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Creed looked at the disorderly marines before him, men who showed no respect at all.
A faint curve tugged at his lips.
Interesting.
Sengoku had sent many officers before to bring this unit under control. Every one of them had been driven off.
Their fighting style was ruthless, reckless to the extreme. Even those stronger than them couldn't suppress them. You cut them, and they wouldn't dodge—they wanted you to aim for the vitals.
Killing one thousand while wounding eight hundred of their own—lunatics.
What leader could command men who'd beaten him into the dirt? None. So they had always walked away in shame.
Creed probed the leaders cloaked in justice.
One colonel.
Another colonel.
One SS- level.
Two S+ levels.
Not bad.
SS+ power in Marine Headquarters was usually Vice Admiral level, just under monsters like Garp, who refused promotion because, in his words, "the higher the rank, the less you can do what you want."
And these five hundred men had three at that level.
The rest weren't weak either. Each one was strong enough to qualify as Ensign or Lieutenant—some even at "commander" level.
A surprising harvest.
Creed was satisfied. Fearless, strong, merciless, hating evil to the bone—this was the kind of unit that could survive the New World. Ordinary marines would only weigh him down.
As for subduing them? Easy.
These men worshipped strength alone. In this unit, if your fists were strong enough, you could tear down your superior and take his place.
Among pirates, they were brothers who'd guard each other's backs. Among themselves, rivals.
This was the kind of navy Creed wanted. Not stagnant, but alive, burning with energy.
"I was sent by Sengoku to command you. I am your supreme officer."
He displayed his appointment order.
"Another spoiled brat playing soldier? Go home, kid. You don't want your pretty face bashed in." They sneered, ignoring him completely.
How many times had Sengoku tried this? Every time, failure.
Creed tore the order into shreds.
"Oh? At least you know your place. Then get lost."
"Fight me. If I win, you follow me. If I lose, I leave." Creed's eyes swept across them. "How about it?"
"Not interested in your games, kid. Best you—"
Boom!
A crushing aura exploded from him, knocking bottles and garbage rolling away.
"Well, well. So you've got something after all."
One of the leaders licked his lips. "Fine, I'll play with you."
"Not a duel."
"Oh? You want to bring them all in? Even that stray at your side won't change much."
"No. I'll take all of you. Alone."
The words were calm, but sharp as a blade.
Laughter erupted, wild and mocking.
Bzzzz!!
The air screamed as his blade drew, unleashing a crescent slash.
"Move!!" one officer barked, leaping aside.
But the others weren't so lucky.
Heads flew.
"You dare?!" the officers roared, fury surging. Their fists blazed with Armament Haki as they launched forward like arrows.
Creed sidestepped smoothly. "Relax. They're not dead—just tested."
Behind him, the marines' heads spun through the air, mouths opening and closing as if still shouting, suspended by his power.
The sight was enough to freeze blood.
"Devil Fruit user!" The officers' faces darkened. This one Sengoku sent was dangerous.
"All of you—come." Creed crooked a finger.
The gesture struck like thunder.
The air thickened with killing intent, the sky dimming, waves hammering the coast as though a storm had come.
The ships moaned against their moorings.
He moved.
Sword light pierced the heavens, thunder roared.
This was no half-measure.
To subdue them, he would crush them with overwhelming force.
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(End of Chapter)
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