Vengeful Breezes

Damned Coincidence
No preparation, no method, it just came through. No form, no sound, just the collision.

"Pyuu."

Rumble overcame the skies around a certain area of the ocean, the ground of a certain island threatened to tear itself apart as it vibrated constantly, melodies created from the sheer movement of the air. Yes, when wind moved against certain objects or when it clashed with some oppositions, it found itself molded into a song, it soared against the rocks, it pushed the plants.

It crushed warriors. Even the seas that possessed no currents, no breezes, only quietness, found themselves roaring off in the distance through the motion of many waves. The same skies, which had rumbling reverbering throughout them, darkened completely, overtaken by the sheer presence and might exherted by... two people. Two people located on one of the first islands found closest to the Red Line, an island from the Calm Belt.

Nearest Sea Kings grumbled, feeling the vibrations via underwater, and swam away from that specific piece of land, gritting their teeth even as they stood a fair distance.

"Of all the people!!-" A voice sounded, though, oddly enough it wasn't swallowed by the explosions or wind. No, it carried out very loudly. "-It had to be ya'!!"

Shooting off from the frame of the person whom yelled was a gigantic trail of wind, semi-transparent and almost like a tentacle, it branched off into many segments once met with a black object. Still, it pushed said object back many meters over the ground, splicing it open as a path was forged. The branches that were created from said clash went to slice apart the surrounding forest, scratch the nearby mountain, and erect clouds of dust, much of the destruction that this melody could compose.

Such black object took the form of something akin to a guitar, shielding the form of a large man behind it. He had long blond hair and wore a tight white armor. His hair flared with the wind pressure, though, his muscles were tight and firm to wherever they stood.

"Cain D. Abel!!" The voice finished, smiling as the tentacle of air dissipated, seemingly.

"Have you not read the news, lad?" Abel mused, drawing back the Mabulrega with a single swipe of his left arm, something that further dispersed the air around him. A smile filled his face just like the man before him had. "The world already knows of your current status, the Former Shichibukai worth 1,090,000,000. Raven D. Sora."

Sora chirpped, cleaning his forehead by moving his hand in a blurr. "D, Diiiiiii..." He shouted, shrugging with a certain intensity, "Seems more of us Ds really out here, doing just whatever we want, isn't it? Pyuu..." Through the wind blew around due to their power struggle, Sora's features were unaffected by its passage. "You though... You out of money then?"

Mabulrega's blade etched into the ground below Abel, which still shook visibly. "Money? Haaah," Abel's lips curved even more upwards, a mixture of red and yellow, spikes and waves, flew around his form, "No, the Government has also offered... your seat as a Warlord."