Namor McKenzie In One Piece

As they walked through the lush jungle of Amazon Lily, the silence between the three figures was only broken by the crunch of leaves beneath their feet. Enel glanced sideways at Namor, his curiosity finally getting the better of him.

"You're acting… off," Enel said, his voice casual but laced with intrigue. "Usually, you're the most arrogant one in the room. But with these lot, you're almost… cooperative."

Namor didn't turn to look at him, his eyes fixed ahead. "I don't need arrogance to get what I want, Enel," he replied, his tone sharp but calm. "They could prove useful. I'll tolerate them for now."

Enel raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "Useful, huh?"

Namor stopped abruptly, causing Enel and Boa—who had been a few steps ahead—to pause as well. Boa subtly turned her head to listen, though she didn't look directly at them.

Namor crossed his arms and tilted his head slightly toward Enel, his voice dropping to a low, icy tone. "If they're not useful—if they prove to be a waste of time—then I'll rip every head on this island clean off their shoulders and feed them to the fishes."

Enel blinked, momentarily taken aback by the sudden brutality in Namor's voice.

Namor wasn't done. His eyes gleamed dangerously as he continued. "Then I'll submerge this island beneath the waves, where it'll serve as a tomb for its useless inhabitants. The ocean has no need for dead weight."

The tension in the air was palpable. Boa, who had been pretending not to hear the conversation, flinched visibly at Namor's words. Her sisters, walking a few steps behind, exchanged worried glances but said nothing.

Enel scratched his head awkwardly, trying to process Namor's declaration. "Well, that's… one way to handle things," he muttered.

Namor's expression didn't soften as he turned back to the path. "I'm not here to waste time, Enel. Either they help me get stronger, or they become an example of what happens when you cross me."

Boa clenched her fists, her back stiff as she resumed walking. She didn't respond, but it was clear Namor's words had struck a nerve. Whether out of fear, anger, or something else entirely, she kept her thoughts to herself—for now.

Enel, meanwhile, simply shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. "You're as dramatic as ever," he said, falling back into step beside Namor. "I'll give you that."

Namor didn't reply, his focus already shifting to the potential power he could gain on the island—or the chaos he might unleash if things didn't go his way.

…

After what felt like an eternity of walking through the dense jungle, the group finally arrived at a secluded yet grand open area. Towering stone pillars surrounded the space, and an ornate dais sat in the center, adorned with intricate carvings of snakes and flowers. Boa Hancock motioned for Namor and Enel to sit at a table that had been prepared for them, covered in fruit and water.

Namor, ever composed, took a seat without hesitation, his trident tied behind his back but his presence commanding nonetheless. Enel followed suit, looking slightly bored but intrigued. Boa, still visibly cautious of Namor's earlier outburst, sat across from them with her usual regal demeanor.

She leaned back, her arms crossed as she addressed Namor directly. "Before we move forward, I need to know more about you. Let's start simple. Name, age, and occupation."

Namor met her gaze evenly, his expression composed but unyielding. "Mckenzie D. Namor," he began, his voice calm but firm. "Age? Seventeen. Occupation? King of the seas, ruler of what remains of my people."

Boa raised an eyebrow at his confidence but didn't challenge him. "A king at seventeen, is it?"

Namor's lips twitched into a faint smirk. "Even kings can learn something new."

Her eyes lingered on him before she turned to Enel, who sat slouched in his chair, idly twirling a spark of electricity between his fingers. "And you? What do you bring to this... partnership?"

"Enel," he said without looking up. "God."

Boa's expression soured instantly. "God? You mock me?"

Enel finally met her gaze, a sly grin spreading across his face. "I don't mock. I simply state the truth."

Boa glared at him, but Namor interrupted before the situation could escalate. "Enough. We're not here to argue titles."

Boa's composure wavered slightly as she glanced at Namor. His earlier words about drowning the island and feeding its people to the sea replayed in her mind, a chilling reminder of how potentially brutal he could be. She back sat down carefully, her movements slower than usual, her piercing eyes studying him as if trying to gauge his intentions.

Namor remained calm, his expression unreadable. Enel, lounging casually beside him, seemed unbothered by the tension in the air, but Boa was still visibly uneasy.

Clearing her throat, she hesitated for a moment before asking, "What exactly... do you need from me?"

Namor didn't miss the slight tremor in her voice. He leaned forward, his tone level but firm. "I need someone to teach me Armament Haki. It's a skill I lack, and without it, I'm leaving my enemies with an advantage I can't afford."

Boa's eyes flicked to her sisters, who lingered near the doorway, watching closely. Her voice was quieter now, lacking her usual commanding tone. "And why should I help you? What guarantee do I have that you won't..." She trailed off, unwilling to finish the sentence but clearly recalling his earlier threat.

Namor tilted his head, his tone shifting ever so slightly—a rare attempt at reassurance. "If I had any intention of harming you or your people, I wouldn't have spared them earlier. I wouldn't have come to you asking for help."

Boa's grip on the table tightened. "Words mean little to me. What assurance do I have that you're not lying?"

Enel spoke up, breaking the tension with a lazy drawl. "He's not lying. If he wanted this place destroyed, we wouldn't be having this conversation. Trust me, I've seen him do it."

Boa's lips pressed into a thin line, but she nodded slightly. "Fine. If what you say is true, I'll teach you. But know this—one wrong move, and you'll regret stepping foot on this island."

Namor didn't flinch under her glare. "Understood."

Her gaze lingered on him for a moment longer before she stood, her movements hesitant. "We'll begin tomorrow. Rest for now—there's much to cover, and I won't tolerate any lack of effort."

She turned to leave, her sisters following closely behind. Namor watched her go, noting the stiffness in her posture.

Once they were alone, Enel chuckled, leaning back against the wall. "You really know how to make an impression. She's terrified of you."

Namor shot him a look. "It doesn't matter. She'll teach me what I need to know."

Enel smirked. "And if she doesn't?"

Namor's eyes darkened, a faint turquoise glow flickering in their depths. "Then I'll remind her why she should have."

Even Enel paused at that, a faint smirk still on his lips. "You're really an entertaining guy, Namor."

Namor didn't reply, his gaze fixed on the door where Boa had exited, his mind already focused on the training ahead.

…

…

The next morning, Namor and Enel were handed their training attire—bright, flowery skirts typical of Amazon Lily's warriors. Namor inspected the garment with mild indifference, his focus elsewhere. Enel, on the other hand, smirked as he tied the skirt around his waist.

"Not bad," Enel remarked, spinning slightly as if appraising the look. "Fashionable, don't you think?"

Namor raised an eyebrow but didn't respond, adjusting the skirt with a simple knot before heading out. They walked through the vibrant jungle, the morning sunlight filtering through the trees. The village was already alive with activity, but the women they passed gave them wary glances, keeping their distance.

Enel glanced at Namor as they walked. "You're surprisingly quiet this morning. Something on your mind?"

Namor didn't break stride, his voice low and steady. "I'm thinking about the training. If she's capable of teaching us Armament Haki, it'll be a turning point."

Enel shrugged. "Or it'll be a waste of time. Either way, at least the view's nice."

As they approached the training grounds Boa had mentioned the previous day, they found themselves standing at the edge of a wide clearing. The area was bordered by thick jungle, with a large open space in the center. Several Amazon warriors were already gathered, sparring with one another in quick, precise movements. At the far end of the clearing, Boa Hancock stood with her arms crossed, her gaze sharp and commanding.

She turned as they approached, her eyes narrowing slightly when they came into view. The sight of them in the skirts seemed to amuse some of the warriors, but Boa's expression remained unreadable.

"You're late," she said curtly.

Namor stopped a few paces away, his posture relaxed but his tone firm. "We're here now. Let's begin."

Boa's eyes flicked over him and Enel, noting their lack of hesitation despite the odd attire. "Very well," she said, stepping forward. "Before we start, you need to understand something. Armament Haki is not simply a skill—it's an extension of your willpower. It requires focus, discipline, and absolute control over your spirit."

Namor nodded, his expression serious. "I'm ready."

Boa's gaze lingered on him for a moment before shifting to Enel. "And you?"

Enel grinned, a spark of lightning flickering at his fingertips. "I'm always ready."

She ignored his cocky remark and motioned for them to follow her to the center of the clearing. "Today, you'll learn the basics. Watch carefully."

She raised her hand, her delicate fingers curling into a fist. A dark coating with a faint shimmer of black spread over her knuckles, her Armament Haki taking form. She struck a nearby training dummy with a quick, precise punch, and the wooden figure shattered into splinters.

"This is the strength of Armament Haki," Boa said, lowering her hand. "It's the power to harden your body, weapons, or even your strikes to damage those who would otherwise be untouchable."

Namor's eyes narrowed as he studied the demonstration. Enel looked unimpressed at first but quickly realized the potential of such a skill.

"You'll start by channeling your willpower," Boa continued, stepping back. "Focus on a single point—your fists, your palms, wherever you wish to concentrate your energy. Visualize it as an extension of yourself."

Namor and Enel exchanged a brief glance before stepping forward. Namor clenched his fists, his mind already focused. The turquoise aura of his Conqueror's Haki flickered faintly around him instead of his armament, He had grown so used to using conquerors haki that he was subconsciously activating his conquerors haki instead of armament.

Enel, meanwhile, held out his hand, sparks of electricity crackling as he tried to mimic what he'd seen. His natural affinity for controlling energy made the process feel different, almost foreign, compared to his usual abilities.

Boa watched them both closely, her sharp eyes noting their progress—or lack thereof. "This isn't something you'll master in a day," she said, her tone firm. "But with time and effort, you'll learn."

Namor exhaled slowly, his determination unwavering. "Time is something I'm willing to invest."

Enel smirked, his confidence undiminished despite his struggles. "Looks like we'll be here for a while, then."

Boa's lips twitched, almost as if she wanted to smile, but she quickly regained her composure. "Good. Then let's continue."