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Chapter 11 - Chapter 11: Shock

Anderlin. Bounty: 5 million Berries.

As previously mentioned, with the backing of the Evil Wolf Pirates, he had become a tyrant over East and West Village—arrogant and untouchable.

But it wasn't just the crew he relied on—Anderlin's own strength was formidable. The executioner's blade he carried weighed at least 150 pounds. On these three islands, aside from the "Protector" Miller and Anderlin's elder brother Anderson, no one could stand against him.

Worse still, Anderlin was cruel, ruthless, and had a vile temper. If any villager dared defy him even slightly, he would kill them on the spot.

He alone had slain more than ten villagers from East and West. People lived in silent fear, their hatred buried deep, afraid to even speak his name.

The same villagers who had sneered at Kurou earlier were now dead silent. As soon as Anderlin entered, laughter stopped, chatter ceased—no one even dared breathe too loudly.

He strode in with a boisterous laugh. "Yahahaha! Alright, folks, it's time to pay up again this month! Hope you've got your protection money ready! Ten thousand Berries per head—not a single coin less!"

But the restaurant remained as quiet as a graveyard. Everyone kept their heads down, silently chewing their food.

Seeing his loyal flock so obedient, Anderlin nodded in satisfaction.

Then one of his thugs leaned in and whispered, "Second bro, Veildan and that old fart Farmer are here too."

The other thug chuckled, "That Veildan girl just keeps getting hotter. She's only fifteen now—can't imagine how seductive she'll be at twenty…" He licked his lips shamelessly.

Anderlin glanced lewdly at Veildan and said casually, "Didn't big bro set off raiding? Who knows how many lovely little playthings he'll bring back. So what's one more or less?"

The thug laughed along. "Haha, you're right, Second Bro."

It was only because Veildan was the daughter of the village chief that she hadn't already been taken. Anderson had long set his eyes on her, wanting to make her his woman. But out of consideration for the bigger picture—mainly, maintaining the illusion of peace to keep collecting tribute—he had held back. Farmer still held considerable influence.

As the trio passed by Veildan, one of the thugs even gave her a shrill whistle.

Then Anderlin stomped over to the bar counter and barked, "Oi! Bring out your best food and wine, right now!"

The restaurant owner paled and stammered, "Y-yes, of course…"

But while everyone else trembled, Kurou paid no attention to the scene. He continued scarfing down his massive plate of fried rice, which was nearly empty.

"Boss, another plate!" he called out, waving the dish.

The moment his voice rang out, every pair of eyes turned toward him in disbelief.

Anderlin was standing right next to him.

Compared to the suffocating silence of the restaurant, Kurou's behavior stuck out like a sore thumb. When a beast like Anderlin entered, everyone held their breath. No one dared make a sound, much less raise their voice.

What kind of lunatic doesn't know when to shut up?

As expected, Anderlin turned, face darkening. "You little bastard—where the hell did you crawl out from? Got the balls to shout in my territory?"

For years, anyone who dared cross him met a miserable end. The villagers lived in fear, which only inflated Anderlin's arrogance. He hated loud voices. Even speaking too boldly around him was enough to get you killed.

Kurou didn't even glance at him. "You're the one shouting. This place doesn't belong to you. If anyone should shut up, it's you," he said coolly.

Huh?

What the hell did he just say?

The whole restaurant froze. Everyone stared at Kurou like he was a dead man walking.

But that wasn't even the most shocking part.

The thug beside Anderlin snapped, "Hey! You little shit—do you even know who you're talking to?!"

Anderlin's face twisted with rage. He yanked the massive blade from his hip and brought it down in a savage arc toward Kurou's head—

A deep slash opened on someone's neck, blood spraying like a fountain.

Screams rang out across the restaurant.

But it wasn't Kurou who was bleeding.

Just before the blade landed, a flash of white energy rippled through the air—

White Fang Blade!

Kurou's technique, inspired by "Konoha's White Fang," condensed chakra into the tips of his index and middle fingers to unleash a razor-sharp slash.

After practicing water walking on the deserted island, Kurou's chakra control had improved significantly. This imitation of the White Fang was on a whole new level. He'd given it a name: White Fang Blade.

Though it takes time to explain, it happened in an instant.

A flash of white light cut clean through Anderlin's throat. Blood sprayed out in all directions. His massive frame crashed to the ground with a heavy thud, twitched once, then lay still.

Kurou never even looked at him.

The two thugs, seeing their vice-captain die so effortlessly, turned and bolted in terror.

The entire restaurant sat in stunned silence.

"W-what… was that?!"

"That kid… what did he just do?!"

"He's… not just some random brat, is he?"

Some people stared at Kurou with new eyes. Veildan, too, looked at him with disbelief.

But not everyone approved.

"He… he killed Anderlin!"

"We're doomed now!"

"When Anderson returns, he'll massacre us!"

"What do we do?!"

Panic spread through the crowd. Some people already planned to flee the village before Anderson came back for vengeance.

Still, there were those who looked at Kurou with admiration.

Plenty had dreamed of killing Anderlin. They just didn't have the strength to do it.

Among those who admired him was Farmer, the chief of East Village.

He stepped forward and said respectfully, "Young man, your strength is extraordinary. Might I ask you for a favor?"

Kurou, still calmly eating his second plate of fried rice, looked up and asked with his mouth half full, "What's up?"

"I humbly ask you to kill Anderson... and save our village."

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