Onepiece:Ares

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Ares charged at Golden Lion Shiki with another fiery punch, his red-hot fist radiating intense heat. Each strike carried the raw strength of a berserker, his mutated version of Armament Haki enhancing his power far beyond its usual limits.

The reckless squandering of his body's energy brought a primal joy to Ares, who, in his drunken haze, only knew how to strike harder and faster.

Bang!! Bang!! Bang!!

The deafening sounds of their punches echoed like thunder, each blow shaking the earth and sending shockwaves through the surrounding area.

Golden Lion Shiki, his arms aching from the continuous impact, shouted desperately, "Whitebeard! Get over here and help me subdue this maniac! He's completely drunk!"

Shiki had no intention of drawing his swords; he didn't want to seriously injure Ares. But with every punch exchanged, his arms grew numb, and he was starting to regret letting the boy drink in the first place.

Whitebeard stood nearby, watching the spectacle with a wide grin. "Ku la la la… You're telling me that even your fists can't handle Ares?" he teased.

Tossing his weapon to his crew, Whitebeard cracked his knuckles and stepped forward, his booming voice cutting through the chaos. "Move aside, Shiki! Let me see what this kid is made of!"

Shiki immediately floated back, giving Whitebeard the space he needed.

With a powerful leap, Whitebeard launched himself into the air, his massive frame soaring like a predator closing in on its prey.

"Ares! Let's see if you can handle this punch!"

His muscles bulged as he pulled his arm back, veins popping as he gathered strength. The air around his fist warped from the sheer force of his punch, creating a terrifying visual distortion.

Ares, still lost in his drunken haze, reacted instinctively. His glowing red fist shot upward to meet Whitebeard's descending blow.

BOOM!!!

The clash of their punches sent a massive shockwave rippling through the area. Dust and debris erupted from the ground, and the sheer force caused nearby buildings to groan and crack under the pressure.

Ares' feet dug into the ground, crushing the stone slabs beneath him. His legs sank deeply into the earth, creating a massive crater over ten meters wide.

The impact sent a jolt through Ares' body, and for the first time, clarity returned to his eyes. He blinked in confusion, looking up at Whitebeard. "What's going on? Newgate, why are you here? Weren't I drinking with Shiki in his room?"

Whitebeard raised an eyebrow, his massive fist still poised. "Drinking? Ku la la la… You got drunk, kid. You've been causing chaos ever since."

He retracted his fist, dropping gracefully to the ground. "At least you're sober now," he added with a smirk.

Whitebeard shook his head, both impressed and amused. "Kid, you're a monster. That punch was enough to sober you up, and yet you're still standing. Most would be out cold!"

Ares scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "I… I'm sorry. Did I cause trouble?"

His eyes shifted to the destruction around him—the shattered walls, the craters, and the wrecked buildings. "How much will it cost to fix all this?" he asked sheepishly.

Whitebeard clapped a massive hand on Ares' shoulder, grinning. "Don't worry about it. We'll take care of it. Just put in some extra effort during the next raid, and you'll repay me in no time."

Shiki, still floating nearby, scowled. "You little brat! You drank seven or eight bottles of my finest wine! That stuff's priceless! Even Bailey couldn't buy it!"

He shook his head in frustration. "If I'd known, I would've just given you cheap swill."

Ares winced. "I'm really sorry… How much do I owe you for the wine?"

Shiki waved him off, though his face betrayed his lingering frustration. "Forget it. Just don't drink like that again."

Whitebeard, unable to resist, burst into laughter. "Ku la la la! Shiki, maybe next time you should keep your good wine under lock and key!"

He then glanced at the bruised corner of Shiki's eye, where a noticeable swelling had formed. "Oh, and you might want to see John about that lump on your head. It'll ruin your 'mighty captain' image."

Shiki gritted his teeth, his face turning red with embarrassment. "I was careless! Who knew the brat would hit so damn hard?!"

Ares looked down, even more embarrassed. "It… uh… might've been me who caused that…"

Captain John strolled up, a grin plastered on his face. "Alright, enough arguing. Let's just chalk this up to Ares' first drinking lesson."

Whitebeard threw his arm around Ares, laughing heartily. "So, kid, how did it feel to knock Shiki halfway across the island?"

The golden lion's face darkened, his fists clenching. "Whitebeard! If you keep talking, I swear I'll shave that ridiculous beard of yours in your sleep!"

Whitebeard's eyes blazed as he roared, "Touch my beard, and I'll pluck every strand of your yellow mane! Let's see how you like being a bald lion!"

The two glared at each other, sparks flying between them, while Ares stood between them, scratching his head and wondering how his drunken antics had escalated to this chaos.

End of the Chapter.