The Woman who Controls the Weather

A woman with voluminous curly hair, Zala, crosses her arms in front of her chest. Her arms transform into sharp spikes as she announces, "DOUBLE-STINGER!" She thrusts her arms forward, launching a barrage of spikes. Nami runs frantically down a stone corridor, screaming "AGHHHH!" as the spikes strike the wall right behind her, chipping the stone. Nami looks back over her shoulder in terror as she continues to flee from the relentless attack.

Nami continues her desperate sprint through an alleyway, dodging more spikes that shatter wooden crates and barrels around her. She cries out "KYAAA!" and "DASH!" as she runs. She dives behind a large wooden barrel for cover, panting heavily with "HUFF HUFF" sound effects. Zala walks calmly down the alleyway towards Nami's hiding spot, her arms back to normal. Zala says, "You're a stubborn girl, aren't you..."

Zala extends one arm, her fingers elongated into sharp spikes. She says, "What point is there in running away? You have no chance of winning, and no one's coming to help you." She continues, "If you just sit still, I'll let you die a quick and painless death....Or do you intend to continue on with your little magic show?" Behind her cover, Nami frantically flips through a manual while holding the pieces of her Clima-Tact. She mutters, "I've still got plenty of techniques left to showcase! Just you wait!" She resolves, "TO HELL WITH IT! I'LL JUST KEEP TRYING EVERYTHING UNTIL I FIND ONE THAT WORKS!" Nami connects two pieces of the Clima-Tact and declares, "THE WEATHER IS LIGHTNING!" She swings the weapon forward, shouting, "SHOOT! THUNDER TEMPO!" Instead of lightning, a small boxing glove on a spring pops out of the end of the staff.

The spring-loaded boxing glove extends and hits Zala squarely in the face with a "SMACK!" and a "BOOOIING!" sound. Nami slumps to the ground in despair, thinking, "MY CHEEK IS BLEEDING... THIS IS IT FOR ME, ISN'T IT... AM I REALLY GOING TO DIE HERE...?" Zala, infuriated, transforms her hair into sharp spikes and slashes downward with her spiked fingers, yelling, "STINGER FINGER!" Nami barely dodges the attack, crying out "AH!" Zala remarks, "Now that's a sensible decision. Oh? So you've resigned yourself to your fate?" Nami, sweating and panicked, looks at the manual again. She complains, "Huh? Why couldn't he have come up with something more useful for batt-" She angrily concludes, "Well, if I end up dying, I'm definitely gonna curse that useless, long-nosed sack of crap from beyond the grave!"

Nami looks up in shock, a "!!?" bubble appearing next to her. High above, Zala is standing upside down on the underside of a stone archway spanning the alley. Nami exclaims, "She's standing upside-down!? BUT HOW!?" A close-up shows Zala's feet; spikes have grown from the soles of her shoes, piercing the stone to hold her in place. Zala looks down at Nami, and her voluminous curly hair suddenly expands and hardens into a massive, spherical cluster of sharp spikes.

Zala drops from the archway, her entire body encased in the giant spike ball formed by her hair. She shouts, "STINGER HEDGEHOG!" as she plummets toward Nami. Nami screams "AGHH!" and runs for her life as the spike ball hits the ground and begins spinning rapidly, tearing up the stone pavement. Nami looks back, sweating, and says, "THAT WAS CLOSE!" She holds up her hands in a desperate plea, yelling, "W-W-WAIT! STOP!" as the destructive spike ball continues to barrel toward her.

The spike ball relentlessly chases Nami down the street, tearing up the ground with loud rumbling sound effects. Nami screams, "I SAID WAAA-AAAIIIT! JUST GIVE ME ONE MINUTE! 1 LOUSY MINUTE! OH COME ON!" Realizing she can't outrun it in the street, she thinks, "I'm only going to be caught out here in the open! Maybe inside this building!" She turns and runs toward a nearby building, but the spike ball crashes violently through the wall right behind her, sending debris flying. Nami cries out, "IT'S USELESS!" as the wall shatters.

Inside the ruined building, Zala emerges from the spike ball, her hair returning to normal. She looks down menacingly and says, "It's the end for you, my pincushion!" Nami is trapped under the rubble, but she grabs the edge of her skirt and tears it with a "RIP" sound, freeing her leg. She replies, "Sorry, but I'm not... JUST YET!" Zala thrusts her spiked hair down into the rubble with a "POKE POKE", but Nami has already rolled away, shouting "GONNA DIE-". A massive cloud of dust rises from the impact, obscuring the area as Nami escapes the immediate strike.

Zala looks toward the dust cloud, remarking, "Hmm... So you're not a complete novice, At fighting, are you, girl...?" Nami is hiding behind some wooden crates, panting heavily with "HUFF HUFF" sounds. She looks at her Clima-Tact manual again, thinking, "Why is it... That I felt like I came across something bad in the Clima-Tact manual just back a moment ago..." She reads a specific line in the manual: "THE ABOVE-LISTED TECHNIQUES ARE A SUREFIRE WAY TO KICK THINGS OFF AT PARTIES AND ENTERTAIN PEOPLE!" Realizing the weapon was designed for party tricks, Nami's face contorts in absolute fury. She screams, "THAT IDIOT!" while reading the next instruction: "FOR THE LIST OF COMBAT TECHNIQUES, PLEASE FLIP TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THIS MANUAL."

Zala searches the area, saying, "The other side, huh... Oh, I wonder where my lil' kitty has run off to this time? Here kitty, kitty!" Nami steps out from her hiding place, dramatically throwing off her outer cloak. She declares, "AHAHAHA! I WON'T RUN, NOR HIDE ANYMORE!" Zala lights a pipe, looking at Nami. Nami confidently spins her Clima-Tact and says, "Who, during her 8 long years of thieving, Has survived countless of life or death situations all alone! Despite my looks, I'll have you know I was a former thief,"

Nami stands tall, holding her Clima-Tact ready, her torn skirt revealing her legs. She finishes her declaration: "And I won't stand, FOR BEING TREATED LIKE A LITTLE GIRL! I'LL BE FIGHTING FOR REAL NOW!" Zala looks at her, unimpressed, and replies, "I see... My bad. So what's with the sudden confidence?" A text box appears on the page, reading: "Rule No. 1 in using the Clima-Tact for combat: Know the functions of each of the 3 Tacts."

A text box explains: "By swinging or blowing on each Tact, you can shoot special bubbles!" Nami blows into one piece of the staff, shouting, "HEAT BALL!" A bubble floats toward Zala. A text box notes: "The first shoots hot-air bubbles." Zala feels the bubble pop and says, "Oh? That felt warm." Nami blows into the second piece, shouting, "COOL BALL!" A text box notes: "The second shoots cold-air bubbles." Zala feels it and says, "Ahh, How refreshing." Nami blows into the third piece, shouting, "THUNDER BALL!" A text box notes: "While the third shoots electric bubbles." Zala feels the spark and says, "Ooh, That tingles."

A text box reveals the punchline: "These functions are as-yet incomplete so feel free to use them at parties!" Nami's face contorts in rage again as she screams, "THEN DON'T WRITE IT IN THE DAMN MANUAL FOR GOD'S SAKE!" Zala, looking annoyed, asks, "You satisfied now?" Zala's legs suddenly transform into long, thin spikes. She walks toward Nami on these stilt-like spikes, her movements accompanied by piercing sounds. She announces, "SEWING- STINGER!" Nami panics, frantically flipping through the manual again, pleading, "PLEASE let there be something I can actually use!"

Zala kicks at Nami with her spiked leg, shouting, "STINGER STEP!" Nami barely dodges, crying out "AGH!" as the spike grazes past her. Zala says coldly, "I'm sorry, but I can't play with you any longer..." Nami quickly connects two pieces of the Clima-Tact into a cross shape and throws it like a boomerang. She yells, "CYCLONE TEMPO!" The spinning cross flies toward Zala and strikes her directly with a loud "SMACK!"

The impact of the Cyclone Tempo creates a massive, explosive gust of wind. Zala is caught off guard and blown backward by the sheer force of the gale, exclaiming, "A GUST!?" The wind tears through the alleyway, sending debris flying. Nami stands her ground, and the cross-shaped Clima-Tact boomerangs back to her. She catches it smoothly as the wind subsides.

Nami looks at the Clima-Tact, realizing how it works. She explains, "I get it! The heat and cold balls are first expelled, And when it stops spinning, they collide, giving birth to an air current, In the form of an explosive gust of wind! That's amazing, Usopp!" Zala recovers from the blast, looking frustrated. "WHAT A STRANGE WEAPON..." A text box reads: "The Cyclone-Tempo is basically a boomerang, making it an ideal toy for when the party heads outdoors! The creator himself doesn't even understand it..." Nami looks exasperated again. Another text box appears: "Lastly, the Tornado Tempo is this weapon's ultimate attack! As long as your enemy is human, he won't be getting up after taking a hit from this! HOWEVER! As it can only be used once, it should be your last resort! Consider yourself doomed if you miss..." Nami thinks nervously, "JUST MAYBE... BUT..."

While Nami is distracted by the manual, Zala suddenly appears right behind her. Zala's fingers are transformed into long, sharp spikes. She says, "What're you looking at so intently? Aren't you taking a life or death battle a little too lightly? You shouldn't be looking somewhere else until the fight's over..." Nami turns her head in shock, uttering "WHA-". In a brutal strike, Zala thrusts her spiked hand forward, and the spikes appear to pierce completely through Nami's chest.

Zala looks shocked, exclaiming "WHAT!?" as she realizes her spikes hit nothing. Nami's pierced body wavers and distorts, revealing it to be an illusion. A voice says, "Just kidding!" Zala looks around in confusion, "A MIRAGE? AT SUCH A CLOSE RANGE!?" The real Nami is standing a short distance away, smiling confidently. She explains, "I used the cool balls to change the air density. Light will refract considerably when moving from across a layer of cold air to hot air. Looks like this is the perfect weapon for me!" Nami points her Clima-Tact at Zala, declaring, "I NOW UNDERSTAND THE CLIMA-TACT! YOU BETTER GIVE UP WHILE YOU CAN!"

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