The wind shifted. The battlefield held its breath. ‘She’s not hesitating. Not anymore.’ Frost peeled away from her step, swirling in unnatural spirals as she surged forward—eyes flared, weapon raised high, a swing heavy with the weight of pride, pain, and purpose. Her Kanabo cleaved downward like a divine verdict. ‘Tch. So this is how you aim to break me?’
I moved. No retreat. No flinch. I let instinct surge and battle lust flood my limbs. My body tensed and released in perfect rhythm—the kind honed not by practice, but by wars. By the savagery of survival. My grip shifted. Fingers curled. Spear ignited. Haki crawled down Gáe Bolg in violent black veins. It hissed through the air as I thrust forward—not a straight jab, not a wild swing, but a coiling strike, alive with intent.
"Dragon’s Talon". The spear blurred. My control twisted the arc mid-thrust, a sudden redirection that lashed upward like a serpent’s maw snapping shut. Precision and pressure, strength and speed. The hardened tip collided headlong into her descending Kanabo with a thunderous crash.
Cu Str = 120 = Town Level + (DPR S, Dragon's Talon) 4 + 2 Hardening = Small Continent Level
Yamato = 120: 5. Town Level + A:+3 +3(CoA)=11. Small Continent Level (Kanabo)
Result = Draw though the area will take affect of the two attacks
[SFX: BOOM]
The world screamed. The sheer force of the clash ruptured the earth beneath us, sending cracks webbing out like shattered glass. Wind exploded outward in a massive shockwave, ripping through trees, flinging debris skyward.
And then—impact. I skidded back. Feet carved lines into the ground. My jaw clenched as my boots struggled to dig in. The recoil burned through my shoulders and rattled my bones. A grin cracked my face. ‘Heh. You’re not just some loudmouthed heir.’ The ground hissed beneath me, steam rising from the friction of the clash. I steadied my spear, spinning it once before resting its weight against my back shoulder.
“You swing with heart, I’ll give you that,” I muttered, spitting to the side, “but don’t expect that to carry you past a real killer.” Still… my blood was racing. ‘If every hit’s like that… then maybe I won’t get bored after all.’
As all this took place a ominous on looker watched his prey.
Yamato's claws were plunged deep into the earth, guarding her stance as she skid backwards from their terrible clash. Yamato had to split her focus although, she did not mind putting her all into this confrontation. Even though it would make a horrible splitting headache later, assuming she made it out on top in the confrontation, she still pushed strongly. Her determination shined brightly and fed her muscles through a massive spike in adrenaline, she feared nothing; even with her core temperature low due to the maintenance of her icy-shroud she stood with minimal anxieties.
She stopped herself, the ground forming a light permafrost as the humidity in the air solidified due to the sudden drop in temperature. "I'll accept your half-hearted praise, but I don't plan on stopping. Not anytime soon, I won't stop until your gone. Gone for good." She replied, cementing her goals and speaking truth into her spirit so it be made manifest.
She held her kanabo with great intent, she deeply inhaled and let off a relieving sigh to relax her mind. Her breathe misty from the cold. She spun her weapon, skilfully showcasing herself with a bright smile.
She dashed at Cú Chulainn, a she sharply inhaled as she help her weapon high, taking a keen advantage of the vantage point she was briefly given. She swung once again, to meet the spear man and to continue forging forwards! Her haki crackled showing a brim of advanced usage, she was passionate and extreme.
120: 5. Town Level + A:+3 +3(CoA) = 11. Small Continent Level (Kanabo)
The ground groaned beneath her frozen presence, a white haze rolling off her like steam from a boiling sea. Her momentum hadn’t died down. If anything, it sharpened—her spirit flaring as she closed the distance again, swinging that Kanabo like it was judgment day. Tch. Not wasting time. I spun Gáe Bolg in my grip, its haft pulsing under the strain of my own blood. My arm twisted, muscles tightening with an eerie slowness—measured, controlled. A reaction born not from panic, but instinct refined through battle. I didn’t care for her declarations. Words didn’t matter. Intent didn’t matter. Only what you brought to the strike.
I planted my feet hard into the earth, the tendons in my calves and thighs bracing for the weight of what came next. My tail flicked behind me, more from habit than emotion, while inside me, the toxins stirred—thick, ancient, and ready. They rose with my will, churning through every vein with a predatory hunger, not meant to disable, but to end. The spear in my hand felt it first, as if it understood. My breath came steady—cold, then hot—like venomous mist hissing through a vent. Fangs grit tight, jaw locked, eyes forward. The energy started to slip through my pores, a slow leak of sickly purple vapor coiling up my arm and into the weapon like smoke from a sacrificial altar.
My grip tightened. Gáe Bolg pulsed with life—my life—and that cursed haze bubbled outward, dripping from the edge like oil before a blaze. My Armament Haki surged to match it—pure obsidian black, shining faintly with the force of hardened will. I slammed the spear’s butt into the ground, the sound echoing like thunder across the broken field. That was the anchor. From the spear’s pointed tip came a swirling core of toxic mist, spinning violently and rapidly—then breaking open. From within that core, something monstrous took shape. A long, serpentine head, its mouth wide, fangs flared. Its body coiled violently, wings of vapor, scales of poison, eyes of death.
“Venom Dragon Emperor.” The name alone burned across my tongue as I thrust the spear forward, unleashing the beast. It snapped through the battlefield with the force of a cannon’s roar, each coil cutting through the air like a whip. The serpent, massive and fully formed, tore through trees and scorched stone with the mere pressure of its presence. The haze it left behind corrupted the air itself, a choking miasma of rot and ruin. Its form danced through the open field like it owned the world, and I didn’t need to guide it. It knew. My blood fed it. My hate guided it. That was enough.
The clash was fierce, enough to kick the breath from my lungs as the shockwave snapped across my skin and forced me back. I felt the ground slip beneath my boots, friction torn away under the pressure. I skidded, teeth gritted, dragging Gáe Bolg through the torn-up earth to anchor myself again. The blast had weight. She wasn’t just surviving—she was biting back. That was fine. That was what I wanted. ‘Keep swinging. Keep coming. But know this—pressure only builds... and poison only spreads.’
Without giving her room to breathe, I lifted my arms outward, the scales glistening as dark purple liquid began to seep from every pore like sweat from the underworld. I didn’t wait for the venom to reach the ground. With a brutal motion, I whipped my arms through the air—twice, fast and wide—launching arcs of poison into the sky. The vapor caught the dying light of the battlefield, reflecting sickly hues that shimmered between purple and black. I clenched my fists and focused the buildup of toxins now bubbling at my wrists, letting the rot settle heavy in my muscles.
“Dragon Venom.” I growled low, voice like gravel, as I thrust both palms outward. From the swirling mist above me, the venom answered my will, pulling itself together into a new beast—serpentine in shape, just like its predecessor, but wilder, rawer, as though born from hate alone. It hissed, howled, and surged down like a divine curse. A second dragon. Not crafted from form, but fury. The air bent around it, a wave of venom crashing forward in a torrent of blight. It wasn’t a technique of elegance. It was pure pressure, a hammer of noxious death sent to smother, to blind, to drown. The field turned violet. The cold? I didn’t feel it. Only the taste of kill in the back of my throat.
And then, the environment changed.
The venom soaked into the earth like ink into cloth. Grass died before it touched soil. Trees wept black droplets from their bark, some splitting open as toxins infected their roots. The air itself turned heavier, harder to breathe. Every breeze felt like a swarm of needles—burning, itching, clinging. Even the light above dimmed, not by clouds, but by the sheer toxicity in the atmosphere. The battlefield became a pit, an open wound where life was repelled by the presence of something unnatural—me.
Steam hissed from shattered stone where the poison touched ice. The permafrost beneath Yamato’s feet began to erode, pockets of sickly warmth spreading through the chill, melting through it with venomous contempt. Her battlefield was no longer hers. Not anymore. I was carving my territory into it—claiming it, desecrating it.
So let her come again. Let her charge. The field wouldn’t stay frozen. It would rot. It would choke. And when her lungs screamed for clean air, when her body burned from the inside... maybe then she’d understand--
--this wasn’t a clash.
It was a hunt.
Venom Dragon Emperor: Cu Base = 120 (Town Level) + DPR: S / +4 +2 Hardening = Small Continent Level
Venom Dragon Emperor would cancel the attack as equal DPR
Dragon Venom: Cu Base = 120 (Town Level) + DPR: A / +3 = Island Level
Venom Dragon Emperor would inflict Major Poison but choosing not to use the status incfliction of it
Dragon Venom inflicts Mild/Mid Poison:
Mid poison: does an average amount of damage (C rank). lasts for 4-5 turns. Requires at least 51 mastery
They clashed once again, vaporuous-serpentine like poison thrust that had encapsulated the complete might of Cú Chulainn. They whiplashed, the atmosphere screaming in agony from their intense confrontation, and she skid backwards once again spreading her light permafrost alas Chulainn wasn't finished, he came with a vengance, he had cemented himself as a viable adversary intent of triumphing over Yamato. He was the driving force that would push her to the brink of collapse and snuff out her glimmer of hope; he controlled and formulated the poison mist, he scattered poison into the skies, "What hell is he up to?!" she mentally acclaimed. She was worried, picking up her kanabo she took a defensive stance, this adversary was much akin to a viper. Quick and powerful thanks to it's potent venom, the rot gathered at his wrists and it took form Yamato's eyes solidified in focus and intent. "Another serpent!"
His movements weren't shrouded in mystery but the threat his poison posed made it difficult to approach, considering she was already battling it's effects with the sheer cold of her devil fruit, adding more to her being would put her in a grave situation. She lifted her back paw and further solidifying her stance, bending her knees and ankles like a coil, a spring ready to leap into action once more. In the time she had, she to concuct a plan, a plan to remain rooted in this battle. Rooted enough and to a sufficient point where her options weren't limited by the miniscule movements she had to take to avoid the poisons deadliness.
"My ice--" She briefly thought, the gentle breeze acting against her. An unintentional allegience only possible due to a coincidental shift in the wind.
She flowed her haki and coated her fists and subsequently her Kanabo, she enhanced the air around it as well, she can't risk improper contact. Her ice acted as an additional aid, a turning point in maintaining her footing within this confrontation.
“Dragon Venom.” I growled low, voice like gravel, as I thrust both palms outward. From the swirling mist above me, the venom answered my will, pulling itself together into a new beast—serpentine in shape, just like its predecessor, but wilder, rawer, as though born from hate alone. It hissed, howled, and surged down like a divine curse. A second dragon. Not crafted from form, but fury. The air bent around it, a wave of venom crashing forward in a torrent of blight. It wasn’t a technique of elegance. It was pure pressure, a hammer of noxious death sent to smother, to blind, to drown. The field turned violet. The cold? I didn’t feel it. Only the taste of kill in the back of my throat.
And then, the environment changed.
The venom soaked into the earth like ink into cloth. Grass died before it touched soil. Trees wept black droplets from their bark, some splitting open as toxins infected their roots. The air itself turned heavier, harder to breathe. Every breeze felt like a swarm of needles—burning, itching, clinging. Even the light above dimmed, not by clouds, but by the sheer toxicity in the atmosphere. The battlefield became a pit, an open wound where life was repelled by the presence of something unnatural—me.
Steam hissed from shattered stone where the poison touched ice. The permafrost beneath Yamato’s feet began to erode, pockets of sickly warmth spreading through the chill, melting through it with venomous contempt. Her battlefield was no longer hers. Not anymore. I was carving my territory into it—claiming it, desecrating it.
The poison dragon tore through the air, the warmth of the toxins melting her permafrost that covered the earth as it hurdled towards her. Her mind was taxed but she still honed herself, remaining composed enough to limit and free certain aspects of her person to ensure she wasn't placed at a disadvanatge due to a miscalculation. At the last second, she veered at the last moment shifting her body with a quick side step combined with a dowards swipe with her Kanabo, enhancing the weapon and projecting a bit of her haki to lightly deflect the attack! She confidently back stepped, the poison had spread even further, spraying more toxins across the battlefield to further expand Chulainn's territory but that was apart of her impromtu plan.
120: 5. Town Level + A:+3 +3(CoA) = 11. Small Continent Level (Kanabo)
Dragon Venom: Cu Base = 120 (Town Level) + DPR: A / +3 = Island Level
Verdict: Attack is 3 DPR higher: Overwhelms the weaker attack but loses 2~DPR
Poison was an organic substance and the warmth that it radiated came from the moving molecules present in it's basic structure, and due it's origin being sourced from a living body however most poisons work through infecting the circulatory systems of it's pray BUT once halted, it proves ineffective unless directly absorbed by the victim.
She whipped her head back, swallowing a deep inhale of fresh air as much as she could. Narrowly avoiding compound infection, ice still forming as a permafrost where ever she had stepped, her chest puffed up showcasing this inhumane intake and she swung forwards. In a strong breathe she shot a beam, a wide spray of ice, exclaiming with full confidence: "Namuji Hyoga!"
Namuji Hyoga (無侍氷牙ナムジヒョウガ Namuji Hyōga, literally meaning "Non-Samurai Ice Fang"): A technique where Yamato rears her head back, takes a deep breath, and then abruptly exhales forward a dense blast of cold air at her target of choice, ideally freezing that target solid. DPR S+: 120 Devil Fruit Mastery (Ranged AOE)
DPR: 120: 5. Town Level + S+(5) = 10. Large Country Level
10. Large Country Level vs 8. Island Level = Attack is 2 DPR higher: Overwhelms the weaker attack but loses 3~DPR
(Determines the effectiveness of freezing the warm posion solid)
Starting from her right side where the poison dragon presumably continued to fly, the poison being sprung into the air, she passed over it in a sub-zero ray freezing both the toxic sludge and the venomous air solid. Her core temperature plummeted and the air around her fell to frigid temperatures as well, ice formed all around her from the drop and she aimed her beam coming forwards as well providing a powerful division in the battlefield, walls of ice meters thick formed like sharp petrusions stabbing outwards shot from her beam. The brief drop in termperature halted the dastardly poison and stopped any chances of her being poisoned from here onwards, she ran out of breathe and stopped. She regained her breathe and took this moment to think, "I hope this serves as an incentive reminder--" she began to ponder. Re-affirming herself as she stepped forward and strongly. Her words transferred and left her mouth in a brutal cry, "I hope this serves as an incentive, a reminder--" an ancient growl bellowed from the base line from her voice, as the frozen air turned to mist from her frigid blast obscured her side of the battlefield, "--that you are no match for me!"
She proudly declared!
"This will bite me if I force him to lose his cool and I end up, losing the advanatage I so clearly discovered. Freezing the poison with my devil fruit before and whilst being infected diminishes it's effectiveness considerably but I must strike him down else all will be lost." She monologued, in the brief down time of this confrontation.
Breathing heavy, a low rumble echoed in my chest as my lungs dragged in the chilled air. Tch. Frost biting at my skin, the battlefield glazed over in a flash freeze — sharp, vicious, and tactical. She was better than I thought. My fangs ached at the back of my jaw, instincts scratching and clawing to be unleashed. The reptile in me stirred, thrashing against my ribs.
'Don't think. Move. Feel. Strike.'
I dropped my weight low, one hand brushing over the frozen crust of the earth. Eyes keen and slitted, I studied the battlefield; the ice was thick, but... not infallible. Cracks forming under the slightest pressure, fissures just waiting to be pried open. Cold may slow the poison... but it couldn't erase it. Not entirely. Not while I still breathed.
I clicked my tongue, a sharp, reptilian sound — my grin splitting wide with savage glee.
"Heh... clever, little cub. But I've got venom older than the bones of this world," I muttered under my breath.
I let my body slip into instinct, the reptilian half sharpening my senses, the battlemonger guiding my hands. Toxins welled under my skin again, my sweat turning slick and oily — ready.
I rolled my shoulder back, moulted skin sloughing off with every wide, brutal swing of my spear. Pieces of it scattered and spiked into the fractured battlefield. They hissed when they landed, the air shimmering purple around them — a trap field layered with my own discarded scales, buzzing and bubbling with lethal intent.
A satisfying hum filled the air ... indigo bubbles rose from where my toxic sheddings lay. Purple waves, fine and subtle at first, pulsed outward from each point. Step wrong, even breathe too close ... and the venom would seep in, devouring from within. This was no longer her frozen arena.
This was my killing ground.
But I wasn't finished as my forearms turned in hue, showing my will with armament haki.
Pivoting low, I jammed my spear deep into the frozen soil ... the sharpened point screeched through the brittle ice and struck the thawed earth beneath. I roared from deep within my gut, from that primal place that knew only domination ... forcing Toxia through the shaft and into the ground.
The soil shuddered ... a moment of silence ...
Then BOOM ... a corrosive shockwave exploded outward in every direction.
"Toxic Mine."
Shards of poisoned ice and soil sprayed high into the air, misting the battlefield in another hellish cloud of rot and death. The ground buckled, cracks spider-webbing outward, releasing purple vapors through the wounds I'd carved into the earth. The poison wasn’t just on the ground anymore ... it was the ground.
I turned her fortress into a coffin.
I licked a sharp canine as I stood, my silhouette framed by the dark, seething mist of my own making.
"Not bad, cub," I said low, voice carrying on the poisonous winds. "But you can't freeze instinct. You can't halt the blood."
My pupils slit tighter, honing in on her figure through the mist. A slow, deliberate step forward — the battlefield alive beneath my feet with my venom, eager, hungry. Every movement she made now would be watched, calculated.
In this game of monsters, hesitation was death. And I had no intention of dying today.
Toxic spikes is being used as a DOT, damage over time so just the status effect and will inflict Major Poison
Major poison: moderate amount of damage each turn and resets if they are hit by anything that can mid poison or above up to a max of 3 times (B rank). lasts for 5-6 turns. Requires at least 71 mastery
Breathing heavy, a low rumble echoed in my chest as my lungs dragged in the chilled air. Tch. Frost biting at my skin, the battlefield glazed over in a flash freeze — sharp, vicious, and tactical. She was better than I thought. My fangs ached at the back of my jaw, instincts scratching and clawing to be unleashed. The reptile in me stirred, thrashing against my ribs.
'Don't think. Move. Feel. Strike.'
I dropped my weight low, one hand brushing over the frozen crust of the earth. Eyes keen and slitted, I studied the battlefield; the ice was thick, but... not infallible. Cracks forming under the slightest pressure, fissures just waiting to be pried open. Cold may slow the poison... but it couldn't erase it. Not entirely. Not while I still breathed.
I clicked my tongue, a sharp, reptilian sound — my grin splitting wide with savage glee.
"Heh... clever, little cub. But I've got venom older than the bones of this world," I muttered under my breath.
I let my body slip into instinct, the reptilian half sharpening my senses, the battlemonger guiding my hands. Toxins welled under my skin again, my sweat turning slick and oily — ready.
I rolled my shoulder back, moulted skin sloughing off with every wide, brutal swing of my spear. Pieces of it scattered and spiked into the fractured battlefield. They hissed when they landed, the air shimmering purple around them — a trap field layered with my own discarded scales, buzzing and bubbling with lethal intent.
A satisfying hum filled the air ... indigo bubbles rose from where my toxic sheddings lay. Purple waves, fine and subtle at first, pulsed outward from each point. Step wrong, even breathe too close ... and the venom would seep in, devouring from within. This was no longer her frozen arena.
This was my killing ground.
But I wasn't finished as my forearms turned in hue, showing my will with armament haki.
Pivoting low, I jammed my spear deep into the frozen soil ... the sharpened point screeched through the brittle ice and struck the thawed earth beneath. I roared from deep within my gut, from that primal place that knew only domination ... forcing Toxia through the shaft and into the ground.
The soil shuddered ... a moment of silence ...
Then BOOM ... a corrosive shockwave exploded outward in every direction.
"Toxic Mine."
Shards of poisoned ice and soil sprayed high into the air, misting the battlefield in another hellish cloud of rot and death. The ground buckled, cracks spider-webbing outward, releasing purple vapors through the wounds I'd carved into the earth. The poison wasn’t just on the ground anymore ... it was the ground.
I turned her fortress into a coffin.
I licked a sharp canine as I stood, my silhouette framed by the dark, seething mist of my own making.
"Not bad, cub," I said low, voice carrying on the poisonous winds. "But you can't freeze instinct. You can't halt the blood."
My pupils slit tighter, honing in on her figure through the mist. A slow, deliberate step forward — the battlefield alive beneath my feet with my venom, eager, hungry. Every movement she made now would be watched, calculated.
In this game of monsters, hesitation was death. And I had no intention of dying today.
Toxic spikes is being used as a DOT, damage over time so just the status effect and will inflict Major Poison
Toxic Mine = Cu Str = 120 (Town Level) + DPR S = +4 + Armament Haki + 2 Hardening = Small Continent Level
Toxic spikes spread across the battlefield and poison swelled from beneathe her flash-froze ice. She twirled her kanabo and retreated, putting some distance between them, a frosted cloud emmanting from her body as her ice continued to dry-freeze the air. "This is bad, too bad for me to face head on." She thought, after five powerful back dashes she opened the gap between them spacing herself from the poison being spread through the air.
"What if I trapped him in a ball of ice, would he still be able to fight me? Trapping him sounds good but how, that poison is not something to be trifled with. The slightest shift in air can spill an even greater demise, even with the poison slowly circulating in my blood stream, the last thing I need now is poison in my lungs. I can't freeze that part of my body, the icey air would shred my lungs." She thought.
She took a deep breathe in, at her current distance the gaseous fumes of the Toxins had a minimal effect if there hadn't been a gust blasting them in her airways. Frost strongly radiated off her body, a light snow developed upon her snow and at her feet, frozen mist escaped her canine jaws. "Dammit, this will be risky but if I want to keep this battle going I'll have to force it unto him." Yamato affirmed herself and girded her loins, tightening her grip on her weapon. She "felt" her body, trying her best to detect any flaws or imperfections in her body's normal function. The ice slowed the poison in her body so she had ample time to act but for how long?
"This won't be a battle of endurance, so I'll have to cautiously take him on."
She exhaled, realizing her long contemplation had spoiled the breathe she took in. A thick mist of ice and snow flowed outwards. She breathed in once again and dashed into the thick battle! The pool of poison provided a thick cage for both parties to fight within but that was no problem, the speeds at which she could move and her strength, this coffin of death will be the eggress of her worries and burdens! She leapt into the air, the thick fumes of the poison made itself abundantly known. She frosted her nose to cover her nostrils, she came down with an immense vengeance and she exploded into a thick fray of ice! Frosted winds spread outwards as the poison pool froze over!
DPR: 120: 5. Town Level + S+(5) + Ryou (3) =13. Moon Level
Verdict: 11. Small Continent Level vs 13. Moon Level; Attack is 2 DPR higher: Overwhelms the weaker attack but loses 3~DPR
The air froze, the poison solidified and Cú Chulainn was the prime target for her wrath! However she was working on a tight schedule, this battle is a pre-determined bout, keeping Cú Chulainn at a distance allowed him to continue to ooze poison unto this battlefield and push the bout to his favor and so Yamato had a bold plan. With her feet now supported by the ice, the pool's threat minimized by eliminating it's surface area and freezing a majority of the fumes that followed due to her sheer cold. She dashed for Cú Chulainn amidst this time, not leaving a moment to spare for him to set up yet another attack! She lifted her Kanabo and struck from overhead!
120: 5. Town Level + A:+3 +3(CoA) = 11. Small Continent Level
My breath hit the cold air like steam rising from fresh blood. My chest heaved under the weight of the battle. Each inhale burned, and each exhale tasted like metal. The gash across my abdomen pulsed with hot agony—deep enough to kiss bone. Blood clung to my side, sticky and thick, running over scaled skin. I could feel the damage, each heartbeat a drumbeat in a funeral procession.
My reptilian side stirred, instinct coiling up my spine, hissing warnings into my thoughts. Move. Strike. Survive. I grit my teeth as I crouched lower, hand tightening around my spear.
I glanced at the battlefield. Poison crept like veins through the cracked terrain, the remnants of my Toxia staining the air and soil alike. But the cold… the cold had suppressed its spread. Smart. I hated that.
She's not giving me time. Good. Then I don't have to think.
But even as my mind sharpened, my body trembled. Not in fear—never that—but fatigue. I’d taken too many blows. My muscles ached, every motion drawing on a reserve that felt dangerously close to empty.
Still, my vision sharpened. My heartbeat slowed. Focus surged.
“Let’s see if you can read this.”
I surged forward, channeling the heat of my blood and the haze of pain into motion.
"Dragon's Talon."
My spear twisted unnaturally in my grip, the shaft glinting under the strain of mastery. Ryou—advanced Haki—coated its surface, an invisible pressure pulsing from the point down the length of the weapon and into my arm. I twisted my hips and drove the attack forward, then—just before contact—redirected it with a jarring snap. The spear bent through air like a serpent, its trajectory veering as I commanded.
A colossal shockwave exploded from the clash—dust, ice, debris, even the lingering threads of frozen poison were hurled into the air like discarded paper. The ground beneath us cracked in wide veins, spidering out with a thunderous crack. Even my knees buckled under the force.
Pain radiated from my abdomen—my own body rebelling against the ferocity of my technique. I nearly fell, the spear shaking in my hand.
I staggered.
Blood dripped from my chin.
Then—a memory.
The taste of iron. The smell of grass and ash. The first time I fell. The first time I lost.
And across from me, standing quiet and resolute… was him.
A boy with ancient eyes and a sword that hummed with memory—Link.
He offered me his hand. Not in pity, but in respect. I remembered slapping it away.
"You're strong," he said.
I remembered those words because I hated them. Because they felt wrong. Because it meant I wasn’t strong enough.
Never again. I snarled to myself.
I couldn’t suffer another "2" in my ledger.
I couldn’t lose—not here. Not now.
With a guttural growl I raised my spear one final time, pouring everything I had left into the thrust. I channeled every last ounce of Ryou into the barbed point, the advanced Haki pulsing and flaring like a furnace in my hands. The very air around the weapon warped from pressure, thin lines of blood running down the handle from my torn palms.
I lunged—
"GAE BOLG! - Barbed Spear That Pierces With Death."
The world shrank to a single thrust aimed straight at the heart. Not the surface. Not the chest. The heart.
The path was sealed. The barbs would twist, pierce, and rupture. That was the curse of this spear—once cast, its mark was inevitable.
I felt the recoil. The backlash of channeling too much power into a body already half broken.
My knees hit the frozen earth.
My breath left me.
My vision swam with red and white haze.
Damn it…
Even my instincts were dulled now, slowed by blood loss and exhaustion.
But the strike had been made.
Whether it connected or not—I had no more left to give.
And I would not… could not—
Allow myself to taste that bitter ash of defeat again.
Not ever.
Your first attack that is Moon Level - 3 DPR = Small Continent Level
Cu Dura = City Level
Result = Super Effective
My spear twisted unnaturally in my grip, the shaft glinting under the strain of mastery. Ryou—advanced Haki—coated its surface, an invisible pressure pulsing from the point down the length of the weapon and into my arm. I twisted my hips and drove the attack forward, then—just before contact—redirected it with a jarring snap. The spear bent through air like a serpent, its trajectory veering as I commanded.
A colossal shockwave exploded from the clash—dust, ice, debris, even the lingering threads of frozen poison were hurled into the air like discarded paper. The ground beneath us cracked in wide veins, spidering out with a thunderous crack. Even my knees buckled under the force.
Pain radiated from my abdomen—my own body rebelling against the ferocity of my technique. I nearly fell, the spear shaking in my hand.
The two clashed, an explosion of force and wind drew them apart and Yamato stepped backwards. Cu Chulainn staggered, his body clearly taking on a defecit considering their difference in strength. "My strength won't dwindle, not now, not until I have completed my duty. I am Kozuki Oden!" Yamato coaxed her consciousness, taking on the burden of keeping the circulation of poison in her blood to a minimal through precise control over her ice and sheer cold, "He's strong and he's persistent. The poison is nothing but a nuisance and not to mention, my--" Yamato had to take on an additional burden.
Her mind was being lost to the mythical dog that had been gifted to her by her devil fruit, and just then, Cu Chulainn was given the perfect opportunity to strike.
With a guttural growl I raised my spear one final time, pouring everything I had left into the thrust. I channeled every last ounce of Ryou into the barbed point, the advanced Haki pulsing and flaring like a furnace in my hands. The very air around the weapon warped from pressure, thin lines of blood running down the handle from my torn palms.
I lunged—
"GAE BOLG! - Barbed Spear That Pierces With Death."
The world shrank to a single thrust aimed straight at the heart. Not the surface. Not the chest. The heart.
The path was sealed. The barbs would twist, pierce, and rupture. That was the curse of this spear—once cast, its mark was inevitable.
I felt the recoil. The backlash of channeling too much power into a body already half broken.
My knees hit the frozen earth.
My breath left me.
My vision swam with red and white haze.
Damn it…
Even my instincts were dulled now, slowed by blood loss and exhaustion.
But the strike had been made.
Whether it connected or not—I had no more left to give.
And I would not… could not—
Allow myself to taste that bitter ash of defeat again.
Cu Chulainn's might, garnered in a singular and powerful thrust. The air pressure rippled violently and his haki only added extreme testiments to his power however Yamato had been pushed into a corner, time was running out on her end of the battlefield. Gae Bolg released, she read his incoming movements, poised to dodge. At that distance and the hesitation she had due to her powers put her at a grave disadvanatage one that would not allow her to leave this interaction unscathed.
The surrounding temperature about the two began to fall, Gae Bolg released but it did not hit it's mark!! Yamato stepped into his strike, although risking killing herself she instead sacrificed a chunk out of the side of her flesh! Her focus dropped immensely and her fortitude broke, silently though her last moments of cognitive consciousness she tugged with the control of her person.
"I am Kozuki Oden!" She declared to herself, the deterioation was quick, much to quick for her to garner words. It was like a wild animal at the very center of a storm, it was quick and like a thief in the night it had come for her body. At the very corner of her mind, the Okuchi approached Yamato, it was a snowy valley surrounded by steep pure-white mountains. She stared at the mythical dog as it's graceful snout lowered to her.
"I am Kozuki Oden!" She blared at the dog, she was bewildered-- that seems to be the only thing she was capable of saying. Her mind so fixated on her desire and dream and sense of duty that, it only recalls the admiration for the great samurai who had stood against her father all those years ago, she looked up to his nobility and sacrifice, she urged herself to exude similar qualities to honor his name. Now, that declaration will be the only haunting thought filling her mind.
Her soul screamed in agony, it's words not being translated to conscious thought.
"I am Kozuki Oden-- I AM KOZUKI ODEN!!!-- I AM KOZUKI ODEN!!!"
"I AM KOZUKI ODEN, I AM KOZUKI ODEN, I AM KOZUKI ODEN, I AM KOZUKI ODEN--"
Her beastly body enlarged whilst blood profusely sprayed from her open wound, Cu Chulainn's spear hit apart of it's target but did not strike her down. Permafrost froze atop her fur and solid ice filled the gap in her side. Her eyes grew red, the smoke cloud ring surrounding her torso warped and grew black. Her teeth sharpened, her eyes reddenned and her claws grew astronomically sharper. Acting in the small space she was given, her jaws sprung wide open and her powers formed large sharp ice jaws-- She spoke, muffled and bloodlusted, "I am Kozuki Oden!"
Mythical Dance: Druid Maw of the Ice Fang!
Mastery: 120 Devil Fruit Mastery, 100 Strength, 100 Speed
A twister dash, she leapt at Cu Chulainn in attempt to clamp down upon him with the icey jaws she had made. She would then death roll with such an intensity that she'd spin like a twister, ripping and tearing at his flesh whilst dragging him through the earth, hard frozen poison!
Amplified to a point in which it's a super effective attack upon Cu.
DPR: 120: 5. Town Level + S+(5) + Ryou (3) =13. Moon Level
Blood poured freely from the ragged tear in my shoulder, hot, thick, and endless, like molten slag gushing from a ruptured forge. I could feel every drop as it escaped me, slithering down my skin in sickly warmth, soaking into the dirt below like it was trying to feed the hungry earth itself. My fingers clawed at the wound, trying to contain it, but there was too much damage. Bone jutted out, slick with crimson, shards of it grinding against each other like shattered glass being twisted in raw muscle. The agony was electric. Every twitch of sinew, every shift of skin, was a fresh scream. My hand spasmed. My breath hitched. The smell of my own blood was iron-heavy and bitter, mixing with the fetid stench of ruptured flesh. Every heartbeat echoed like cannonfire in my skull. Thud-thud. Thud-thud. A war drum heralding the edge of consciousness.
I staggered, but I didn’t fall. I refused to. My body trembled, not from fear, but from the weight of my own hate. The pain had long since stopped being a warning. It was now fuel. My lungs dragged in ragged gulps of air, burning with each inhale. My throat was raw from snarling. My vision swam in a haze of red and black. Yet even through this carnage, my mind was sharp. Focused. War-honed. I laughed through broken teeth, blood leaking from the corners of my mouth, warm and syrupy. "So this is what dying feels like," I muttered, voice gravel-thick and shaking. My heart beat faster, each pump forcing more blood out of my body in rhythmic spurts that soaked the earth and stained my legs. I should’ve dropped. I should’ve. But I’m not like the rest of them. I’m Cú Chulainn. I’m the spear. I am war.
Ryou surged through my body in thick, pulsating waves, black and bruising in color. My Armament Haki boiled out from my very bones. It clung to me like an oil slick, dirty and venomous. I felt it rise from deep in my gut, crawling up my spine like a serpent coiling around my ribs. My veins lit up, bulging, as I forced every drop of aura into my right arm. I could feel the skin tighten, feel tendons tear and regrow under pressure. Poison—followed it, crawling along the surface of my spear like a million invisible insects, fangs bared, waiting to feast. My entire body screamed, my nerves flaring like wildfire, but I grabbed Gáe Bolg and locked into my final form.
I remembered that first loss. That one stain in my record. That moment—the first moment I tasted failure—haunted me like a damn ghost. A flash of green. A boy with eyes full of purity and pain. Link. His blade struck me down in the past, but I had vowed: never again. There will never be a "2" in my losses. Not while my body still breathes. Not while my rage still burns.
With a roar that cracked my throat raw, I hurled "Gáe Bolg, Soaring Spear that Strikes with Death."
It screamed through the air like a banshee, unstoppable, reality itself trembling in its wake. The ground split open beneath it. The sky seemed to warp around its path. Everything—every sound, every breath—went silent in that instant. The very forest stopped moving. The world seemed to hold its breath.
And then.
My Conqueror’s Haki vanished.
It didn’t fade. It disappeared. Snuffed out in the split second before impact, like a candle crushed under a boot. I felt it tear away from me like a vital organ being ripped out. A hollowness replaced it, cold and terrifying. My eyes widened, instincts screaming. I tried to will it back, but it was gone.
The spear met its mark and clashed headfirst with something massive and monstrous.
A colossal boom erupted, a thunderous detonation that tore across the battlefield like a divine explosion. The impact overwhelmed my attack. Gáe Bolg shuddered, cracked, and was engulfed. The pressure from the opposing force collapsed it inward, swallowing the venom and Haki in a burst of raw power. The detonation blasted blood across the clearing—my blood—splattering the air like red fireworks. The force of the collision slammed into me like a tidal wave made of fists and fury.
I was flung backward.
The trees didn’t stop me. They shattered on contact. One after another splintered like toothpicks, bark erupting into a hurricane of wooden shrapnel. My body twisted unnaturally, limbs flailing, spine contorting midair. Debris exploded outward from the impact trail, branches and stones blown apart as my form carved a destructive arc through the forest. The force drove me into the ground with such violence that the earth cratered beneath me. Rocks cracked, roots snapped, and a spray of soil and blood erupted like a geyser.
When I finally stopped, I was barely a shape. Blood trailed from the point of impact to where I now lay, a long, grotesque smear across the forest floor. Bones jutted from beneath torn muscle. My jaw was split, chest caved. My right arm twitched, still trying to lift Gáe Bolg’s ruined shaft. Breathing felt like drowning in molten glass.
And yet, in the smoke, in the ruin... my eyes remained open.
"Not yet," I hissed between shredded lungs. "Not dead yet."
The colossal overflow of haki attracted Roland, Grog, Kurama, and Namor who were alerted and made a beeline to the scene with Vergil watching in the shadows smirking noticing a weakness in the one who called herself Kozuki Oden.
Cu's attack total would be Large Country and your attack is +3 higher in DPR, but deciding to take the brunt of the Moon Level attack bang on and make it super effective.
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