

His grip loosened. The sword nearly slipped from his fingers as his vision blurred. He had aimed to take Mark down, to slow him, but in the end, the ninja had struck first. His body gave way, collapsing onto the cold stone of the courtyard.

Before he could hit the ground completely, Commander Nagakura moved.

A blur of movement—precise, calculated, merciless.

Nagakura had been waiting. Watching. He knew when to strike, and he refused to let Tani’s fall be in vain. His presence alone was enough to shift the battlefield; a seasoned warrior, hardened by countless battles, stepping into the fray without hesitation.

In a single motion, Nagakura was upon Mark. His blade, wreathed in raw force, carved through the air, aiming directly for the ninja’s exposed flank. His expression remained unreadable, but his intent was clear—Mark would not leave this fight unscathed.

 

[Lamby]

The Return - CP3 Base #12
@Malekith​

"Tch-" A deep and searing pain befell the young ninja. "I'm so stupid, I was so focused on killing him I didn't read his intent!" He exclaimed in thought, his once overpowering anger and irritation fading into anxiety and fear. The wound was deep, and he could feel every damaged tissue crying in agony from his own blunder. The boy's eyes wondered for a moment, a blur traversing to his flank; he could only wonder in the few micro-seconds he had, he was on a battlefield after all.

"Who was that?! Am I going to die-- Gerald do something, I-"

Gerald Speed: 101-119 Sub-realistic Speed
CP3 Agent Speed (Scaling them collectively): 61-80 Hypersonic Speed
Gerald Reaction Speed Comparison: Reaction speed is two or more brackets above your oppponent's movement/attack speed, you will basically see them in slow motion.
CP3 Agent Reaction Speed Comparison: Reaction speed is two or more brackets below your oppponent's movement/attack speed, you will barely be able to see a blur.

At that distance it would be impossible for anyone to intervene, that is considering the physical capabilities of the Agents and Mark; there was nothing that he could do--

CLANG!

Spoiler: OOC

According to the host, it's a story based attack clash therefore no DPR is necessary but if it is required, Gerald would tank it with:
Durability: 101-119: 6. City Level + Armament(2) = 8. Island Level

An Arm clad with armament haki forcifully wedged between Commander Nagakura and Purple Haze. A firm, yet cold embrace, Mark was not met with another kiss of harm but rather the embrace of his loving father. Gerald had saved him! At Sub-relativistic speed he traversed the great distance, having sensed Nagakura's intrusion, he quickly offered his own support and with the precognitive aspect of his observation haki, he could read Nagakura's intent.

"Father--" Briefly thought Mark, taken by complete surprise at Gerald's speed. Though this thought was subsequently short-lived, he leapt backwards opening a great distance of 50 meters away from their point of confrontation, "I was too harsh on you." He uttered whilst soaring high above the ground, flying backwards as he approached the edge of the island. His left gauntlet transformed, with his Ion cannon primed he aimed downwards.

"I trusted in your abilities but it seems there's something that you still lack, I'm so sorry for causing you to hurt once again. My son--"

PEW! PEW! PEW! PEW!
Cover fire! Consecutive shots fired as he retreated to the Islands edge, with his new found skill at gunslinging there was no reason for him to miss, but all he needed at this currant moment was a deterrant. Since he possessed the fire power to kill them, had the moment called for it, he chose to delay their execution to tend to his wounded kin. The first three of the shots were set to make impact at his left front, back and right front; exploding the compressed bolts of energy destroying his footing and spreading a dark-cloud of seared concrete upwards about him. The final shot was aimed at the Commander's leading leg, exposed due to his poised sword strike!

81-100: 3. Large Building Level + A(3) = 6. City Level

 

[Hiei]

[CP3 BASE]​

Post 12 - @Lamby ​

The battlefield trembled under the force of the detonations. Each explosion carved through the air with precision, sending shockwaves through the concrete. Dust and debris erupted, clouding the battlefield. The Commander, despite his battle-hardened instincts, was forced to shift his stance, narrowly twisting away from the last shot that threatened to cripple his leg.

Before the dust had even settled, a monstrous force swept through the battlefield.

It wasn’t a mere display of dominance. It was a declaration of execution. The weaker agents instinctively staggered back, their breath hitching, a primal fear clawing at their throats. Even the stronger ones faltered, their bodies betraying them as their vision swam. Their instincts screamed, their very souls rebelling against the overwhelming presence that had now consumed the battlefield.

A shift in the air—silent, inevitable.

A suffocating weight pressed upon the battlefield, as if existence itself threatened to be crushed under the sheer force now radiating from the epicenter. Everything stood on the precipice of annihilation.

 

[Lamby]

The Return - CP3 Base #13
@Malekith​

At the outskirst of CP3, a single strong stride lead him to the contours of the island and therefore landed with vigor. The concrete cracked under his extreme weight; the light combination of the Tetri-Ton suits metal and Gerald's mass. He lept once again, making his final stride to land on their ship.

The vessel bopped, momentarily sinking an inch deeper into the option only suddenly rise due to its bouyancy. Gerald held Mark with extreme care, he stomped and scurried across the deck, he entered Mark's personal quarters and rested him on his bed, "I'm so sorry, my son, I am so sorry." He lamented, a metallic and imposing voice echoing intimidation and evil quickly folded away as Gerald deactivated his suit.

All his technological enhancements, his armor folded backwards and transformed. Transfiguring into a 2x2x2 Meter cube which was magnetically attached to the back of Gerald's armor. He pulled off his helmet, lucious flowing curls sinking downwards and resting as he reveals himself once more to the world, in a desparate situation and a subtle showcasing of his vulnerability and care.

Mark was taken aback by his kindness and care, the love radiating from the man he had steadily viewed as a Tyrant. "His ambitions, they've always lead him to take extreme measures. Extreme dips into the pool of unknown, his declaration of taking over this island struck me deeply as it opposed the core values of the Kata. Something hammered into my since I was younger." Pondered Mark although wounded and for now 'crippled'.

"I was upset." The boy replied. "I was upset because you were risking everything on your ambition."

"My ambition?" Rhetorically replied Gerald, he began a bit of a pace, "This place had residues of my past, I wanted to wipe it off the face of the earth simply because I had the power to. That's the life of piracy I've come to learn accept, my time with Sweet Einsaur was evident of this, she was ruthless. Deep down I felt enchained by fear rather than of loyalty, it's been so long since Ive seen her. My own strength isn't enough to even contest her, that's factoring my skills. I'm still inexperienced." He replied walking about, from one side to another along the bedside.

"Your wound, it is deep. I sensed your future and came running as soon as I could. This would make the second time I have hurt you." He said, finally kneeling down to one knee.

"No- Well, yes. Had we take the Base by night it would have been much easier." Replied Mark, removing his own mask and ruffling his hair. He drove his fingers through the front of his 'matted' bangs to clear the hair from his face.

"I had full confidence that if you fell short I could pick up from where you left off. Never had I expected you to be injured. Listen to me, I may have abandoned you before but to see you get hurt-- as your father hurt's more deeply than any physical wound. In due time I hope to meet your mother on her adventures to face her judgement as well." He replied, he got up from the bedside. He reached down and retrieved his helmet, he adorned himself and turned to leave the room.

"Where are you going?" Hastily inquired Mark.

"I'm going to conquer the island, in your honor." He replied. "Just rest yourself, there should be a hidden art for Total Concentration Breathing that you should know. You're old enough to find out about it, one way or another."

"Conquering the Island in my honor? Father, I appreciate you but thats not why I am upset." He breifly thought, through the silence it took for him to think of a reply. "I think I know what it is you're talking about, its difficult but I can try. I've read about it in the scrolls."

"Good. I'll make sure they stay far-far away from the ship, I'd rather you not see this side of me. Its untimely that I must resort to such tactics." He replied forcing himself out of the room and unto the deck.

"That's so hypocritical--" thought Mark, he smiled feeling a strong sense of warmth and love from his father, "--when we fought on Water Seven you were monstrous, had you known it was me, would you have used the same amount of effort and strength? Haha-- that doesn't matter, what matters now is tightening the muscles around my wound. I think the agent had cut me down to the bone," he thought dampening his smile and entering a deep concentration.

"I might need to coagulate my blood and clenching my blood vessels- Ah, how tedious."

PAT-- PAT-- PAT-- CHICK-CHICK-TACK!
Gerald's stern steps, his gilded armor meeting the sea air once more, with his helmet neatly fixated in place. From his waist he pulled out his weapons of choice, cocking his UMP-45 and inserting the cartridge. He took out his dual Kris-Vectors and prepared those guns as well, adorning each hand with a Kris-Vector he took a deep breathe in.

"Starting now-- I'm going all out. I'll level this island and the people with it." He confidently declared, "and in my name I'll reap the rewards. This will belong to Gerald Q. Yopenheimer.

UMP-45:

• 30 bullets per Magazine (Magazine size x4: 120)

Dual Kriss Vectors:

• 30 bullets per Magazine (Magazine size x4: 120)

 

[Hiei]

[CP3 BASE]​

Post 13 - @Lamby ​

The island stood on the precipice of annihilation.

The echoes of Gerald’s declaration rippled across the battlefield, a chilling omen of impending destruction. The sky darkened, whether from the debris of battle or the sheer weight of his presence, none could tell. But one thing was certain—this was the end.

And yet, against that inevitability, they stood.

The agents of CP3 had fought fiercely, but they were already feeling the strain. Their bodies bore fresh wounds, their breathing labored, their movements slower than before. They had launched ambushes, fired rounds, detonated explosives—all in an effort to halt the behemoth before them. But Gerald was still standing. Worse yet, he seemed unshaken.

A veteran swordsman took his stance, blood trailing from his cracked lips. His fingers twitched over his blade’s hilt, his muscles screaming in protest—but he would not kneel. "If this is where I die, then so be it." His blade trembled, not from fear, but from the sheer force of his will.

Gunfire erupted from the flank. Snipers positioned atop the ruined buildings took aim, their scopes glinting like the last embers of defiance. The deafening crack of gunfire rang out, rounds flying straight for Gerald’s head and chest. They knew the chances of piercing that armor were slim, but it wasn’t about victory—it was about making a stand.

An explosion rocked the battlefield. A cluster of surviving agents detonated the last of their charges, attempting to collapse the very ground beneath Gerald's feet. They would turn the island into his grave if they had to.

A lone agent, his arms burned and battered, let out a ragged breath. "Damn monster…" he muttered, struggling to reload his rifle with trembling fingers. His vision blurred, but he forced himself to stand, to keep fighting.

But Yamanami was different.

As the agents gasped for breath, barely holding themselves together, he remained untouched. His uniform was immaculate, his breathing calm and measured. He hadn’t even drawn his blade yet. For him, the battle had not truly begun.

From the edge of the battlefield, Yamanami watched. Calculating. Unmoved. Waiting.

His comrades had given everything they had to slow Gerald down, but he knew the truth. This was his battle. He had let them test the monster’s limits, observing every movement, every weakness. And now… it was time.

He stepped forward.

The air around him shifted.

For the first time since the battle had begun, a single bead of sweat rolled down an agent’s face—but it wasn’t from exhaustion. It was from something else entirely.

Something far worse.

 

[Lamby]

The Return - CP3 Base #14
@Hiei​

"TEREH-HI-HI-HI-HEH!"
Loudly Cackled Gerald, his rage turned into sadistic ecstasy as he gleefully confronted the agents. All at once, on the outskirts of the island, the area behind of him was his wounded son and the ship they needed to get home whereas ahead was a the mighty army Commander Nagakura had assimilated since his last confrontation against CP3.

His observation haki was poised and maintained with extreme skill, although his emotions weren't purely 'calm' he maintained a perfect blend of composure allowing him to reap the benefits of the Haki whilst acting in the way he had chosen.

Bullets flew, each ochestrated attempts at Gerald's life only to fail due to his superior speed and culviated skill through his haki. Shots taken at his head and chest missed, playfully he dashed across the battlefield, like an acrobat he flipped. He twirled, he soared and most impressively he had ran backwards taunting and testing their skills only for them to ultimately fail. His precognition allowed him to read the trajectory of the bullets they fired each allowing him effectively dance through the menagerie as the the distance swiftly closed. Finally, he lifted his guns.

Without his Tetri-Ton suit activated he no longer possessed a means to effortlessly fly through air but that was no means a hindrance, it added difficulty but it did not impede on how he wished to retaliate.

He dashed across the courtyard, breaking through the thickness of vegetation they grew along the coast. He leapt up, coating his guns and forearms in haki he opened fire. (Each Gun was outfitted with a Magazine of about 120 bullets)

81-100: 3. Large Building Level + A(3) + Armament(1) = 7. Mountain Level

A maelstorm of 120 bullets, 60 from each Kris-Vector and half of the magazines drained. His bullets tore through the concrete ground, raining down on the grounded troops!

Upon his descent, he raised his guns to the roof of thebase building, the snipers situated on up there were one of the many obtacles that may prove poblematic if not dealt with quickly. "They've really bucked up on their security, Im impressed." With his left gun, taking a moment to precisely dispatch of them with the presence he could detect. He fired a single bullet for each.

81-100: 3. Large Building Level + A(3) + Armament(1) = 7. Mountain Level
Left Kris-Vector Magazine:60/120 Right Kris-Vector: ??/120
(Up to you to decide how much Gunmen are up there, and which ones are within 100 meters of the courtyard)

 

[Hiei]

[CP3]​

Post 14 - @Lamby ​

The battlefield was already a graveyard in the making.

The thunderous roar of gunfire filled the air, but it was futile. The agents' bullets sliced through empty space, their trajectories failing to meet their mark. Explosions of movement, sudden shifts in position, and seamless evasion rendered their attacks meaningless.

The moment the counterattack began, the island itself seemed to tremble.

A maelstrom of bullets erupted, tearing through the air in a symphony of death.

The first wave of agents crumbled instantly. Bullets shredded through them like paper, bursting through flesh and bone, rupturing organs, splintering ribs. Some barely had time to register the pain before their bodies hit the ground in lifeless heaps.

The concrete shattered. The very earth beneath their feet cracked apart from the sheer force of the assault. Shockwaves rippled outward, rupturing the formations of those trying desperately to counterattack. Their cries of pain and panic were swallowed by the relentless percussion of rapid gunfire.

From the rooftop, the snipers never had a chance.

Precise shots ripped through their ranks.

One shot.
One kill.

Each bullet found its mark with unerring accuracy, piercing through visors, puncturing skulls, leaving bodies slumped over the edges of the rooftop. Some tumbled, crashing onto the bloodstained ground below.

The onslaught did not stop.

The attack continued, seamless and merciless. More agents fell.

Those that tried to retreat were met with a merciless storm of bullets at their backs. Those that tried to stand their ground were gunned down where they stood. Their numbers thinned rapidly, their resistance crumbling beneath a force of destruction.

The battlefield was painted in carnage.

And yet… through it all… Yamanami did not move.

He simply watched.