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The bow of the Merry—Luffy's usual perch—was now occupied by Nami, her Clima-Tact crackling with golden lightning.
Fueled by rage, her cold eyes locked onto Arlong and his two remaining officers.
"ARLONG!!!"
"I'm here to take revenge on you!!!!"
Her voice wasn't particularly loud, but the hatred in it surged toward the sky.
At that moment, Nami's tightly wound emotions finally snapped.
The memory of her mother's death.
Eight years of silent suffering.
Tears welled up at the corners of her eyes, but before they could fall, they sizzled away—burned by the sheer intensity of her electricity.
'Bellemere, do you see this?'
'I… I can finally avenge you!!!'
Lightning flashed.
Nami activated Zippy Zap and shot off the Merry like a streak of golden light.
Her agility allowed her to move swiftly across the floating debris of Arlong Park, hopping from wreckage to wreckage.
In the blink of an eye, she had reached land—standing alone against the three remaining officers of the Arlong Pirates.
"It really is you, Nami!?"
Arlong's initial surprise was quickly consumed by rage.
"Did you fire that cannonball just now!?"
Nami's response was immediate.
"That's right!"
"After eight years, I can finally take revenge for Bellemere and my village!!!"
"Arlong, your time is up!"
ZAP—!!
Bright electricity danced along Nami's hands as she spun her Clima-Tact in a blur.
Hot and cold bubbles shot out from both ends of the staff, filling the air with unstable currents.
Meanwhile, back on the Merry, the rest of the Straw Hats had gathered at the bow, watching the unfolding confrontation.
The gentle waves carried the ship closer to the ruined remains of Arlong Park.
Usopp—his hair and skin finally back to normal—nervously gripped a small slingshot.
"Are you sure she doesn't need our help?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.
"Those fish-men don't look easy to deal with!"
Even though Nami was now level 18 and had eaten multiple unused attribute candies, making her much stronger…
Usopp's personality wouldn't let him see himself—or Nami—as a real powerhouse just yet.
"She doesn't need help!"
Luffy, with one hand on his straw hat, grinned as he watched Nami stand her ground.
"This is her fight. If we interfere…"
He chuckled.
"She might beat us up instead!"
Luffy, who had taken plenty of Nami's punches over minor things, had no desire to voluntarily provoke her wrath.
"Usopp, don't underestimate Nami just because she's a girl."
Red smirked as he added,
"Careful, or she might deduct your pocket money."
"Hey, hey! I was just worried about my friend!"
Usopp immediately threw up his hands in surrender.
Now that he was working toward becoming a great sea warrior, he needed tons of money to develop stronger weapons and ammo.
Losing his allowance? That would be a death sentence!
Click.
Sanji lit another cigarette, taking a slow drag as he exhaled a plume of smoke.
He had a better understanding of women than anyone else here…
And he had definitely noticed when Nami had cried.
"To make a beautiful lady like Nami shed tears… These fish-men don't deserve a quick death."
"Hmph. The deep-sea race, huh?"
Zoro, standing at the edge of the deck, continued his squats while balancing a metal block on his back.
"I wonder what they'll look like when they're cut down."
Since coming to grips with the reality of the world's power levels, his hunger to grow stronger had become insatiable.
With the miraculous healing from the Pokémon Center, he didn't even need to worry about hidden injuries or long recovery periods.
So for the past few days, he had been pushing his body past its limits—constantly.
And because of his insane training regimen, none of the Straw Hats had been able to slack off, either.
Everyone had become a King of Hard Work just to keep up.
Even Red was using Ancient Power to temper himself at all times.
As the crew laughed and talked among themselves, tension crackled in the air.
The battle at Arlong Park was about to begin.
After realizing that Nami was responsible for the destruction of Arlong Park, the rage of the fish-men became almost tangible.
"Damn humans! I should have killed all of you from the start!!!"
Chew, the ill-tempered smelt-whiting fish-man, could no longer contain himself.
He swallowed deeply, his throat bulging as he prepared to unleash one of his deadliest techniques—
With his ventriloquist-like ability, he could fire water at the speed of a cannonball!
But before he could finish—
Nami's figure flickered—then vanished.
Her cold voice echoed from the void.
"You're the ones who belong in hell!"
"Mirage!"
By manipulating air density, Nami bent light itself, rendering her body invisible.
This was a technique only someone with an intimate knowledge of climate could master!
"What!?"
Arlong, Chew, and Kuroobi froze in shock.
Before they could react—
A sharp voice rang out from beside Chew.
"IDIOT! Where are you looking!?"
"Thunderbolt!!!"
BOOM!!!
A surge of electricity tore through the battlefield, its brilliant light flashing like the wrath of a god!
The bolt struck Chew dead-on, his entire body engulfed in a storm of crackling lightning.
"AAAAAHHHHHH!!!"
Chew let out a bloodcurdling scream, his body convulsing violently as the electric current burned him from the inside out.
Arlong and Kuroobi instinctively stepped back, their eyes wide.
By the time they snapped out of their shock and moved to help—
It was already too late.
Since the battle at Baratie, Nami had reached Level 27!
With a three-digit Special Attack stat and years of bottled-up hatred, her lightning burned brighter than ever before!
In just seconds, Chew's charred body dropped to the ground with a thud.
His flesh sizzled, releasing an unmistakable aroma—
Grilled Fish.
"CHEW!!!"
Kuroobi's eyes bulged in horror.
Arlong's fury erupted like a volcano.
"NAMI!!! I'LL KILL YOU!!!"
He bared his sharp fangs, muscles tensing as he lunged forward like a rabid beast.
But the moment his claws swiped at her—
SWOOSH—
A gentle breeze whistled through the battlefield.
Nami's figure became an afterimage.
She had disappeared again.
"Gah!?"
Arlong nearly tripped from his own momentum.
Before he could turn to search for her—
His pupils shrank.
"CROOBI, BEHIND YOU!!!"
Kuroobi, a karate master among fish-men, instinctively reacted to Arlong's warning.
His powerful legs tensed, and with inhuman strength, he leapt into the air—
Just in time.
Because the moment his feet left the ground,
Nami appeared beneath him—Clima-Tact brimming with lightning!
Had he been a second slower…
He would have suffered the same fate as Chew.
"Damn it! When did this woman become so powerful!?"
"Is it a Devil Fruit!?"
The sparking electricity sent a shiver down Arlong's spine.
This reminded him of something.
A terrible memory.
Back then…
Under the blinding light of another human's overwhelming power—
He had been defeated in an instant.
A man who didn't even use a sword.
And now, that same feeling of powerlessness was creeping in.
But just as Arlong and Kuroobi thought they had avoided Nami's attack—
She flashed them a sweet smile.
"Not bad reflexes~"
"But just a friendly reminder…"
"Today is a rainy day~"
Her voice was lighthearted—almost playful.
The fish-men's expressions twisted in confusion.
Then—
WHOOSH!!!
A heavy downpour suddenly erupted from the sky, soaking everything in sight.
Rainwater drenched Kuroobi from head to toe.
"Wha—!?"
Both Arlong and Kuroobi looked up in shock.
They hadn't even noticed the storm clouds gathering.
By the time they realized—
It was too late.
Nami raised her Clima-Tact, her smile never fading.
"Heavy Rain!!!"
And then—
"Thunderbolt!!!"
CRACK—BOOM!!!
A colossal lightning bolt exploded from the heavens!
At some point, a thick layer of storm clouds had completely blanketed the sky, drowning out all sunlight.
For a moment—
Only one source of light remained.
Nami.
A living storm goddess, wielding the very power of the skies.
And right now—
Her mood was anything but merciful.
"GO TO HELL, FISH-MEN!!!"
KABOOM!!!
A towering pillar of lightning came crashing down—obliterating everything in its path!
Kuroobi never stood a chance.
The instant the electric surge connected with the rain-soaked fish-man—
He was devoured by the storm.
Thunder roared.
A tortured scream ripped through Arlong Park.
The roar of thunder and the wails of agony mixed into one haunting chorus—echoing across the entire battlefield.
For tens of seconds, the storm raged.
Until finally—
The dark clouds dissipated.
The crackling wrath of the storm vanished.
And the sun once again shone over Arlong Park.
Standing beneath the golden light, drenched from the rain, was Nami.
Somehow, even in this chaotic battlefield—
She looked more beautiful than ever.
She rested her Clima-Tact against her shoulder and calmly stepped forward, her cheap sandals squelching against the wet ground.
Finally, she stopped before the last remaining fish-man.
Arlong.
She slowly raised her head, locking eyes with him.
Her expression was eerily calm.
A bright smile played on her lips.
And then—
"So..."
"You're next, Arlong!!!"