Absolutely. Here's a cleaned + tightened version of what you pasted (same events, clearer reads, fixed grammar/typos, smoother impact). I kept your high-speed anime pacing, but made the POV + action tracking way easier to follow.
CHAPTER 13 — CLEAN PASS (SECTION 8)
"BAHAHA— GALAXY IMPACT!"
"WORLD SPLITTER!"
"GREAT LION'S PURSUIT!"
The attacks met in the center of the battlefield like three gods colliding.
A black fist smashed into a glaive wrapped in a white-red bubble, while a sword—carrying the distilled essence of a true swordsman—cut through the pressure like it had its own will.
The shockwave detonated across the sea.
Even so, the owner of the black fist only laughed—loud, thrilled—like the fight was oxygen.
His two opponents groaned in pure irritation.
"Seriously? This muscle-brain again—"
They were stuck dealing with him while their Captain fought the combined pressure of Xer and Sengoku, with Tsuru backing them from the edges—cold, surgical, never overcommitting.
From the rear lines, Shakky directed the crew like a conductor, while John provided support fire and cover angles with unnerving precision.
"Captain!" Shakky shouted over the chaos, voice sharp. "If they're sending this kind of force, they're not trying to win here—they're delaying us."
She pointed toward the distant island.
"There's no telling what the boy is dealing with!"
Their Captain glanced back—then laughed like it was the best news he'd heard all day.
He swung again, forcing Sengoku and Xer to combine Haki just to survive the deflection.
Rocks' grin widened.
He took Shakky's warning seriously… in the most Rocks way possible.
"He'll survive long enough for us to reach him," he said, eyes burning with excitement. "For now—let me test their future Fleet Admiral."
And then he shifted his focus—locking onto Sengoku.
The battlefield turned into pure chaos.
DOWN IN THE CITY — CROW VS THE "BIG THREE" (EARLY VERSIONS)
"What a scary person!"
A figure turned into light to evade a fireball the size of a building—reforming above the street just in time to get smashed downward by the shaft of a spear.
"Kizaru—pay attention!" someone barked.
Lava erupted upward.
Crow dropped like a meteor, flames wrapping his spear as he dove. His opponent moved to respond—
—and ice formed around the impact zone, sealing the space mid-fall like a trap snapping shut.
Crow's spear lodged into the frozen wall—black specks spreading through the ice like rot, holding it together long enough to stop the structure from collapsing.
His body reverted to human form, shoulders rising and falling once.
"Did they send the three of you because they thought I was weak enough for Commander Stone's aid to beat me alone?" he muttered, voice flat.
He could feel it—his Devil Fruit forcing adaptation to match his ideas.
Ki wasn't incompatible with this world… but overusing it was still the same as burning life-force. The cost built up quietly, until it didn't.
Crow kicked off the ground—
—and appeared beside Kizaru.
Kizaru barely had time to react before Crow's Haki-infused spear shaft slammed across his face, launching him into a building.
Lava struck Crow from behind.
Ice spears rained down.
Kuzan played support perfectly—precise bombardment, avoiding friendly fire, keeping Crow's flames in check with just enough cold pressure to prevent expansion.
Crow's eyes narrowed.
They're not trying to win fast…
They're trying to keep me here until something else lands.
A bullet whistled past his leg.
No sound.
No warning.
Crow's instincts screamed.
A sniper.
The walls closed in—spatially, tactically, mentally.
"Well," Crow muttered, rising through the rubble. "Do or die."
A lava fist smashed him into a building—
he crashed through another—
then stopped in someone's living room.
The whole structure turned to ice a heartbeat later.
BACK ON THE SEA — "GO GET THE KID"
"Go retrieve the kid," Newgate ordered calmly. "I'll deal with the maniac."
Newgate's giant fist met Garp's uppercut.
This time Garp wasn't smiling like a playful hero.
He was smiling like someone who'd finally decided to stop holding back.
The collision sent him crashing into the Marine battleship beneath them, warping the deck.
Newgate looked to Shiki.
Shiki nodded once.
Newgate's gaze flicked toward Rocks—still grinning like a demon as he pressed Sengoku and Xer while Shakky tried to force a retreat order into his skull.
Newgate clicked his tongue in annoyance, then swung his glaive.
A shockwave blast clashed against a wall of Haki.
Garp landed on the deck below, picking his nose like this was a casual afternoon.
"There must be something important on that island," Garp said, voice loud and easy, "for you idiots to be trying this hard."
Newgate chuckled, unfazed.
"I'm surprised you haven't figured out who that crow is," he said. "But Rocks will kill anyone stupid enough to spill the beans."
Garp paused.
"…Crow?"
His confusion was real.
Which was almost worse.
THE TURN — CROW BREAKS OUT
"He should be defeated now," Kuzan said grimly.
He stood with both hands raised, forcing a constant stream of ice into the building—layer after layer—refusing to stop until Crow's heat signature vanished completely.
Kizaru rubbed his jaw, uniform ruined, burned through in multiple places.
"Does he have a vendetta against me?" Kizaru complained. "I swear he was singling me out."
"He probably assumed you were in charge of keeping him here," Akainu replied, eyes narrowed.
He glanced around.
Crow's orange flames were still burning…
…but they were starting to turn black.
And the black was spreading.
Akainu's eyebrow twitched.
His lava on the ground began to burn away—like the fire itself was consuming it.
Within his Observation Haki—
a tiny spark appeared.
A flame of life.
Akainu didn't hesitate.
He grabbed both Marines by the shoulders and jumped back—
barely avoiding the pillar of flame that erupted upward.
The entire surrounding building turned to ash instantly.
"I swear Sengoku is going to give me a vacation after this," Kizaru joked weakly—
then rolled as a black spear slammed into the ground where his head had been.
"Seriously—what did I do to you?!"
Kizaru forged a sword of light just to stop a spear from severing his throat.
Crow's clawed feet blocked Akainu's lava fist.
Wings flapped—
Crow shot upward—
ice spears chased him—
Kizaru caught one and redirected it—
it grazed Crow's side—
Crow dove again like a falling star.
Kuzan formed an ice blade, trying to hold the line.
"This is harder than you think!" Kuzan snapped. "His punches feel like cannonballs—those kicks— I can't hold him forever."
Akainu's expression hardened.
"Sengoku isn't worried about failure here," he said. "We're stalling. If he escapes, he escapes. We just have to make him pay for it."
Crow landed in the street, riddled with holes from laser grazes.
His chest rose once.
Twice.
The exhaustion was visible now.
Constant heat output to counter lava and ice was taking its toll.
Crow's eyes sharpened.
"…Fine."
He exhaled.
"I need to save energy," he muttered. "So it'll be better to use just Ki."
He canceled the transformation completely.
No wings.
No aura flare.
Just him.
He lodged his spear into the ground.
The shift in weight and balance gave him a single breath of relief.
Then he kicked off—
and appeared beside Akainu.
Even Kizaru's guard rose—
Akainu moved to reinforce—
but Crow's Ki-infused Haki punch smashed into Akainu's jaw.
Crow's arm screamed—self-injury from the impact—
but it was worth it.
Akainu staggered.
Crow turned, blood running down his side.
"Wanna let me go now?"
Kizaru raised both hands, gathering light.
"Sorry," he said lightly. "Can't do that. If I let you go, our friend will kill me."
Beams erupted.
Crow dodged most—Haki reading the angles—
ignored the rest.
He forced Ki into the wounds to delay bleeding and dashed straight for Kizaru—
—only to be struck from the side by a rifle shot.
Crow slammed into a building.
A new presence stepped into the street.
A woman with pink hair, cigarette in her mouth, calm like she'd been here the whole time.
"I told you three to be careful," she said. "Commander Stone was still injured because of him."
Kizaru huffed. "We're only here because of your squadron. If we had a better plan, this would've been easier."
Akainu adjusted his ruined uniform—then simply tore the top off.
"If it was a kill mission," Akainu said flatly, "we wouldn't be struggling this bad."
Crow rose from the rubble slowly, eyes locked forward.
"…Are there any more of you?"
White smoke poured from the alleyways—attempting to smother his flames and cover the Marines.
"Smoker!" the pink-haired woman snapped. "You ruined the timing!"
Crow didn't argue.
He felt it.
Shiki's aura was getting closer.
The rescue party had arrived.
Crow stepped onto the rooftop edge, staring down at the youngest Marine there.
"The Navy really invested in this plan," Crow said quietly. "Sadly… our game is over."
He transformed again—
forcing his wings to accept his Ki.
The wings hardened, physically stronger, built for burst flight.
Crow launched into the sky.
Lasers chased him.
Bullets followed.
He dodged them all and flew toward his rescue.
TAG — THE "NEXT GENERATION" WATCHES
"Amber is going to be upset."
A girl frowned around a lollipop as she stared at the shrinking dot in the sky.
Her two partners collapsed behind her, exhausted—this being their first real fight out of training.
Down below, Smoker bandaged Kuzan—the only one who took a truly brutal injury.
It wasn't something the public would ever learn about.
But it mattered.
It was the younger generation colliding—
and the Navy's best cadets getting humiliated by one person.
"With Amber going to the camp," the girl muttered, cracking the lollipop, "we lost a good chance to surprise her."
She narrowed her eyes.
She'd heard the story from her adopted younger sister.
She also missed her chance to land the new Seastone round—still in development.
Smoker looked up, voice small under all that smoke.
"He was super cool… holding off three of the best students by himself."
His excitement turned into worry immediately.
"Do you think Sengoku will be upset with me for not taking him down?"
Kuzan forced himself upright with Smoker's help.
"No," Kuzan said through a grimace. "We lost the second he got me. Hina wasn't supposed to use that bullet unless one of the big guys showed— but they didn't."
He glanced at the damage.
Then at his partners.
Then toward the sky.
"And he was tired," Kuzan admitted. "If he had time to prepare… it would've been worse."
Akainu wiped his face, expression hard.
"Either way," he said, "we go back and train."
Kuzan couldn't stop the frown that formed.
Because deep down—
they all understood the same thing.
This wasn't the end of a fight.
It was the beginning of a problem.
AN:Yall alive? Merry Christmas?