Senga stood there with his arms crossed. He had been within the range of "Purple Kirin's" attack, but as Ability User of the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, lightning was an integral part of his body, making it impossible for him to be harmed by his own attack.
On the other hand, Shanks is in a much worse state; in fact, he could be described as disheveled.
His once smooth Red-Haired was now a mix of red and black, all the strands curled up by the lightning strike. His upper body clothing had completely disappeared, and even his shorts had one leg blown off, almost reaching his Root.
However, the most noticeable change in Shanks is his missing arm.
His left arm was gone, and charred wounds were visible at the break. He was kneeling on the ground, supporting himself with his sword with his remaining arm, his head down, seemingly lost in thought.
Senga wasn't about to let Shanks just stand there as a "thinker." He lowered his arms and walked towards Shanks, his body instantly covered in Destructive Armament, ready to deliver the final blow to Shanks.
Shanks was kneeling on the ground, also sensed the approaching danger. He suddenly raised his head, and his eyes were flashing with an eerie red light.
"Um?"
Senga stopped in his tracks. The aura emanating from Shanks gave him a very familiar feeling, just like the one he had felt in Mary Geoise.
The red light in Shanks' eyes flickered for a moment before gradually fading. He rose from the ground, his face cold as he looked at Senga.
He was truly enraged, because he had almost died from that Purple Kirin attack. Although he managed to block the attack by channeling all his strength into his left arm at the last moment, he paid the price of losing his left arm, a price that was undeniably heavy.
Senga certainly didn't care about Shanks' feelings. In his opinion, Shanks with both arms intact looked awkward no matter how you looked at him, but now that he had lost an arm, he looked much more pleasing to the eye.
However, recalling the unusual thing she had sensed from Shanks earlier, Senga casually said something...
"Red-Haired Shanks, what kind of relationship do you have with the World Government?"
Upon hearing this, Shanks' pupils contracted. He had indeed maintained contact with the World Government, but it was a highly secretive matter. How did Uchiha Senga know about it?
This matter is of utmost importance, and he absolutely cannot allow it to become a reality. Thinking this, Shanks said sternly.
I don't understand what you're saying!
"Oh? It seems I guessed wrong. Alright then. I was initially thinking you were with the World Government, but since you're not, I'm relieved."
What are you worried about?
"I'll take care of you without worry."
After saying that, Senga disappeared from Shanks' sight and reappeared above him in the next second.
Shanks' pupils contracted as he realized what was happening, and he was about to swing his sword to strike, but Senga was faster. At this moment, his right leg had already transformed into an elemental form, turning into a purple lightning bolt that smashed down on Shanks' severed arm.
Purple lightning bolts erupted from beneath Senga's feet, causing the ground to collapse once more. Shanks, finally unable to withstand the attack, collapsed to the ground.
Stepping on Shanks' chest, Senga didn't intend to say anything to him this time. Instead, she raised her hand and slammed it down hard on Shanks' chest.
Suddenly, a black hole appeared where Shanks was lying, swallowing his body but excluding Senga.
Shanks' body disappeared, and Senga's attack missed its mark, with poor Daichi once again taking the brunt of the punch.
Senga stared blankly at the spot where Shanks had disappeared, his face expressionless, as if talking to himself.
"Yomotsu Hirasaka? This is getting more and more interesting. Are you finally about to lose your temper?"
Mary Geoise, Among the Flower Chamber
A figure sat enthroned on the throne; it was none other than Imu, the true mastermind behind the World Government.
His figure remained hidden in the shadows, with only his red eyes, adorned with eerie patterns, visible as he gazed at the ground below.
A black hole appeared out of nowhere on the ground, like a black plate that served Shanks before disappearing.
Shanks struggled to his feet. Although he had been saved by the black hole, there was no surprise or joy on his face. As soon as he stood up, he stared intently at Imu.
Imu was also looking at Shanks, but his gaze was so cold, as if he were looking at an ant.
Shanks and Imu stared at each other for a moment, then Shanks gave Imu a mocking smile and shouted,
"What's wrong? The usually mysterious Lord Imu actually saved a lowly pirate like me this time? Is he reluctant to let me die?"
The instant Shanks finished speaking, his expression suddenly turned extremely painful, and he knelt down again, facing Imu on the high platform in a kneeling posture.
This posture made Shanks feel incredibly humiliated, but even more so, a deep sense of powerlessness. He lowered his head, as if resigning himself to his fate.
Seeing that Shanks had calmed down, Imu, sitting on the throne, slowly spoke.
"I remember I already told you about the danger of Uchiha Senga, why didn't you listen to my advice and still insisted on fighting him?"
"This was an accident; I never expected him to suddenly appear in a small Foosha Village."
"Nothing is unexpected. He has similar abilities to me, and we can also teleport. Distance doesn't matter much to him. The reason you were beaten up like this is entirely because of your arrogance. You actually dared to go to the East Blue."
"I was just visiting a friend."
"Friends? Ha, you think I don't know? That brat is the 'hope' you've found, isn't he? You've really been influenced by Roger."
Upon hearing Roger's name, Shanks trembled, and he spoke in an extremely suppressed tone,
"At least he showed me what freedom is, and he let me see..."
At this point, Shanks suddenly looked up, his face filled with murderous intent as he glared at Imu.
"You've given me hope of killing you!"
Upon hearing Shanks's hateful words, Imu burst into laughter.
"Hahahaha! How naive! But it's fine, then. Hate me as much as you want. The stronger your hatred, the higher your value. I'll keep that brat for you, because I want to enjoy the look of despair on your face later!"
Shanks was trembling with rage, clutching the broken part of his left arm without uttering a word.
Imu stopped laughing, glanced at Shanks' severed arm, and said disdainfully,
"Overestimating yourself, consider that arm a lesson learned!"