North Sea.
Donzik Island.
This island was never known for its prosperity.
It is divided into two regions: the Chaos Zone and the Security Zone.
The Chaos Zone—a lawless, anarchic haven—teems with pirates, thugs, bounty hunters, and black-market merchants.
Here, fists dictate order. Strength is the only law.
Three major underground factions reign over this realm of disorder.
By contrast, the Security Zone, protected by a Marine branch base, remains untouchable. Criminals dare not breach its borders.
But now, deep within the heart of the Chaos Zone, a battle engulfing the entire district is unfolding...
A lone figure advances slowly, clothed in simple white garments, a black-and-white mask concealing their face. In their hand, a blade—blood still dripping.
Behind them, the ground is carpeted with corpses. Each body bears a single, precise wound: a throat pierced cleanly, a heart impaled, or a chest cleaved in two. Blood flows like a crimson river, soaking the broken earth.
Ahead, a crowd of warriors—hundreds strong—stands frozen, terror etched into their faces. Though they outnumber the intruder, their eyes betray pure dread.
They stare at the masked figure as though Death itself has come to claim them.
Each step the masked figure takes forward, the crowd takes one back. They retreat in perfect, silent coordination—until there's nowhere left to run.
"Who... who are you?! Why are you attacking the Wolf Gang?!"
The speaker, blood spurting from a wound running from shoulder to abdomen, roars out. His voice trembles with barely disguised fear.
He is Enfite, leader of the Wolf Gang—one of the three dominant forces of the Chaos Zone.
And now, that same feared gang is being driven to extinction by just one man.
From behind the mask, Yuna's voice emerges—distorted, cold, inhuman.
"If you're part of the Evil Wolf Gang... then you're exactly the ones I'm looking for."
A low, growling tone. Deathly calm. Unshakable.
"Wait! We never offended you!" Enfite shouted, his eyes wide with desperation. "If it's territory you want, just say the word! We'll submit! The Wolf Gang will follow you!"
But behind his fear was a glint of defiance—like a cornered beast preparing for one final strike.
Yuna saw it clearly. It flared like a signal fire in the dark.
A mockery of repentance.
"Offended me?" Yuna's cold smile grew even colder, hardening into frost. His mind flashed with a memory—seared into him like a scar.
A young girl. Lying bloodied on a hospital bed. Her body broken.
In his previous life, Yuna had lived on Blue Star—Earth. For reasons unknown, he had awoken in the world of One Piece, reborn into the body of a desperate refugee.
But fate offered him kindness.
The islanders of Donzik had taken him in. Among them—a cheerful little girl who brought him food, taught him the island's language, and treated his wounds like a brother.
Yesterday, that same girl was beaten within an inch of her life by the Wolf Gang.
Her once-lovely face was slashed beyond recognition. Her right arm, severed at the shoulder.
The crime?
She made eye contact with one of the gang members.
That was all it took for these monsters to unleash their cruelty.
She was not dead—but her future was.
For a girl who relied on her hands to survive, losing one was like losing her soul.
Yuna had seen the light go out in her eyes. In that moment, he felt something snap.
"Join me?" Yuna echoed Enfite's words with a low snarl.
"You don't even qualify to kneel at my feet."
He raised his blade, flicking off the clinging blood. Under the moonlight, it gleamed once again—cold, silent, and merciless.
Then, he advanced.
Just as he closed within ten meters, Enfite suddenly revealed a hideous grin.
"Submit to you? Forget it. Die!"
With a wild laugh, Enfite pressed a hidden trigger.
BOOM!
A violent explosion erupted ahead! Flames surged, engulfing the area, while thick black smoke billowed into the sky!
At that moment, every member of the "Wolves" bore frenzied, ecstatic grins.
"Haha! That bastard dared act tough in our territory? He's finished!"
Their laughter erupted in a storm of hysteria, a desperate release from the fear that had seized them moments before.
Before, none of them—save the strongest among them, Enfite—could even endure a single blow from Yuna's blade.
Enfite himself had paid a terrible price to block it, a deep wound carved to the bone across his chest!
"He's dead now!" someone cried out triumphantly.
Enfite's face flickered in the firelight—twisted, bloodied, and monstrous.
But then—
"Unfortunately... not."
A deep, cold voice echoed from the smoke.
Suddenly, a crescent-shaped slash, more than ten meters long, erupted from the darkness, tearing into the crowd like divine retribution!
SPLASH!
Dozens of Wolves were cleaved in half, blood spraying across the burning rubble!
Gasps of horror rang out as a figure emerged from the smoke—a demon, his blade dragging along the ground, casting sparks in his wake.
There was no mistaking it.
Yuna.
Unharmed. Unshaken. Unstoppable.
"M-Monster... He's a monster!"
Eyes wide with terror, the survivors stared at him, stunned that not even an explosion could lay a hand on him.
"Enough," Yuna said coldly. "I'll send you all to hell."
Raising his left hand, he spread his fingers. Lightning crackled into existence, a roaring sphere condensing in his palm.
"Hado Sixty-Three: Thunder Roar Cannon!"
He thrust his hand forward.
A beam of white lightning surged into the crowd—
KRA-KOOM!
The impact detonated with a thunderous explosion. Blinding lightning arced in all directions. The shockwave swept through like a divine judgment.
Bodies were incinerated on the spot. Limbs vanished. Blood painted the earth.
At the center of it all—Enfite, the leader of the Wolves—was reduced to ash in an instant.
"D-Devil Fruit powers?! Run! We're no match for this guy!"
"Damn it, he's a Devil Fruit user?!"
The few lucky enough to survive the Thunder Roar Cannon were now lost in despair. All thoughts of resistance vanished—they bolted, mindless with terror.
But Yuna's cold voice followed them.
"Run? From me?"
He pointed his fingers ahead.
"White Thunder."
Hado 4: White Thunder.
With a surge of white lightning, bolts erupted from his fingertips—
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Each bolt found its mark, piercing the skulls of the fleeing men like divine spears.
And just like that, the 'Evil Wolves'—one of the three major underground forces—were annihilated.