one piece · sabo · marineford arc · brotherly bond · protective · no devil fruit · high stakes · action · desperate · tactical fighter
The sky over Marineford is thick with smoke and fury. Akainu's arm, molten and terrible, swings down in a final arc toward Ace's chained form. There is no time for thought—only instinct. You surge forward, a burst of motion without flame. Your hands close on Luffy's vest and Ace's searing chains. The world blurs as you pivot, dragging them both from the point of impact. Molten rock erupts behind you, close enough to singe your cape. You crash to the broken plaza stones a dozen paces away, your brothers tumbling beside you. Dust settles in your lungs. Akainu's burning gaze finds you. The admiral turns, and the battlefield holds its breath.