Zoro stood at the center of the Milky Road, his boots crunching on the strange, frozen clouds. Before him stood Ohm, the Sky Breeder, his presence as cold and unyielding as the iron he commanded. Between them lay the "White Barbed Death Match"—a chaotic web of invisible, razor-sharp iron wires that hummed with a low, predatory vibration.
Zoro leaped, not away, but directly into the heart of the barbed storm. "108 Pound Phoenix!" 177 : The Ordeal of Iron! White Barbed Death Ma...
He closed his eyes. If Ohm could read his mind, Zoro would stop thinking. He focused on the breath of the iron—the vibration of the barbs, the tension in the whip. He wasn't looking for a gap in the wires; he was looking for the soul of the metal. Zoro stood at the center of the Milky
The fog began to lift, revealing the path forward. The ordeal was over, but the war for the sky had only just begun. Zoro leaped, not away, but directly into the
Zoro stood at the center of the Milky Road, his boots crunching on the strange, frozen clouds. Before him stood Ohm, the Sky Breeder, his presence as cold and unyielding as the iron he commanded. Between them lay the "White Barbed Death Match"—a chaotic web of invisible, razor-sharp iron wires that hummed with a low, predatory vibration.
Zoro leaped, not away, but directly into the heart of the barbed storm. "108 Pound Phoenix!"
He closed his eyes. If Ohm could read his mind, Zoro would stop thinking. He focused on the breath of the iron—the vibration of the barbs, the tension in the whip. He wasn't looking for a gap in the wires; he was looking for the soul of the metal.
The fog began to lift, revealing the path forward. The ordeal was over, but the war for the sky had only just begun.