At Marine Headquarters, a fierce battle erupted beneath the bright azure sky.
Golden light and azure lightning clashed endlessly in the air, bursting into dazzling colors across the brilliant sky like fireworks.
Yet they were countless times more dangerous than fireworks.
Lasers fired continuously from Kizaru's hands. Enel responded with a wave of his hand, sending bolts of lightning shaped like long arrows colliding with yellow light arrows in the sky. Explosions thundered without end.
"Thunder!"
Watching the constantly roaring sky, Enel grinned. "We've still got plenty to play with, Kizaru!"
As the saying went, matching outfits were not scary—the uglier one was the more embarrassed one. The same applied to similar Devil Fruit abilities.
Enel had always been proud of the Rumble-Rumble Fruit. Against enemies, his overwhelming speed naturally gave him an invincible advantage. The first time he had ever suffered a setback was at Kizaru's hands.
That frustration had always been buried in Enel's heart. In order to make Kizaru experience the same feeling, he had worked tirelessly to improve himself over the past decade.
He had also learned Dawn's "bad taste" tactic of making enemies lose their composure. He had completely copied the techniques Kizaru once used against him and developed similar skills.
"Oh? The same moves as mine. How frightening."
Kizaru watched as arrows differing only in color shot from their hands again and again, colliding and roaring across the sky. He offered that sarcastic assessment.
But the corners of his mouth, usually so punchable, drooped slightly.
Mr. Kizaru, I hope you, who always make others lose their composure, won't end up losing yours because of Enel. Dawn thought mischievously.
Even so, Dawn sat in his chair with his arms folded, calmly watching the battle in the sky.
Elsewhere, Marco, Kizaru's former opponent, had already arrived