The pirate's nasty grin faltered for a second. The newcomer's eyes were strange, like two deep red dark void with no bottom. But the fear was quickly replaced by his greed when his gaze dropped to Imu's waist.
On imu's waist there was a sword. It wasn't flashy with gold or jewels but it looks perfect. Even a low level pirate like him could tell that this sword was special, a true masterpiece worth a mountain of Beri.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" the pirate sneered, his eyes lighting up. "That's a fine-looking blade you have got. Too fine for a quiet little traveler. How about you hand it over as your as a payment?"
He didn't wait for an answer. With a confident smirk, he reached out his grimy hand to snatch the sword from Imu's sword.
But At that time, The world seemed to move in slow motion then blur.
There was no sound of a sword being drawn. One moment, the blade was in its sheath and the next moment, a flash of black cut through the air. The pirate's outstretched hands stopped, then dropped to the ground with two soft thuds.
Blood sprayed from the stumps where his hands used to be. The pirate stared at his wrists in confusion for a full second before the pain hit him.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"
He let out a terrible piercing scream with agony, he tries to clench his fist but he doesn't feel his hands. The sight of their crewmate screaming in a pool of his own blood shocked everyone. The townspeople gasped in horror, their eyes wide with fear and disbelief. The other pirates, who had been laughing and bullying the locals, froze in their tracks.
Imu stood exactly as he had before, the magnificent sword now held in his hand. Not a single drop of blood stained its perfect blade. He looked at the screaming pirate on the ground with cold, empty eyes.
"Don't touch my sword," Imu said, his voice quiet but carrying across the suddenly silent square. "Do you really think you are worthy of it?"
The pirate captain's face turned from surprise to pure rage. His beard bristled and his eyes bulged. "You… YOU!" he roared, pointing a thick finger at Imu. "Do you really dare to hurt my crew member? You're dead, Everyone attack him and Kill him."
With the captain's order, the rest of the Leviathan Pirates snapped out of their shock. They drew their rusty cutlasses and cheap pistols, their faces twisted with anger. With a collective battle cry, they all started to run toward Imu.
Imu watched them come, his expression unchanged.
'This is very annoying,' he thought.
The captain stayed behind his charging men, a cruel and confident smile returning to his face. "Do you really dare to fight against us?" he yelled. "Let me tell you something. I've killed 92 people and I have a 43 milli-"
Before he could finish his words.
In the blink of an eye, Imu vanished from where he stood. There was a series of soft, metallic sounds, like a knife slicing through silk, repeated over and over. One by one, the charging pirates fell to the ground. They didn't even have time to understand what had happened.
Before the captain could finish boasting about his bounty, Imu reappeared directly front of him. The captain's eyes were still wide with his own pride, his mouth still open to shout the word "million."
Swish.
The captain's head slid cleanly off his shoulders and landed on the cobblestones with a dull thud. His body stood for a moment before collapsing in a heap next to the rest of his fallen crew.
Silence.
The entire pirate crew was dead. The town square was littered with bodies. The only person left standing was Imu and the people of this town, his dark cloak fluttering gently in the breeze. He looked at the carnage around him, his face showing no emotion at all. This whole messy, noisy situation was a distraction he didn't need.
He slowly sheathed his sword, the click of it locking into place echoing in the deathly quiet.
'It's all that damn cursed Roger's fault,' Imu thought.