"You bastard! How dare you challenge God!"
"Fine."
"If you're coming here, then I'll wait for you to show up in person… and kill you."
Enel, seated comfortably aboard the Ark Maxim, clearly heard Kairos Flint's declaration, and his anger flared. Such blasphemy—open defiance against God—was a crime punishable by death on Skypiea, the sky island ruled by him.
He bit into an apple, nonchalantly chewing, while keeping a close watch on Kairos and his crew's movements.
On Kairos Flint's ship:
They, too, were steadily advancing toward the sky island. But Kairos seemed utterly unfazed by Enel's anger.
To him, Enel was already a dead man walking. Why waste time getting worked up over someone who wouldn't live long enough to matter?
Their goal was clear: reach Skypiea.
Before anything else, they had to make landfall. Once they identified their location, they could then track down Enel.
Unlike Enel, who used his Thunder Fruit's powers to boost his Observation Haki and scan the entire island, Kairos and his team didn't have such an advantage. They had to rely on traditional methods.
Eventually, they touched down on the floating island. As they landed, large native beasts emerged to greet—or threaten—them.
But it didn't matter.
A wave of conqueror's Haki burst from Kairos, instantly knocking the creatures unconscious before they could make a move.
Their landing site turned out to be an isolated forest—no people in sight. So Kairos decided to search for a guide. Wandering blindly through the island would waste valuable time.
Then, high in the sky, a man riding a winged steed—a Pegasus—soared overhead. He wore full armor and carried a spear.
Kairos grinned.
"Perfect," he murmured. "A walking map."
Raising his voice, he called out, "Hey, old man up there!"
The man in the sky, Gan Fall, heard the call loud and clear. He frowned.
Old man? What happened to respecting your elders?
Still, curiosity piqued him, and he slowed his mount, Pierre.
"Hey, old man!" Kairos called again. "Get down here and give me some directions. I'm looking for that bastard Enel. You know—your grandson or whatever."
That got Gan Fall's attention. Anyone seeking Enel—especially while insulting him—had to be an enemy of the "God."
And the enemy of my enemy…
…might just be my friend.
Gan Fall turned Pierre around and began descending toward Kairos and his crew. As he got closer, he could see them clearly—eight people in total, four men and four women. None of them had wings, a dead giveaway that they were from the Blue Sea below.
"You're not Sky Islanders," Gan Fall remarked.
"We're from the Grand Line," Kairos replied with a smile. "You call it the Blue Sea."
As he spoke, his eyes kept flicking toward the winged horse beneath Gan Fall. That wasn't just any creature—it was an animal that had eaten a Zoan-type Devil Fruit.
An animal Devil Fruit user.
A treasure, in other words.
Tempting… very tempting.
But Kairos let the thought go. He wasn't that bloodthirsty.
"People from the Blue Sea, huh?" Gan Fall muttered. "If you're here for Enel, I'd advise you to turn back. He's powerful—probably more than you can handle."
He looked over Kairos and his team again. The leader—Kairos—looked more like a good-looking noble than a hardened warrior.
Gan Fall sincerely didn't want to see young lives thrown away, especially against someone as ruthless as Enel.
Robin rolled her eyes.
Not strong enough? What kind of god could this Enel be, then? A real god?
Kairos had already explained: Enel was no god, just a man with a Logia-type Devil Fruit—the Thunder Fruit. At most, he was comparable to a pirate with a 500-million bounty.
Strong? Sure. But in front of them?
He was a chicken among lions.
Kairos narrowed his eyes. "You think so, old man?"
He released a tiny wave of conqueror's Haki.
In that moment, Gan Fall's heart nearly stopped. His instincts screamed danger. It felt like a monster was watching him—preparing to end his life.
After a moment, Kairos pulled back his presence.
Gan Fall gasped for air. It had felt like drowning—like sinking into the ocean with no way to breathe.
Kairos smirked. "What do you think now, old man?"
Gan Fall's gaze shifted. This wasn't some pampered noble. No, this was a wolf in sheep's clothing.
"If you want to find Enel," Gan Fall said, voice more respectful now, "head in that direction."
He pointed toward the distant horizon. That part of Skypiea had once been part of Jaya Island, flung skyward by the Knock Up Stream centuries ago.
"Much appreciated," Kairos said.
He glanced at Pierre again. "Mind if I borrow your ride? Walking there would be a hassle. Flying's a lot faster."
"I'll return him once Enel's dead."
Before Gan Fall could object, Kairos yanked him off the saddle and climbed onto Pierre. The winged horse reared in protest, but another pulse of Haki calmed it instantly.
"Let's go," Kairos said.
Pierre spread his wings and launched into the sky.
"Nami!" Kairos called down. "You handle the priests under Enel."
"Old man—lead the way for Nami and the others. I'll catch up once I've finished the job."
Gan Fall could only watch as Kairos flew off, dumbfounded.
"My mount… he just took my mount…"
"Do all Blue Sea people act like this now? Robbing old men without a second thought?!"
But what could he do? Kairos's strength was undeniable. All Gan Fall could do was pray that this stranger could defeat Enel.
"Sir, please lead the way," Vivi said politely.
Gan Fall hesitated. "You're really planning to fight Enel's priests? With your current strength—"
He trailed off.
Because the soft-spoken woman had just swung her sword in a graceful arc, releasing a wave of energy that split the earth like paper.
Gan Fall stared, stunned.
This crew… wasn't normal.
No, they were monsters.
"…I'll take you there," he finally said, and began guiding Nami and the others through the forest.
Meanwhile, Kairos rode Pierre through the sky, drawing closer and closer to Enel's location—the legendary land of gold.
But as he arrived, he frowned. There was no gold in sight.
Of course.
Enel must have melted the gold down to build his precious flying ark.
Kairos jumped off Pierre's back and landed softly.
"Enel," he called out, voice cold and commanding, "get out here."
Thunder crackled.
With a sharp crack, Enel appeared atop a tall pillar, lightning dancing around him. Using the conductivity of the air and metal, he could move at the speed of lightning.
Such was the terrifying power of the Thunder Fruit.
But Kairos already had a lock on him.
"Those who blaspheme against God," Enel said, lightning swirling around him, "shall be judged by God."
"God?" Kairos scoffed. "You think a Devil Fruit makes you a god?"
"You're just a man with a strong power and a massive ego, Enel."
True, Enel had developed his fruit to an advanced degree.
But Kairos didn't care.
He remembered clearly—Enel had destroyed his own homeland, Birka, with no hesitation.
Could someone like that ever be called a good man?
No. Never.
"Arrogant little Blue Sea insect," Enel hissed. "It ends here."
He struck the drum embedded in his shoulder, unleashing a massive wave of lightning shaped like a phoenix.
"30 Million Volts: Thunderbird!"
The attack screamed toward Kairos.
Kairos didn't move. He simply drew his sword—Kiteiru, the Third Generation.
Ghost energy, Armament Haki, and Conqueror's Haki all surged through the blade.
With a single swing, he unleashed a red-green slash that tore through the Thunderbird like it was smoke.
"Enough with the theatrics."
"Enel… you're weak."
"To someone who's reached the emperor level like me, you're nothing."
Logia intangibility? Haki made it meaningless.
"You're done."
"Arrogant!" Enel screamed.
Thunder exploded around him as he transformed into his most powerful form.
"200 Million Volts: Raijin!"
Enel became a giant lightning god, towering and wrathful.
Kairos's eyes gleamed with interest.
"Now we're talking."
He tightened his grip on Kiteiru. The blade thrummed with power as ghost energy fused with both his Haki types.
"Let me show you what real power looks like."
Enel's thunder god form struck.
Kairos didn't dodge.
One sword. Kill the god.
His blade cleaved downward in a single devastating arc.
BOOM!!!
Enel's entire form was ripped in half—his body, his attack, and the earth beneath him.
He collapsed, a clean cut from shoulder to waist.
"Kill… a god?" Enel gasped, blood spraying. "Heh… terrifying move…"
Those were his final words before he fell.
Dead.