Onepiece: I'm Gojo Satoru

The tension was thick as Cullom and Ember faced off aboard the pirate ship. Ember, the infamous second-in-command of the Beasts Pirates, exuded a mix of confidence and contempt as he regarded Cullom with a sharp gaze.

"Dragon didn't dare face me himself?" Ember sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "Sending a woman to challenge me is an insult."

Cullom's grip on her sword, **Winter Snow**, tightened as she stepped forward, her tone calm but resolute. "To deal with you, a general isn't necessary. I'll settle this myself."

The blade of Winter Snow, one of the famed 21 Great Grade Blades, gleamed under the sun, its icy aura amplifying the oppressive sword intent emanating from Cullom. As she unsheathed the sword, her presence alone seemed to cut through the air, forcing even Ember to take her more seriously.

"Incredible," Ember muttered, his expression growing solemn. "For a swordswoman, your dedication and talent are impressive. But challenging me will be the gravest mistake of your life. I'll end this quickly."

Without hesitation, Cullom launched her first strike. A wave of snow-white sword energy flew toward Ember, slicing through the air with terrifying precision. Ember met her attack head-on, drawing his blade and unleashing a powerful counterstrike. A wave of dark energy surged forward, colliding with Cullom's slash. The sheer force of the clash sent shockwaves rippling through the ship, leaving deep marks on the deck.

The pirates who accompanied Ember scurried to safety, knowing they were outmatched. The violent clash of sword intent was overwhelming, a display of strength only two top-tier swordsmen could produce.

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Cullom wasted no time, closing the distance with lightning speed. Using her mastery of the Six Powers, she appeared above Ember in an instant, bringing her blade down in a fierce arc. Ember met her attack effortlessly, their swords colliding in a flurry of sparks.

"You're fast," Ember acknowledged, his tone grudgingly respectful. "But speed alone won't save you."

Cullom gritted her teeth, unleashing a barrage of attacks. Each strike was faster and more precise than the last, but Ember's monstrous physique and endurance allowed him to deflect her blows with ease. His dark eyes gleamed with amusement as he began to push her back.

"Your sword intent is impressive," he remarked, "but your body betrays you. You lack the strength to back up your skill."

"Shut up!" Cullom snarled, her blade flashing in defiance. "Keep your pity. I'll carve my victory into your flesh!"

The two swordsmen continued their deadly dance, their strikes ringing out like thunderclaps. Sparks flew as Ember's superior strength and stamina began to show. Cullom's attacks slowed as fatigue set in, but her determination never wavered.

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Ember's smirk widened as he deflected another slash, forcing Cullom to retreat. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, but she refused to falter. Yet, the gap between them was undeniable. Ember's monstrous strength, superior speed, and unyielding stamina overwhelmed her at every turn.

"It's over," Ember declared. "You've fought well, but I'll end this with respect for your skill."

His blade ignited with flames as he prepared his signature technique. "Fire Dragon Emperor!" A massive dragon-shaped blaze surged toward Cullom, roaring with the intensity of an inferno.

Cullom's heart pounded as she braced herself. Her sword intent flared, and she prepared to counter the attack, knowing the cost would be high. Before she could strike, a shadow appeared in front of her.

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"Well done," a calm, familiar voice said. "Leave the rest to me."

Cullom's eyes widened as the flames consumed them both, but she felt no heat. The inferno swirled harmlessly around her as the figure standing before her radiated an aura of absolute dominance.

As the flames dissipated, the battlefield cleared to reveal Satoru standing tall, his calm expression unshaken. He turned his head slightly toward Cullom. "You've done enough. Go back and rest."

"Yes, sir," Cullom replied, retreating with the **Moonwalk** technique. She knew staying would only get in the way.

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Ember's eyes narrowed as he faced the man who had haunted him since Kaido's words rang in his ears: **"You are not his match."**

"So, you've finally decided to show yourself, Dragon," Ember growled, his voice dripping with menace.

Satoru's gaze locked onto Ember, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Let's see if you can back up all that bravado."