Namor McKenzie In One Piece

The courtyard erupted into chaos. Fishmen charged at Namor from all sides, weapons gleaming as they roared their battle cries.

Namor stood calm and unmoving, his trident resting in his hand. As the first Fishman lunged at him—a massive hammerhead wielding a spiked club—Namor's arm blurred. His trident shot forward, piercing the Fishman's stomach and sending him crashing to the ground in a heap.

Another attacker, a scaly eel-like Fishman, leapt at him from the side. Namor stepped lightly to the left, swinging the trident in an arc. The weapon's edge struck the Fishman across the chest, sending him flying into a stack of crates.

"You call this a challenge?" Namor said, his voice dripping with disdain.

The Fishmen hesitated for a moment, their confidence faltering. But Arlong's booming voice cut through the din.

"Stop standing around and kill him!"

The mob roared and surged forward again, weapons raised. Namor sighed, spinning his trident once before gripping it tightly.

The first wave came fast, but Namor was faster. He ducked under a sword swipe, his trident flashing as he swept the Fishman's legs out from under him. Pivoting on his heel, Namor brought the trident up in a smooth arc, its prongs slamming into the chest of another assailant and sending him sprawling.

A hulking manta ray Fishman, twice Namor's size, charged at him with a massive axe. Namor smirked, leaping into the air with effortless grace. The small wings on his ankles fluttered as he hovered, evading the attack entirely. From above, he drove his trident downward, the weapon embedding itself into the Fishman's shoulder and pinning him to the ground.

Namor landed lightly, pulling the trident free as his opponent groaned in pain. "Pathetic," he muttered, glancing at the remaining Fishmen.

Several more Fishmen circled him now, clearly more cautious after witnessing his skill. One of them—a whip-wielding Fishman with shark-like features—snarled before cracking his weapon toward Namor. The whip snaked through the air, aiming for Namor's neck.

Namor caught it mid-strike with one hand, his grip like iron. He yanked hard, pulling the Fishman off balance. With a flick of his wrist, he swung the trident, the flat of its blade slamming into the Fishman's head and sending him crashing into a wall.

The courtyard grew quieter as the remaining Fishmen faltered, their resolve crumbling. Namor straightened, resting the trident against his shoulder as he surveyed the carnage.

"Is this all you have to offer?" he asked, his tone mocking. "A handful of weaklings and empty threats? I expected more."

Arlong snarled, stepping forward. "You think you're something special, huh? Let's see how you handle me."

Namor turned to face him fully, his lips curling into a smirk. "Finally."

Arlong lunged with a roar, his massive Kiribachi swinging toward Namor's head. Namor sidestepped smoothly, his trident coming up to block the follow-up strike. The clash of metal on metal rang out as Arlong's Kriribachi scraped against the trident's shaft.

"You're fast," Arlong admitted, his grin widening. "But strength wins fights, not speed!"

Arlong swung again, this time with both hands. Namor planted his feet firmly, raising his trident to block. The sheer force of the blow pushed him back several feet, his sandals scraping against the ground.

Namor's smirk didn't waver. "Strength without purpose is nothing but noise."

He lunged forward, his trident aimed at Arlong's chest. Arlong twisted his body, the prongs narrowly missing their mark, but Namor wasn't finished. Using the momentum, he spun and delivered a swift kick to Arlong's side, the wings on his ankles granting him unnatural speed and force.

Arlong staggered, his grin faltering. "You're n—not bad," he growled, wiping blood from his mouth.

He lunged again, this time with his jaws wide open, aiming to tear Namor apart. Namor's eyes gleamed with amusement. As Arlong closed the distance, Namor thrust his trident forward, the weapon's prongs slamming into Arlong's chest and stopping him mid-attack.

Arlong wiped the blood from his mouth, his yellow eyes blazing with fury. He pushed himself off the cracked wall, his broad chest heaving as he glared at Namor.

"You think you can just waltz in here and take what's mine?" Arlong snarled, his voice dripping with venom. "I don't care who you think you are, air-breather. You're not leaving here alive."

Namor smirked, his trident glinting in the sun as he twirled it casually. "Air-breather? I've entertained your tantrum long enough, Fishman. If this is the best you can do on land, perhaps the sea will lend you strength."

Arlong's lips curled into a sinister grin. "You're gonna regret that, 'submariner.'"

With a powerful leap, Arlong shot over the wall of Arlong Park, diving headfirst into the water below. The splash was enormous, and in an instant, the massive sawshark Fishman disappeared beneath the waves.

Namor tilted his head slightly, his calm demeanor unchanged. "The sea, then," he said to himself, stepping forward. He leapt into the air, his ankle wings propelling him gracefully toward the water. He dove in without hesitation, the ocean closing around him like an embrace.

The underwater world was silent but alive with tension. Schools of fish scattered as Namor descended into the deep, his sharp eyes adjusting quickly to the murky light. The currents brushed against his skin, invigorating him. This was his element, his true home.

Then, from the shadows, Arlong struck.

The Fishman's massive body surged forward with blinding speed, his powerful jaws snapping toward Namor's head. Namor twisted effortlessly, dodging the attack as he grabbed his trident from his back. The weapon gleamed with a faint, otherworldly light as he swung it in a wide arc, forcing Arlong to retreat.

"You're faster down here," Namor admitted, his voice carrying clearly through the water.

Arlong bared his teeth, his grin feral. "And you're about to learn why no one challenges a Fishman in his domain!"

With a flick of his powerful tail, Arlong launched himself at Namor again. This time, he aimed low, his claws slashing toward Namor's legs. Namor blocked the strike with his trident, the force of the collision sending a shockwave through the water.

The two clashed repeatedly, their movements a blur as they danced through the depths. Arlong's brute strength and aquatic agility made him a fearsome opponent, but Namor's centuries of experience and precision kept him ahead.

"You fight well," Namor said as their weapons locked once more. "But brute strength is not enough to claim kingship, now I'll teach YOU not to challenge an Atlantean in his domain."

Arlong growled, his tail lashing out to strike Namor's side. The blow connected, sending Namor skidding backward through the water. Arlong seized the moment, his massive jaws opening wide as he charged again.

This time, Namor didn't dodge.

With a sudden burst of speed, he surged forward, driving his trident straight into Arlong's chest. The weapon's prongs pierced deep, the water around them darkening with blood.

Arlong roared in pain but refused to back down. Gripping the trident with both hands, he wrenched it free from his body, the wound bubbling as his natural durability held him together.

"This shouldn't be enough to stop me..!" Arlong spat, his eyes blazing with fury. "You're nothing but an overconfident fool!"

Namor smirked, his eyes narrowing. "You're bleeding, Fishman. You're already defeated."

Arlong snarled, his tail whipping up a cloud of sand from the seafloor. Using the distraction, he darted to the side, his claws glinting as he slashed toward Namor's neck.

Namor caught the attack with his bare hand, his grip like steel. "Enough of this," he said coldly. With a flick of his wrist, he twisted Arlong's arm, forcing the Fishman to cry out in pain.

Before Arlong could retaliate, Namor thrust his trident forward, its prongs grazing Arlong's throat. The sharp edge stopped just short of a killing blow.

The two stared at each other, the water around them swirling with tension. Arlong's chest heaved, his body trembling with effort as he struggled against the pressure of Namor's trident.

"You've lost," Namor said, his voice steady and unyielding. "Yield, or I will end this."

Arlong's eyes burned with hatred, but he didn't move. His pride as a Fishman and a captain warred with the undeniable truth of his defeat. Finally, with a snarl, he lowered his gaze, his body going limp.

Namor released him, his trident lowering as he straightened. "Remember this, Arlong."

Namor strode out of the water, his trident resting on his shoulder, droplets cascading down his toned figure as if the ocean itself was reluctant to release him, his long dar turquoise hair pushed back into a ponytail yet strands of his loose hair rested on his face.

His sharp eyes scanned the courtyard, his battle with Arlong still fresh in his mind. The Fishmen who had survived his earlier assault cowered against the walls, too fearful to challenge him further.

As he approached the gate, the door to the main building of Arlong Park slammed open. A young woman with short orange hair came running out, her steps hurried and frantic. Her brown eyes, full of anger and desperation, locked onto Namor the moment she saw him.

"What have you done?!" she screamed, her voice trembling as she stopped in the middle of the courtyard.

Namor halted, tilting his head slightly. He studied her for a moment, noting the fire in her eyes and the tears threatening to spill down her cheeks. Her clothes were worn and tattered, and her hands were clenched into fists.

"Who are you?" he asked calmly, his deep voice cutting through the tense silence.

"I'm Nami," she said, her voice sharp. "This is my village! My home! And you—what have you done to Arlong?!"

Namor raised an eyebrow. "I've put him in his place. He challenged the king of the sea and paid the price."

Nami's eyes widened slightly, her anger momentarily giving way to confusion. "King of the sea? Who even are you?!"

Namor took a step closer, his presence overwhelming. "I am Namor D. McKenzie, the Submariner. The sea is mine, and those who abuse its power answer to me." He gestured toward the gate with his trident. "Your so-called Arlong believed otherwise. He was wrong."

Nami's lip quivered, her gaze flicking toward the building. "You... You fought him? Is he—?"

"Alive," Namor interrupted. "Though he'll think twice before calling himself king again."

Nami's shoulders sagged slightly, a mixture of relief and disbelief crossing her face. She took a cautious step forward, still keeping a wary distance. "Why? Why would you do this?"

Namor's expression softened for a brief moment. "I didn't do it for you or your people. I did it because I refuse to let weak tyrants defile my ocean."

Before Nami could respond, the sound of hurried footsteps and raised voices echoed from beyond the gate. Namor turned his head slightly, his sharp ears picking up the commotion.

The gate burst open, and a group of people rushed in—a strange crew, to say the least.

At the forefront was a young man with a straw hat perched atop his messy black hair, his wide grin giving him an almost childlike appearance despite the fire in his eyes. Behind him, a swordsman with green hair and three swords strapped to his waist moved with calm precision, his sharp gaze scanning the scene. A long-nosed man with a slingshot clutched nervously in his hands and a tall, blonde-haired cook wearing a suit completed the group.

"Nami!" the boy in the straw hat called out, his voice bright and energetic. "We're here to save you!"

Nami turned toward them, her expression a whirlwind of emotions. "Luffy..."

The one called Luffy stopped in his tracks, his gaze shifting from Nami to Namor, who stood in the middle of the courtyard with his trident in hand. His grin faltered slightly.

"Who's that guy?" Luffy asked, pointing at Namor with no hesitation.

Namor turned fully to face the newcomers, his trident lowering slightly as he studied them. "More intruders," he said, his tone neutral. "Interesting."

The green-haired swordsman stepped forward, his hand resting on the hilt of one of his swords. "You're not one of Arlong's men. Who are you?"

"I am Namor," he replied, his voice calm yet commanding. "And this place no longer belongs to your enemy. It is mine."

Luffy's grin returned, wider than ever. "Oh, yeah? You think you can just take this place? Arlong's already done enough damage!"

Namor raised an eyebrow. 'Is this kid dumb?' He thought, "And what do you intend to do about it, boy?"

Luffy's fists clenched, his determination radiating off him in waves. "If you're here to hurt Nami or her village, I'll stop you!"

The air grew tense as Namor locked eyes with Luffy, his expression unreadable. He tapped the butt of his trident against the ground once, the metallic clang reverberating through the courtyard.

"I have no quarrel with you," Namor said after a moment, his tone dismissive. "But if you insist on challenging me, you'll find I am far less forgiving than your Fishman adversaries."

The crew exchanged glances, the tension between them palpable.

"Wait!" Nami shouted, stepping between Namor and the Straw Hats. "Stop! He's not the enemy!"

The crew froze, their eyes widening as they stared at her.

"What are you talking about, Nami?" the long-nosed man asked. "He looks like bad news to me!"

Nami shook her head, her voice firm. "He... He fought Arlong. He beat him. If he wanted to hurt me or this village, he would've already done it."

The crew hesitated, their weapons lowering slightly as they processed her words.

Namor straightened, his gaze sweeping over the group once more. "I suggest you take your friend's advice," he said, his tone cold. "Leave. This is no longer your concern."

Luffy's grin faded, replaced by a serious expression. "I don't care who you are," he said, stepping forward. "If you're gonna take this place and make it worse, I won't let you!"

Namor's eyes narrowed, "Unbelievable, are you truly so clueless?" the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "You've got spirit," he said, his voice low. "Very well. Let's see if you're worthy of standing in my way."