Cursed Seas and Slashing Tides

Approaching the Puffing Tom

"Gogogo! Eat my Ramen Kung Fu!"

Wanze shouted, grinning as his giant noodle arm shot toward Sanji.

Sanji sidestepped effortlessly, raising an eyebrow. "Can you get any more ridiculous?"

He leapt at Wanze, ready to strike. "Escalope..."

"Ramen Beam!" Wanze fired noodles from his nose, hitting Sanji mid-air and sending him crashing to the ground.

"Gah!" Sanji groaned, shielding himself from the sticky attack.

"Gogogo! You're useless without your kicks!" Wanze mocked, sending more noodles flying from his arm. "Multiple Noodle attack!"

Sanji grabbed two knives, slicing through the noodles with precision. He then caught them in a plate with a smirk. "Your dinner's ready."

"My noodle arm!" Wanze gasped, watching his creation fall apart.

Sanji adjusted his tie. "Knives aren't meant for fighting, but for you? I'll make an exception."

Wanze panicked, hurling everything he could grab. "You'll never beat the top agent of CP7!"

Sanji closed the distance with ease, dismantling Wanze's attacks one by one. His final kick shattered the noodle armor entirely.

"This...is the technique of a top-class chef." Sanji said, towering over Wanze.

"I…I've been cut!! Aaaah!!" Wanze shrieked, stumbling back, only to pause as he frantically checked himself. "Wait…I wasn't cut!?"

Sanji's grin was razor-sharp. "Knives aren't meant for cutting people. You should know that, considering you call yourself a cook."

Fury clouded Wanze's expression. "You arrogant—! Knife throw!" He whipped a handful of knives toward Sanji.

Sanji's form blurred as he vanished from sight. "Kick L'oeil!" He reappeared in front of Wanze, driving a powerful kick into his face and sending him reeling.

"Cool it." Sanji growled. "And surrender."

Wanze spat blood, his eyes blazing with defiance. "As if! Why would you risk everything to save a woman like her!? You have no idea of her true nature!"

Sanji's body stiffened, his eyes narrowing. Then, without a word, he unleashed a relentless flurry of kicks, each strike driving Wanze deeper into the ground. Blood sprayed from the agent's mouth as Sanji's calm fury filled the air.

"Keep talking–" Sanji warned coldly, "And I'll rearrange your face beyond repair."

"Wait, wait!" Wanze raised a hand, his other clutching his head. "I think you've already shrunk it! Fine, fine, I'll talk! Everyone knows—she's a twisted devil!"

Wanze barely finished his sentence before Sanji's foot smashed into his side, sending him flying into the wall with a resounding crash.

Panting and battered, Wanze pushed himself upright, grabbing a nearby knife. "I…I won't let you pass! I'll take your life now! Haaaaah!" He charged recklessly, knife raised high.

Sanji sidestepped effortlessly. "Three-point Decoupage!" A single, devastating kick struck Wanze in the stomach, folding him in half as he hurtled through the train car.

His body crashed through walls and debris before slamming to a halt in the second car, right at the feet of four seated agents. Their cold, calculating gazes shifted toward Sanji, who stood silhouetted in the wreckage.
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"Are we there yet!? At the Bashing Tom!?" Luffy shouted, perched atop the shark-shaped prow of the sea train.

"It's Puffing Tom! And get back inside, you'll get soaked!" Nami yelled, frustration clear in her voice.