Namor McKenzie In One Piece

Namor walked away, his trident dragging lightly behind him. He didn't glance back at the destruction left in his wake. His body ached, but he refused to show weakness.

"Wait," Enel called out, his voice rough.

Namor stopped but didn't turn. "You're lucky I didn't finish you," he said coldly. "You should stay down."

Enel coughed, forcing himself to sit up. "You call yourself a king," he said, his tone sharp despite the pain. "What kind of king lowers himself to fight like that?"

Namor turned slightly, his expression unreadable. "The kind who survives," he said. "You wouldn't understand."

Enel managed a weak laugh. "Maybe I do," he muttered. "Outcasts like us don't belong here, no matter how powerful we are."

Namor's eyes narrowed. He didn't reply for a moment, but his grip tightened on his trident.

"And what about you?" Namor asked, his voice calm but cutting through the silence. "What's your grand goal? What could a so-called god possibly want in this world?"

Enel opened one eye, glancing up at him. "What I want," he said slowly, his usual confidence strained by his injuries, "is to reach the endless land. The true heavens. A place where no one can challenge me. A place beyond the limits of this miserable world."

Namor tilted his head, intrigued. "Endless land?" he repeated. "Sounds like a fantasy."

"It's real," Enel snapped, his pride flaring for a moment. "It's a place only worthy beings can reach. A land of infinite sky. No seas, no filth, no distractions—just perfection."

Namor's gaze hardened. "And you think that makes you a god?"

Enel chuckled weakly, wincing at the pain it brought. "You wouldn't understand, king of the sea," he said mockingly. "You cling to something as mundane as water. My domain is the heavens themselves."

Namor took a step closer, his sandals crunching against the scorched ground. "You call yourself a god because you're strong, but all I see is someone running away," he said. "Your so-called endless land isn't a goal. It's an escape."

Enel's smirk faded, replaced by a glimmer of anger. "Escape?" he echoed. "What would a creature of the sea know about ambition? You swim in circles, chasing a kingdom you don't even have. At least I aim for something greater."

Namor's grip on his trident tightened, but instead of reacting with anger, he gave a low chuckle. "Ambition without foundation is delusion," he said. "You don't even know what you'll do when you reach this endless land of yours, do you?"

"I'll rule it," Enel said simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Namor raised an eyebrow. "Rule what? Empty skies? Who would follow you there?"

Enel fell silent, his gaze lowering slightly. For the first time, his arrogance faltered. He seemed to search for an answer but found none.

Namor watched him for a moment, then sighed. "You have power, I'll give you that," he said. "But power without purpose is wasted."

"And what about you?" Enel shot back, his voice sharp despite his exhaustion. "What's your purpose, Namor? What are you fighting for?"

Namor's expression darkened, his eyes narrowing slightly. "I fight for my people," he said, his voice steady but carrying a weight that silenced Enel. "I fight to rebuild what was taken from me. To restore my kingdom. My Atlantis."

Enel scoffed, though there was less venom in it this time. "People," he muttered. "I don't see anyone following you."

Namor smirked faintly. "Not yet," he said. "But they will. A king doesn't need to chase followers—they come to him when they see his strength."

Enel leaned his head back, closing his eyes as if to dismiss the conversation. "Hmph. Strength. In the end, that's all that matters."

"And yet you lost," Namor reminded him, his tone sharp.

Enel opened his eyes again, glaring at Namor, but he didn't argue. Instead, he waved a hand dismissively. "Go, then," he said. "Take your strength and chase your little dream. But don't forget, king of the sea—this world doesn't forgive weakness."

Namor didn't respond immediately. He stared down at Enel for a moment, his expression unreadable.

"You want the heavens, don't you?" he said, his voice cutting through the silence.

Enel's head tilted slightly, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. "What are you getting at, king of the sea?"

Namor turned fully to face him, his expression as unreadable as the ocean depths. "You're lost, Enel," he said bluntly. "You have power but no purpose beyond a dream you can't even reach on your own."

Enel bristled at the words, electricity crackling faintly around his battered form. "And what would you know of it?" he spat. "You speak of purpose, but you're wandering this world without followers, clinging to a dream of rebuilding a kingdom that no one even remembers."

Namor's smirk was sharp, cutting. "A king's strength lies not only in his power but in his ability to turn the lost into the loyal," he said. "You're strong, Enel, and you're ambitious. But you lack direction."

Enel sneered, though his usual arrogance seemed dampened. "Are you suggesting I take direction from you?" he asked, his tone laced with mockery.

Namor stepped forward, his gaze steady and unrelenting. "You're not wrong to dream of conquering the heavens," he said. "But if you want to reach those endless skies, you'll need more than lightning and pride. You'll need someone who understands what it means to rule. Someone who can offer you the resources and support to make that dream a reality."

Enel's eyes narrowed. "And you think that someone is you?"

Namor nodded, lowering his trident to rest its tip on the ground. "Join me," he said simply. "Help me rebuild Atlantis. When my kingdom is restored, I'll help you conquer the heavens above. Together, we'll achieve what neither of us can alone."

For a moment, Enel was silent, his expression unreadable. The faint hum of electricity surrounded him as he weighed Namor's words.

"You're serious," he finally said, his voice quieter than usual.

"I don't waste words," Namor replied.

Enel chuckled dryly, shaking his head. "You're a strange man, Namor," he said. "You crush me, insult me, and then turn around and offer me an alliance."

Namor shrugged, his smirk returning. "I'm not blind to potential," he said. "And I don't make offers lightly. Think about it, Enel. Together, we could reshape this world—and the skies above it."

Enel leaned his head back against the rock, his eyes closing for a moment. When he opened them again, there was a spark of intrigue in his gaze.

"I'll consider it," he said. "But don't think for a second that I'll bow to you, Namor. I'm no one's subordinate."

"I wouldn't expect you to be," Namor said, turning away once more. "But remember this, Enel—loyalty doesn't mean servitude. It means trust. If you want to conquer the heavens, you'll need someone you can trust to stand beside you."

Enel watched as Namor began walking away again, his figure silhouetted against the clearing sky. For the first time in a long while, the self-proclaimed god felt a flicker of something other than pride—curiosity.

As Namor disappeared into the distance, Enel allowed himself a faint smile. "Perhaps this king of the sea isn't so different from me after all," he murmured to himself.

For now, the two kings parted ways, but the seeds of something greater had been planted—a fragile alliance, born of ambition and power, that could one day change the very fabric of the world.