Gunmanship, after all, isn't like swordsmanship—there aren't that many flashy moves you can pull off.
A sniper's role is simply to find the angle, seize the timing, and pull the trigger.
Beyond that, if you want to increase firepower, you can only rely on Haki, Devil Fruit abilities, or the quality of your gun.
So without using Armament Haki, Conqueror's Haki Infusion, or Devil Fruit powers, a pure shootout really comes down to Observation Haki.
After all, sniping is all about speed and perception.
Their duel was intense, but it ended quickly.
After all, speed is everything to a sniper.
When Yasopp returned defeated, the crew didn't show much disappointment—they just helped bandage his wounds.
Shanks threw an arm around Yasopp's shoulders, making him wince in pain.
"Don't be discouraged, Yasopp. Losing to Orin isn't something to be ashamed of. That guy's a monster."
"And that line just now was awesome!!! 'A sniper's disgrace' and all that…"
Hearing his crewmates encourage him, Yasopp felt embarrassed—especially when they quoted his own words, which really did sound like something out of a fantasy.
"Hey!!! Don't say it out loud!!!"
The ship was lively with laughter, until a cold, magnetic voice cut through the air.
"Accept my challenge, Shanks!!!"
A figure carrying a black blade walked over. Seeing Shanks laughing carelessly, Hawk Eyes frowned and drew his sword, Yoru.
"I see… Then I'll go first, everyone."
Shanks rested his hand on Gryphon at his waist, his serious eyes locking with Mihawk's hawk-like gaze—eyes full of fighting spirit and respect for his opponent.
The Red-Haired Pirates erupted in cheers, rallying behind their captain.
Orin instantly warped the two to the center of the island. With a casual flick of his finger, the Red Force appeared at a vantage point along the coast, giving them a wide view of the island's terrain.
"They both look terrifyingly strong… What pressure!"
"Shanks has met a tough opponent—he better not lose!!!"
"Relax. With a duel at this level, they won't stop for at least half a day."
There was certainly a gap in their swordsmanship—but not an overwhelming one.
At most, Mihawk was a step above Shanks, just like he was a step above Orin—not enough to crush his opponent outright.
"So, Orin-san, who do you think will win?"
Perhaps because he had been defeated by Orin's Observation Haki, Yasopp now sincerely respected him.
Even though in his heart he believed Shanks wouldn't lose, he still wanted Orin's opinion.
"A victor, huh?"
Orin swirled the wine in his glass, leaning against the railing as he watched the two just begin their clash, their advantages not yet clear. He chuckled.
"If it were a fight to the death, I'd say either one could fall. After all, both have the potential to unleash terrifying power."
"But if it's purely swordsmanship, excluding Haki and other factors…"
"I still think Mihawk would win."
The Red-Haired Pirates didn't like that answer.
While they acknowledged Orin's strength, their faith in Shanks was just as unshakable as Orin's followers' faith in him.
They instinctively thought Orin was biased because Mihawk was 'on his side.'
"Don't be so quick to judge, Orin-san," Lucky Roux said, chewing on a massive drumstick with a grin.
"Shanks is a real man! He won't be taken down so easily!!!"
The other crewmates all nodded firmly, brimming with confidence.
Orin hadn't cared at first, but seeing their reactions, a little idea slowly formed in his mind.
He smiled faintly, as if casually suggesting:
"Then… how about a bet?"
...
A crimson slash and an emerald one collided on the battlefield, instantly reshaping the terrain.
A mountain peak split in half. A crimson slash tore across the ground, heading straight for the Red Force just as Orin was about to continue speaking.
Everyone was shocked—the range of their attacks was that wide!
Beckman's expression turned grim as he raised his rifle.
But Orin gestured for them to wait.
Behind him, that overwhelming crimson slash dissolved into nothing, erased by some strange power.
"This…"
Seeing Orin's mysterious ability, the crew exchanged uneasy glances and sat down again.
"So what's the bet?" Beckman asked as he lit a cigarette.
"Well… I haven't decided yet. How about this: If Mihawk loses, I'll grant the Red-Haired Pirates one request—no time limit. But if Shanks loses, you'll do the same."
"...This…"
The crew exchanged looks. Some were clearly tempted, but Beckman, as the brains of the crew, frowned.
"That won't work. A debt of favor is no small matter. Without Shanks' consent, we can't agree to something like this."
Shanks had charisma and leadership like Roger once did in the Roger Pirates.
No crewmember could accept something this important without their captain's approval.
"Then make it in your own names," Orin suggested with a sly smile.
...
"If you lose, Beckman, Lucky Roux, Bonk Punch… you each owe me a favor."
"This…"
Now Beckman was speechless.
But the thing was—it almost made sense.
"I'll take that bet!!!" Lucky Roux was the first to speak, confident in Shanks.
"If we win, we'll get a promise from the Black Emperor himself—that's worth a fortune!!!"
"Even if we auctioned it off, people would pay insane prices!!!"
"I'm in too!!!"
"Count me in!!!"
Beckman was stunned.
"Hey!!! You guys!!!"
But before he could stop them, Orin cut him off.
"What's wrong, Beckman? Don't tell me you actually think Shanks will lose?"
"...…"
Seeing Orin's mischievous grin, Beckman chose silence. As one of the sharpest minds in the pirate world, he knew something was off.
Even though he trusted Shanks, he wasn't going to fall for such an obvious provocation.
"Smart, aren't you…"
Orin wasn't disappointed by Beckman's silence—it was all just for fun anyway.
Besides…
If the majority of the Red-Haired Pirates agreed, would Shanks and Beckman really stand by and do nothing?
If they refused, it would mean they doubted Shanks' victory.
If they accepted, they'd have fallen right into Orin's provocation.
This was the supreme open plot against the hot-blooded men of the pirate world!
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