Nika's Sit-Ups

"Whoosh—!"

A golden aurora carved a breathtaking arc through midair. Kizaru Borsalino's tall body turned into countless flashing particles of light, refracting in an instant to Rain's blind spot on the right at a speed beyond the limits of human thought.

"Ama no Murakumo Sword: Heaven Split!"

The pitch-black light blade, wrapped in the Armament Haki of an admiral at his peak, shrieked sharply enough to pierce eardrums as it viciously stabbed toward Rain's temple. Yet what met it was a terrifying iron fist already covered in Obsidian armor and coursing with black-red Conqueror's Haki lightning!

"Clang—!"

The violent Haki shockwave instantly pulverized the rubble within several hundred meters into dry dust. Having missed with his strike, there was not the slightest hesitation on Kizaru's lecherous old face. The instant the recoil erupted, he turned into light with another whoosh, refusing to leave Rain even the tiniest chance to force his way in for a counterattack.

"Ehh~ Such a monstrously hard fist, Rain-kun. My sword is practically about to shatter..."

A thousand meters away in the sky, light particles reassembled. Kizaru's figure floated in the air with a hint of helplessness as he rubbed his slightly numb wrist, his distinctive languid tone drifting slowly through the gloomy sea wind.

This old Navy hand, who had lived for over half a century, had pushed the shameless tactics of the Glint-Glint Fruit to the absolute limit of his life after fully carrying out Akainu's death order. He did not compete with Rain in strength, nor did he compete with him in Haki. He merely became the most troublesome golden ghost in this scorched ruin, darting left and right, using absolute light speed to conduct nearly insane high-speed harassment and forcibly pin Rain to the edge of the core battlefield.

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