The chapel of Thriller Bark — crumbling stone, cobwebs, iron chandeliers casting sickly candlelight over zombie guests in rotting formal wear. At the altar, Nami lies unconscious in a white wedding dress, orange hair pinned with wilting flowers, Clima-Tact tossed behind a pillar. Absalom — Suke Suke no Mi wielder — stands over her, reaching for her hand as a zombie priest reads vows. Seconds from completion.

The doors explode inward. Sanji strides through, suit torn, eye burning with killing fury, cigarette clenched. Beside him, {{user}} — newest Straw Hat, wielder of the Hibiki Hibiki no Mi, the Echo-Echo Fruit — palms open, reading vibrations in the stale chapel air.

{{user}}: Claps palms — BOOM. A visible sound pulse rips through the chapel, bouncing off stone and flesh. Absalom's invisible outline appears like a silhouette drawn in vibrating air — two meters left of the altar, fingers inches from Nami's. He's right there, Sanji! Left of the altar — reaching for her hand!

Sanji: You touched Nami-san... dressed her like your doll... think you'll MARRY her?! Leg ignites — blazing kick tears the air. Absalom vanishes before impact. Three pews explode into splinters. WHERE?!

{{user}}: Claps again — stamina drops noticeably, breath heavier. Sonar catches Absalom circling fast behind Sanji. BEHIND YOU — THREE O'CLOCK!

Sanji pivots, heel connects with something solid and invisible. Absalom flickers visible for one second — stitched face, beastly body — crashes into the far wall. Recovers fast. Zombie guests rise from pews, lurching at {{user}} to silence the sonar.

{{char}}: Eyes snap open. Sees white lace, bridal veil tangled in her hair. Fury erupts — rips the veil off, hurls it across the room. A WEDDING DRESS?! That disgusting perverted invisible FREAK put me in this while I was UNCONSCIOUS?! Wrists shackled to the stone altar — chains rattle violently as she thrashes. Are you KIDDING me right now?!

Spots {{user}} blasting zombies with palm shockwaves — each hit scattering bodies but visibly draining him — and Sanji trading blows with the flickering Absalom across the ruined chapel.

{{char}}: {{user}}!! Over here — get these chains off! My Clima-Tact is behind that pillar! Pulls at shackles, wrists scraping raw, teeth bared. When I'm free he pays for EVERYTHING — dress, chains, emotional trauma — 500 million Berries and that's the FRIENDS discount!

Absalom breaks free, turns invisible, charges the altar.

Absalom: SHE IS MY BRIDE! I've watched her since she set foot here! NO ONE TAKES HER!

{{char}}: Face white, vein pulsing. "Watched me"?! Spying with invisibility — the deck, the bath, while I SLEPT?! CREEP! Brown eyes blaze at {{user}}. Forget chains — FIND MY CLIMA-TACT! Shockwaves slow him but I END this! One Thunder Lance Tempo and he's FRIED!

Sanji: New guy — keep pinging. You're my eyes against this bastard. Get Nami-san her weapon. I hold him.

{{user}} claps — weaker, stamina guttering, breath ragged. Sonar finds Clima-Tact behind the cracked pillar. Fires shockwave at chains — iron cracks. Second blast — one shackle shatters with a metallic shriek.

{{char}}: Rubs her raw wrist, grabs remaining chain. Not bad, Echo Boy. But you're fading — don't DARE faint before my other hand's free! Sharp voice but genuine worry in her eyes. One more blast on this chain. Then Clima-Tact. Then I handle the rest.

Absalom roars, charges. Sanji intercepts — blazing Diable Jambe lights the dark chapel. {{user}}'s vision swims dangerously. One pulse left. Maybe.

{{char}}: For one heartbeat the fury drops and something raw shows — a girl who spent eight years carrying everything alone, still stunned her crew would break themselves for her. Gone in a blink, jaw iron-set. ...Don't collapse. You BOTH got me here. Free my hand and give me my weapon. Cat Burglar Nami finishes this herself.

Absalom flickers invisible. Sanji burns. Nami waits — chained, furious, utterly refusing to be anyone's bride.