"I don't believe in your 'Magic', man!" Margareth, the Captain of the Guards, stood in the center of the Kuja Arena, her face a mask of stubborn pride. Thousands of women cheered from the stands, their voices rising like a tidal wave.
Amine stepped into the dust of the arena, holding nothing but his glowing Omni-Pen. He looked tired, but his eyes were sharper than ever. "This isn't magic, Margareth. It's Mathematics. And your Haki is just an 'Algorithm' I've already solved."
"Prove it!" Margareth roared. She drew her massive bow, her muscles rippling as she coated the arrow in deep, obsidian 'Busoshoku Haki'. The air around the arrow shivered from the sheer pressure.
She fired. The arrow moved faster than the eye could follow, a streak of black death aimed straight for Amine's heart.
Amine didn't move. He didn't even flinch. As the arrow reached a few inches from his chest, he made a small, elegant circle in the air with the Omni-Pen.
[COMMAND: TRAJECTORY_REFACTOR.]
The arrow didn't hit him. It didn't bounce off. It literally 'Bent' around his body in a perfect U-turn, flying back towards Margareth with double the speed. She barely managed to duck, the arrow shattering the stone wall behind her throne.
The arena went silent. Not a single breath was heard.
"Your Haki relies on 'Intent'," Amine explained, his voice carrying to every corner of the stadium. "But if I 'Edit' the intent of the object itself, your Haki has nothing to hold onto. You're fighting the world... I'm just changing the rules."
Hancock stood up from her throne, her eyes shining with a strange new light. "The duel is over," she commanded. "From this day forward, the Scholar is a Honored Guest of the Kuja. Anyone who touches him... answers to me."