"What the hell... happened here?"
Sakazuki's face was dark and terrifying as he stared at the shattered earth, the kilometer-wide crater, and the remains of the Commodore and Rear Admiral who had clearly perished—now raining down as molten debris.
"Ugh... cough cough..."
From within the ruins, one Navy Vice Admiral was still alive, buried under the rubble, weakly coughing up blood.
Sakazuki quickly pushed aside chunks of debris. To his shock, the one lying beneath them was none other than the first person to land on the island—Kuzan!
The horrifying amount of blood and his deathly pale face made it clear just how severe the injuries he had sustained were.
Thousands of meters away, the one-shot marksman—Orin—appeared next to Mihawk.
"Your power now... is it already enough to instantly crush a Navy Vice Admiral?"
Mihawk's sharp hawk-like eyes had long noticed the heavily wounded Kuzan on the ground. He sensed something was off.
After all, he had once faced that same attack directly. Its power was indeed absurd, but for someone at the Vice Admiral level, being severely injured was plausible.
But getting knocked unconscious by a single punch? That was over the top.
Hearing the little hawk's question, Orin showed a helpless smile.
"Once you reach the threshold of Admiral level, how could there possibly be such a thing as an instant kill? I'm not Captain Roger... The reason Kuzan took the full brunt of the damage was actually simple—he refused to back down."
Orin had clearly sensed it—though he could foresee Kuzan's dodging trajectory, in that future, Kuzan made no move to avoid. Instead, he had stood firm, intending to clash fists with the descending Orin.
Clenching his slightly frostbitten and stiff hand, Orin couldn't help but sigh.
There was no overwhelming victory here—just two men settling things with one punch.
Orin hadn't used his disgustingly overpowered unlimited teleportation, and Kuzan hadn't elementalized or used ice to block it.
The two men, enemies for years, had chosen to fight in the most direct, unguarded way—just fists.
But Kuzan had overestimated the power of his Haki-infused punch combined with his Devil Fruit, and underestimated Orin's monstrous growth speed and mastery of Haki.
That's how he got taken out in a single Conqueror's Haki Infused strike.
If you had to ask why they both chose to fight this way...
It was simple:
Whoever dodged first—was the weaker man. Whether pirate or marine!
If it were an all-out battle with no limits, the little island of Ohara wouldn't even be enough of a stage. It'd take them three days and nights just to decide a winner.
...
And shortly after that—
Sakazuki descended like a volcano of magma.
Orin had thought that was the end of the fight. It was already more than enough. But this debut as the herald of a new era—how could it be left half-finished?
"Sakazuki, were you looking for me?"
Just as Sakazuki failed to locate Orin and was preparing to carry Kuzan away for treatment—
The next second—
A voice he both feared and hated echoed in his ear. Almost reflexively, he tossed the heavily injured Kuzan aside and raised his molten fists.
"Great Eruption!!!"
A massive magma fist burst forth like a volcanic explosion, roaring toward the source of the voice—but it hit nothing.
The blazing magma splashed into the sea. The broken ice on the ocean surface instantly melted, and parts of the water even began to boil!
"So passionate?"
BOOM!!!
Another magma-coated fist blasted out again—another miss.
"Don't get cocky, Orin!! Justice of the Navy isn't something you can toy with!!"
The coldest of soldiers were often the quickest to heat up, and combined with his body boiling with magma...
He looked like someone who'd eaten the Heat-Heat Fruit and gone full berserk.
"Justice? Is massacring civilians also justice? I heard there was an evacuation ship before I arrived... Seems you were the one who took care of it, Sakazuki."
At those words, Sakazuki's naturally stern face contorted with fury.
"Shut your mouth! A mere pirate has no right to judge the Navy's justice!"
If there were scholars aboard, it would have only expanded the scope of this Buster Call!
As a soldier, orders were absolute. Sakazuki had his own reasoning and had no interest in explaining anything to Orin.
He wasn't worth explaining to.
Seeing that Sakazuki had refused to communicate and entered full rabid-dog mode, Orin lost the mood to banter like he had with Kuzan.
He teleported several hundred meters away.
The long black rifle that had been bandaged at his waist now appeared in his hand.
"Even if this gun doesn't have much style anymore, it's still usable. I've gotten used to using swords and fists... Guess this world has forgotten that even though my close combat and swordsmanship are top-tier..."
"I, in fact... Am a sniper."
Holding the sniper rifle gifted by Petermoo, a scarlet glow erupted in Orin's eyes.
From his pocket, a Haki-imbued Seastone bullet appeared in the chamber, crackling with flowing Armament Haki and black-red lightning.
And just as Orin took aim, Sakazuki felt a chilling sense of danger wash over him—his scalp tingled.
Looking at Orin with the rifle raised, a surreal thought crossed Sakazuki's mind.
A gun? Against him?
Was this mockery!?
...
If Sakazuki had interacted with Orin more in the past, he might have realized the danger.
If Kuzan were conscious right now, he'd instantly recognize how terrifying this situation truly was.
Orin was already frightening with a blade or bare hands—
But with a gun?
He was a nightmare.
"Left shoulder."
Orin muttered softly.
The scarlet glow in his eyes flashed again.
The Seastone bullet wrapped in flowing Ryuo and Conqueror's Haki shot forth like a red meteor—
"Nani?!"
A few cold drops of sweat appeared on Sakazuki's forehead. The moment he sensed the Haki, he knew how dangerous that bullet was.
He raised his hand and fired a ferocious Hellhound, trying to intercept it.
"Tsssss—"
An unimaginable scene followed—his left shoulder suddenly exploded in a burst of blood and flesh.
The Haki-infused bullet prevented the wound from healing quickly.
"What the hell... for a second... the bullet disappeared?"
Sakazuki's face twisted in pain. He didn't hesitate—he seared the wound shut with his own lava.
"You still don't get it, do you, Sakazuki?"
Orin's cold voice echoed again, this time from midair far off in the distance.
His scarlet eyes shimmered with a future-seeing light—like a divine hunter stalking prey.
"This... is the weight carried by the world's strongest sniper."
"Now then... where shall I shoot next?" Orin pondered aloud, slowly lowering his gaze.
"How about..."
"Please wait!!!"
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