The sun dipped low behind the trees, painting Cocoyashi Village in fading orange and shadows. The air was thick with smoke and screams. The Arlong Pirates swarmed the Straw Hats, overwhelming them with savage blows. Wooden carts and buildings splintered beneath the chaos.
From the harbor, a Navy ship glided in silently and docked. A tall man stepped down — Raizen D. Arashi. His eyes were calm, cold, and calculating as he surveyed the carnage.
He took a step forward and spoke in a low, steady voice.
"Perfect timing."
The Fishman pirates turned to face him, sneering.
One spat, "Who the hell are you? Another fool thinking he can stop us?"
Raizen smirked. "I'm no fool. I'm here to build my crew. But first..." He glanced at the battered Straw Hats. "I want to see a good fight. You all look like you could use a lesson."
A large Fishman, sickle in hand, stepped forward, voice dripping with contempt.
"A weak human threatening Fishmen? You're dead already."
Without hesitation, he swung the sickle in a wide arc.
Raizen yawned lazily, stepping aside.
"Too slow."
The Fishmen surged forward in a wave, weapons flashing.
Raizen clenched his fists, eyes narrowing.
"Deathwish Fist!" His punch exploded into a Fishman's chest. Bones cracked under the force, and the man crashed backward, gasping.
Chew, the hammerhead Fishman, charged, roaring.
Raizen caught the hammer's shaft with one hand and twisted. A sickening snap echoed as Chew's arm broke. Without pause, Raizen slammed his fist into Chew's jaw — Stormbreaker Uppercut. Chew's body flew back, collapsing in a heap.
Kuroobi moved in, his strikes fast and precise.
"Fishman Karate: Crushing Gale!" Kuroobi hissed.
Raizen blocked a kick, caught Kuroobi's wrist, and twisted it until it cracked. The pain forced a scream; Kuroobi crumpled.
"Not bad," Raizen said, voice flat. "But not good enough."
Hatchan lashed out with eight tentacles, aiming to crush Raizen.
Raizen caught one, twisted hard until it broke. The tentacle snapped with a wet crack. Spinning, he delivered a Stormlash Kick to Hatchan's side, sending him flying into a wooden cart that exploded on impact.
Blood sprayed, the smell metallic and sharp.
Raizen didn't stop. He moved like a storm, breaking bones and shattering skulls.
One desperate Fishman hurled a spear. Raizen caught it mid-thrust, yanked it free, and stabbed it through the attacker's throat.
"Pathetic," Raizen said coldly.
He grabbed another by the jaw, slammed his head into the ground again and again until the man stopped struggling.
"Anyone else?"
The remaining Fishmen hesitated, fear flickering in their eyes.
Raizen's gaze darkened.
Two of Arlong's commanders charged, snarling.
Raizen caught one by the skull, squeezing hard until it cracked — the man's head exploded with a sickening pop.
The second met the same fate.
Silence fell.
Arlong's eyes burned with rage as he charged forward, his giant saw-shaped sword cutting through the air like a tidal wave."You'll regret stepping on my turf, human!" he snarled.
Raizen didn't flinch. His stance was loose but ready, like a storm waiting to explode."Bring it on," Raizen said calmly.
Arlong swung his massive blade in a powerful horizontal slash. Raizen ducked low, feeling the wind whistle just above his head. Before Arlong could recover, Raizen exploded forward with a Lightning Jab — a punch so fast it blurred — striking Arlong's ribs hard enough to crack bones.Arlong grunted but didn't stop.
"Fishman strength won't save you," Raizen said, stepping back, circling.
Arlong roared and charged, swinging wildly. His blade clanged against Raizen's forearm as Raizen caught it barehanded.The force made his arm sting, but Raizen didn't let go. With a brutal twist, he slammed the flat of Arlong's blade into his head, stunning him briefly.
"Pathetic," Raizen muttered.
Arlong stumbled but recovered quickly, swinging again. This time Raizen dodged by leaping back, then lashed out with a Cyclone Kick that hit Arlong's knee. The joint buckled with a loud crack.Arlong growled in pain but refused to fall.
"You fight well... human," Arlong spat, blood dripping from his lip. "But I'm the king here!"
Raizen narrowed his eyes. "Let's test that."
Arlong swung his sword overhead, aiming to cleave Raizen in two. Raizen jumped, twisting mid-air, avoiding the blow, then landed behind Arlong. Without hesitation, Raizen grabbed Arlong's nose, yanked it hard — ripping it free with a wet tear — and shoved it into Arlong's eye.
Arlong screamed, stumbling back, clutching his face as blood poured down.
"You'll pay for that!" Arlong bellowed, swinging wildly and wildly.
Raizen smiled coldly. "Not a chance."
Raizen stepped in, fists flying in a flurry of punches — Bonebreaker Jab, Thunderclap Punch, Ridge Crusher — smashing Arlong's ribs, jaw, and collarbone. Each hit echoed like thunder.
Arlong was weakening, gasping, staggering.
Raizen grabbed him by the waist, lifted him up with raw strength, and tore him in half.
Blood sprayed. Arlong's scream turned into a wet gurgle.
Raizen dropped the pieces with a grunt, breathing steady.
"King of Fishmen?" Raizen muttered. "More like a dead fish."