In the Fabophase of Egghead, Kizaru began his battle with Sentomaru.
Sentomaru stood firm, feet planted, axe in hand, teeth gritted as he faced the Admiral head-on. He called Kizaru his uncle, and he had always proclaimed himself to possess the strongest defense in the world. When they clashed, the impact detonated through the air—violent explosions of force and light that lit up the island like fireworks. Shockwaves rippled across the structures, kicking up dust and shards of broken metal with every exchange.
At the same time, the nine Vice Admirals moved.
All at once, they launched into the air using Moon Walk, their boots striking the sky in rapid steps as they shot toward Egghead like a coordinated volley. Pacifista units were already waiting on the island, lined up and ready, heads tilting as their mouths opened to fire.
But cannonballs screamed through the air and blanketed the Pacifista positions, bursting into smoke and debris. In that brief cover, the Vice Admirals landed hard, boots cracking the ground, and immediately broke into a sprint—charging forward without hesitation.
The Navy ships continued to provide cover fire for the advancing Vice Admirals.
Then the Sea Beast Weapons emerged.
Mechanical leviathans rose from the depths with roaring metal cries, surging into the fleet with overwhelming force. Steel jaws snapped down on hulls. Massive tails and armored heads slammed into ships, splintering planks and crushing cannons as entire vessels were ripped apart and dragged into the sea.
One Vice Admiral stood out immediately—an older man with an absurdly long head and multiple heavy chins. He swung a gigantic punch into a hippo-shaped Sea Beast Weapon, the blow powered by a steam-based weapon that hissed violently as it released pressure.
Vice Admiral (roaring): Steam Knuckle!
The punch landed like a battering ram. The cyborg beast's head snapped sideways, metal plating denting inward as the impact boomed across the water.
Elsewhere, other Vice Admirals engaged three Pacifista units at once, striking with brutal precision and overwhelming them, forcing the cyborg soldiers down before they could regain a firing formation.
But the center of the chaos remained the same.
Sentomaru kept fighting.
He thrust his palm forward again and again, sending out heavy shockwaves that tore through the air in visible pressure bursts. The force was real—strong enough to crack structures and kick up waves of debris.
Unfortunately, he was fighting light itself.
Kizaru slipped through the attacks as if they were nothing, dissolving into beams and reappearing at angles that made Sentomaru's defense feel slower by the second. He moved like a living laser—flickering around his old friend so fast that Sentomaru couldn't even properly track him.
Sentomaru tried to shift, to brace, to raise his defense—
But he was a fraction too late.
Kizaru's leg flashed.
A kick landed cleanly.
Sentomaru was launched backward like a cannonball, smashing into a building with a violent crash. The structure buckled, glass and metal exploding outward as he skidded through the wreckage.
Before Sentomaru could fully recover, Kizaru rose into the sky and began unleashing a barrage of light lasers downward, raining destruction in a relentless stream. The beams carved into the ground, sliced through broken walls, and detonated into sparks and fire wherever they struck.
