As the colossal juggernaut of the seas approached the shocked Konoha crew continued to awe at the upcoming terror. Everything went completely wrong with Mana’s plan. Granted, there was little of any better planning to be done as everything that went wrong went wrong not due to her poor planning but more because of a series of unrelated coincidences. For some reason it was Francho and not Flint who got her anonymous message, also Read’s ship found the island much faster than anticipated leaving so much free time on their hands before the messaged ships arrived.
A rotund tower of a man stood on the main deck of the ship. He was so tall and so thick in stature that as he stood at the front of the ship half of his body was visible from ashore and his wide shoulders with ancient oak sized hands could’ve covered the whole ship from one side to the other.
Just like his name implied Francho wore a red, gold and white coat with decorated shoulders and bunch of looted off medals and awards decorating his chest. On top of his head his long brown hairdo was only restrained by a red bandana with a bunch of cut up bent and broken ninja headband protectors stuck up like armor plates for his makeshift classic style helmet. The Pirate Lord was of his later years “ well into his fifties and had a dominating beard presence that covered his entire chest which would’ve looked rude by how strongly it burst from his shirt tearing his own apparel apart. Hanging on his belts were not handheld kunai dispensers, those were literal cannons with mechanised fuses.
Akimichi Francho was a man who found a way to make the weapon title “handcannon” sound more literally than anyone who came before him. Strangely enough the Pirate Lord wore no swords, a man of his wealth must’ve had access to plenty of them so this implied that Francho didn’t like that fighting style. It wasn’t tough to understand why seeing how tall and round of stature the man was. His short yet thick arms would’ve moved quite awkwardly and failed to cover his entire body protecting himself from sword blows.
“Which fucking dog told me to arrive one day earlier to beat that slimy sea-dog Flint to the punch?!” the man shouted out in a voice more common amongst hobos of more humid settlements than a decorated and feared Pirate Lord.
“It was Mutt!” a wave of shouts echoed amongst his crew who looked so tiny yet only because of contrast with their Lord that it was so.
Francho’s arm moved to his belt removing one of those massive handcannons and blasting it aside so fast and strongly that one half of a man got completely blown off while a whole bunch of men besides the poor soul got tossed aside and visibly injured. Then again, the full extent of their injuries was tough to assess with the poor “Mutt’s” blood covering them.
“Why didn’t anyone tell me this fucking ghost island had native savages? Who delivered this message to us!?” the Pirate Lord continued to thrash angrily throwing the whole towering ship off balance and shaking it in the seas it sailed on in the process.
“It was an anonymous message!” the crew once again rustled fearing for one of their lives since this time no one was actually to blame and therefore none of them deserved being blown to bits. “We intercepted it after leaving Flint’s waters from the Parley of the whole Nukata port incident” someone yelled out intelligibly only to those ninja that still could augment their chakra.
“Your message got intercepted before it reached Flint by Francho” Shimo explained turning his head sideways to Mana. Despite having somewhat healed most of his wounds with the pill given to him by Kusagoro the Yuki was visibly worried and angered by the appearance of this ship. They had just finished dealing with some of those seemingly invincible pirates and now it appeared that there not only was more of them but that they were being lead by one of the strongest pirates alive. One of the Pirate Lords.
“Eh, whatever… Kill those landlubbers and bring that Box aboard! I’ll try to think of a wish to ask of that bloody thing!” the man thundered out loud enough even for Mana to hear and his voice was powerful enough to disturb the seas of the already stormy water. The clouds continued to get murkier and darker as the purple lightning storms got more and more intense. The exposure of the Box to the outside world appeared to be tearing the Earth itself apart. It probably needed to be used soon…
The men on board shared a laugh with their Pirate Lord. “Aye!” some of them thundered back in return.
“All of these guys are wearing captain coats and triangular hats, just like one on Read’s ship. Most of them must be captains loyal to Francho, the guy must’ve been prepared for a full out war with Flint after coming here!” Kouta angrily noticed before giving his friends a troubled look.
“We may be better but we’re not even in our prime shape. There’s no way we can take on a crew of captain level opponents” he added.
As Francho extended his hands aside a bunch of pirates leaped out from the various decks and floors of the massive ship and aimed to land of the island. It was a literal siege of men throwing themselves at the island with the intention to murder everything at the very moment that their feet touched the ground. Having their individual and combined powers in mind it was quite likely they’d do it.
Kusagoro sighed, “Well, I guess they’re trying to kill you guys, me included. Us dying would make completing my mission a bother. I’ll kick their asses so we can finally go home” he noted as his body was no longer on the island floor after the man’s words finished ringing in the air.
One of the pirates charged his body up with blobs of magma and threw meteor sized fireballs at Kusagoro who simply backslapped those heated mountains of rock and fire aside shattering them and protecting the small mini-island beneath his feet. After the meteors proved fruitless the magma blob wielding captain launched a blazing beam of fire at Kusagoro. The man just covered his face up as his jump launched the jounin past the beam splitting it apart like an arrow.
With a crunchy head-butt the magma captain’s body was crushed and a bony snap noise suggested that Kusagoro’s head broke the man’s spine and was just inches away from piercing the man’s whole body apart. The Konoha jounin backflipped kicking off of the corpse’s falling body and his feet morphed into small cannons that slowly emanated controlled chakra flames just powerful enough to keep him in the air.
Another pair of captains around him weaved hand seals in an instant. Kusagoro’s body covered up in a crystal cocoon turning him into a pillar of diamond as the captain’s arms shifted into diamond blades slicing and dicing the diamond cocoon into small shatters meanwhile a physically strong looking fellow besides him bashed the remaining chips to dust. After a couple of slices the diamond blades got stuck in something and Kusagoro broke himself out of the diamond with an angry yell, with an easy flick of his fingers he cracked the diamond blades and the man who had shifted his own body to take the shape of the pink crystal he wielded to dust which the wind scattered.
As the powerful comrade of the diamond man launched himself at Kusagoro the man’s body disappeared in thin air reappearing behind the powerhouse and kicking him in the back area of his neck instantly snapping it. Black tendrils began tying up Kusagoro’s body that swung around and slammed him into a nearby mini-island destroying it completely. All of the captains landed on the ground activating their Art of Water Walking techniques while Kusagoro launched himself out of the water punching the head off of the Nara clan member that tied him up and attacked him before.
A whole bunch of captains tried to overwhelm the jounin one by one but as they were less and less successful as the wave went on they began piling together onto the man. One captain wearing a large white coat and wearing shades together with a hood that covered most of his head slammed his hands together unleashing a wave of attacks on an invisible scale. Another powerhouse with six arms as a result of his clan’s bloodline attacked Kusagoro head on, yet another captain focused the light around him and fused it with lightning chakra into a concentrated beam that if launched carelessly would’ve easily disintegrated the entire planet. Another captain summoned a shark-like monstrous creature that disappeared underwater before syncing up its attack with the rest of the captains as they worked at slowly chipping Kusagoro into nothingness.
And yet the jounin appeared barely affected by any of those attacks. His body bloated up as miniscule nano-sized Aburame insects flooded his body and tried blowing it up from inside but with a battlecry of great fury Kusagoro forced the insects to grind together and overpowered them reducing his body back to normal. Then with a single elbow strike backwards he broke the six armed man’s face and sent him underwater only to not surface. He placed his hands in front of the light beam pushing it right back at the man who launched it shaping his hands like a scoop that reflected the beam’s tip at the user and disintegrated half of the man’s arms. Then Kusagoro kicked the beaten captain down underwater. Kusagoro punched the shark creature right in the center of its nose as it emerged sending it spiralling to the bottom before it disappeared to never resurface
As another captain multiplied creating hundreds of shadow clones he tried to use to overwhelm Kusagoro the Jugo’s body created cannon’s on the man’s back and sides that launched simultaneous beams of chakra and as the man rotated his body around the beams cut down each and every clone before removing large chunks of the original’s body and killing him almost instantly. Then the man fused all of the cannons together into a larger singular beam and aimed it straight up since another Akimichi had expanded his body at least fifty times and tried to crush Kusagoro with his oversized foot, instead he got the foot blown off and joined his fellow crewman in the ocean gods’ locket.
A female captain finally finished forming her handseals erecting colossal chunks of manipulated seaweed from down under and forming tendrils out of them trying to tie Kusagoro down into a cocoon and snuff him out by suffocating him or dragging him underwater. The jounin barely tried to resist as the tremendously oversized leaves coming from straight underwater tied him up and began to drag him deep into the bottom. Then with a powerful shine and a violent explosion erupting from underwater the man revealed himself and punched into the captain’s gut, her chakra level failed to augment her body enough and Kusagoro’s punch ended up going right through the woman’s body. With a violent stomp to the back of her head the man sent the woman where she attempted to send him just moments before.
“Fire Style…” another captain tried to chant out the name of his technique before Kusagoro’s firm grip locked the man’s throat stopping him from naming his technique and holding the giant fireball inside the man’s lungs where it blew up momentarily sending tongues of flame and smoke from the man’s nose and eyes and killing him by tearing his insides apart momentarily.
“Wind Style: Staccato” a woman shouted out behind Kusagoro as a crushing barrage of air waves began bumping at his body but it only served as a mean of pissing the jounin off more.
“Allegro! Brioso! Adagio! Crescendo!” the woman continued to rank up the intensity of the crushing and cutting sound waves but Kusagoro just continued to walk past them without much care. The last couple did tear some of his clothes apart reducing them to smallest chunks and the final technique did open a couple of cuts on the man’s face and the exposed half of his chest sending narrow streams of blood trickling down. Still the man grabbed the woman’s neck and snapped it without much effort.
Ten more captains surrounded him beginning to bombard him with attacks. One of them summoned a strange reptilian monster creature and performed a combination transformation that made him into a gigantic lizard that tried to crush Kusagoro. Another one yet used floating plates with seal glyphs on them from which he unsealed powerful bolts of lightning. The third captain was a taijutsu user that tried to pummel Kusagoro with quick and barely visible flurry of blows, his arms were so swift that they left afterimages quick enough to make the man strike at eight spots at once.
The fourth one focused chakra into his palms shaping his hands like the jaws of a wild beast and trying to drive them like a sharp tool into Kusagoro’s flesh. The immensity of chakra emanating from the man’s hands made the air around it bend and flicker in peculiar ways the likes of which the Konoha jounin had never witnessed before. The fifth one had bandages wrapped around his arms and tried to tie Kusagoro down only to crush his bones with sheer pressure or to keep him in place for his friends to soften the man up so he could finish the jounin up himself.
The sixth captain wielded a long metal staff which broke into four pieces and moved by itself forming a square around the battlefield. The staff then attracted some of the purple lightning bolts and shaped a forcefield which then began to close in on Kusagoro trying to crush the man or to shock him lethally by the voltage of the mystical purple lightning which the Box emanated on the nearby island where the completely awed genin stared at the combat festival transpiring in front of them.
The seventh captain tried to capture Kusagoro in a genjutsu which was initiated by the harmless lightning technique. Once the lightning flash concluded Kusagoro felt his body go numb and his vision darken making it impossible to properly assess the battlefield or respond to any attacks. Then he felt the weak lightning signals intercept his own neuron signals attempting to take control over his own body. The eighth captain flashed through a bunch of hand seals covering Kusagoro in a highly corrosive goo while the ninth placed his hands in front and tried to use some strange telekinetic jutsu to pull Kusagoro’s very particles apart one by one dissolving the man into dust.
The tenth captain went through his own share of hand seals while pointing his hands at the bottom of the ocean. An island sized chunk of solid rock erected up in the air kilometres further and travelled straight above the battlefield extending all the way to the island where the Box and the genin were located. With a careless wave of his arm the captain ordered the whole battlefield to be smashed by this island sized structure.
“Enough!” Kusagoro yelled out propelling chakra through every pore of his body as a miniscule beam which fused into a powerful expulsion of chakra breaking the bodies of every single captain and disintegrating every one of their unique manners of attack to nothingness. The overwhelming pressure of the technique even killed the genjutsu user that attempted to take over Kusagoro’s mind by manipulating his nerve signals instantly ending the genjutsu. Even the island sized rock above everyone’s head got grinded into ash-like stone that began raining on the battlefield.
The remaining several dozens of captains rushed off after the kids remaining on the island but they weren’t nearly as fast as their solitary very angry opponent. The Konoha jounin dashed past the deceitful captains and stopped them in their tracks right up to the island where his hand shifted into a cannon and pointed at them.
“Chakra Shotgun!” he yelled out as the chakra beam fired off from his arm spread out like an outwards cone obliterating every remaining captain.
Despite the fact that the kids got blown back by the immense destructive force of Kusagoro’s blast the man himself didn’t appear to be much affected by the backlash of his own attack. He just coldly turned at the Pirate Lord who continued to think to himself about the wish he’d ask for the Box to fulfil only noticing far too late the destruction of his entire crew. Only the few servicemen needed to run the ship properly remained in Red’s ship, contrary to the pirates that had little choice, the Pirate Lords rarely used servicemen for combat.
“Your crew is dead, go home…” Kusagoro shouted out before turning his back and looking at Mana and the others who only now realized what had happened. This entire battle transpired so fast that both Mana and her friends were equally stumped and clueless about what transpired in front of them and where the whole crew of captains went.
“And you, little missy, go make your wish, this place is starting to piss me off” the man grunted at Mana angrily. While the rest of the young ninja still struggled to understand just what happened in front of them Mana stood up on her toes and looked right into Kusagoro’s eyes.
“I told you, I don’t want it, I don’t deserve it! Now let’s go home!” she outright ordered the man.
The Jugo just sighed and scratched the back of his head stretching his muscles out a bit. “Fine, if you don’t want that Box, let’s go home…” he grumped out under his own nose but then his feet got separated from the ground by a tremendous earthquake emanating from the giant juggernaut ship on the other size of the Box. Akimichi Francho had jumped down from the deck of his ship down onto the island fully willing to join the battle.
“Her Box!? Her Box!?” he shouted out spitting up chewed shellfish and caviar all over his rich brown beard, “This Box and this whole fucking island is MINE!” he declared pointing at himself with his brick sized thumb as his red whirly tattoo wearing cheeks twisted in a confident smile.
The conflict with Pirate Lord Red was pretty much unavoidable now…
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