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BANG!
A force as heavy as a mountain slammed into Chris. The pirate captain's eyes widened in absolute horror as he was blasted through the air, his body screaming through the wind like a missile.
He finally crashed into a distant building, caving in the stone wall and leaving a massive, spiderwebbed crater in his wake.
Whoosh!
Without missing a beat, Baishui vanished again, materializing right in front of the heavy swordsman, Loki!
"You're next!"
The sudden appearance caught Loki completely off guard. He hadn't even processed the fact that his captain, Chris, couldn't withstand a single blow from this man.
"Light Particle Kick!"
Mirroring the Marine Admiral Kizaru, Baishui's right leg erupted in blinding light. With a devastating sweep, he kicked the heavy swordsman—sword and all—into the air.
Just like Chris, Loki smashed heavily into the architecture, tearing a massive gash through the stone.
"So, are you next, pretty kitty?"
Baishui's figure flickered, reappearing right in front of the feline martial artist, Duver. He looked at her with a half-smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
"No!"
Duver let out a piercing shriek of sheer terror. She tried to dart away, only to realize that the speed she took such immense pride in was nothing but a sick joke in front of Baishui.
Bam!
Baishui didn't care if she was a woman; he hit her just as hard. There was no room for mercy here. If you had the guts to slaughter innocent civilians, you had better be prepared to kick a steel plate.
Three dull, sickening thuds echoed across the battlefield.
In the span of a few heartbeats, under the utterly stunned gazes of the Marine officers, the entire top brass of the Fierce Tiger Pirates had been single-handedly wiped out by Baishui.
"As for the rest of you scum... go straight to hell!"
Turning his attention to the terrified, frozen grunts who hadn't even had time to process their captain's defeat, Baishui pronounced their death sentences.
Raising his left hand, he formed a finger-gun and pulled the imaginary trigger.
"Light Particle Volley!"
Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew!
It was over in an instant. All the Marines saw was a blinding flash of white light, followed immediately by geysers of crimson blood painting the air.
The pirate grunts were riddled with holes, dropping to the ground like broken sieves as blood pooled into rivers.
Hsss!
The Marines inhaled sharply, staring at Baishui with eyes full of absolute dread. With his sunny disposition, Baishui looked completely harmless—yet he slaughtered people with a cold, ruthless efficiency that chilled them to the bone.
"What are you all standing around for?" Baishui turned around, frowning at the petrified Marines. "Hurry up and get your commanding officer to a doctor! Or do you want to stand there and watch him bleed to death?"
"Oh! Right, right, right!"
Jolted out of their stupor by his scolding, the Marines immediately snapped to attention and scattered to their duties.
In an instant, Ship-Cutter Island became a hive of frantic activity. Marines rushed to treat the wounded, clear the battlefield, and patch up their broken defenses.
Ironically, Baishui became the only person with nothing to do. No one dared approach him. Not that he cared to make small talk anyway; he simply turned and headed toward the port. Aki was still waiting for him!
Thanks to this sudden invasion, their romantic getaway had been abruptly cut short. It annoyed Baishui immensely. He had originally planned on buying Aki some jewelry today!
Three Days Later!
Ship-Cutter Island, Hospital Ward.
Because Baishui had intervened in time to crush the Fierce Tiger Pirates, the situation had been stabilized. T-Bone received immediate medical attention. After a full day of emergency surgery, the Captain was officially out of the woods.
However, moving was completely out of the question for the time being. He was wrapped head-to-toe in bandages, looking exactly like a mummy.
"How are you holding up?"
Baishui walked in, dropping a massive slab of Sea King meat onto the table beside the bed.
"I'll live," T-Bone managed to say, forcing a stiff, ghastly smile onto his gaunt face. "Thank you for showing up when you did. Defeating the Fierce Tiger Pirates saved Ship-Cutter Island from total devastation."
"Don't worry about it. Just doing what I could," Baishui waved a hand dismissively.
He pulled up a chair and looked at the Marine Captain. "Still, I'm genuinely curious. How did a pirate crew with a combined bounty of over 100,000,000 Berries end up all the way out here in the East Blue?"
"Exactly. It's completely abnormal," T-Bone agreed, giving a slight, painful nod. "Logically speaking, pirates of that caliber shouldn't be operating in these waters."
"Ah, forget it. We survived, that's what matters. No point giving ourselves headaches over things we can't figure out." When T-Bone couldn't connect the dots, he simply chose to stop thinking about it.
"I don't know the exact details, but I'd wager something major recently went down in the Grand Line," Baishui theorized. "Otherwise, a crew capable of bringing apocalyptic destruction to the East Blue wouldn't have fled back here."
"I suppose you're right." T-Bone, who was never one for deep tactical analysis, murmured softly.
"Alright, focus on resting up. If you need any help, just call me on the Den Den Mushi. I'm on call," Baishui said, standing up.
"Mhm." T-Bone nodded gratefully.
Over the course of these three days, the traditionally peaceful East Blue was thrown into absolute chaos—all because of a single newspaper.
The front page prominently featured Baishui standing over the annihilated Fierce Tiger Pirates. The photographer had perfectly captured the terrifying, murderous aura radiating from Baishui's face during the slaughter. Anyone with a weak constitution wouldn't even dare look at the photo for too long.
Somewhere in the East Blue, Arlong Park.
"Since when did the East Blue get a monster like this? Why haven't I heard a single whisper about this guy?"
A massive, blue saw-shark Fishman sat lazily in his throne-like chair, tossing the newspaper onto the table. He had a ferocious face, a giant Sun Pirate tattoo etched across his chest, a fur pelt tied around his waist, and an Ushanka hat resting on his head.
This was Arlong—former member of the Sun Pirates, captain of the Arlong Pirates, and the man holding the highest bounty in the East Blue at 20,000,000 Berries.
"What's there to be afraid of, boss? We mind our business, he minds his. He wouldn't dare come messing with us!"
"Yeah, I'll admit this Baishui kid looks strong," another chimed in. "But don't forget, he's a Devil Fruit user! Out on the ocean, he's nothing but an anchor. We're the undisputed rulers of the sea. What do we have to fear from him?"
"Exactly! We don't even need to fight him head-on. We just stay in the water and use guerrilla tactics. I refuse to believe he could beat us in a naval battle!"
The top three officers of Arlong's crew eagerly threw their two cents in, completely dismissing Baishui as a threat.
First was the octopus Fishman, Hatchan—the only member of the crew who wasn't truly malicious at heart. Next was the ray Fishman, Kuroobi, an expert in Level 40 Fishman Karate whose devastating punches could shatter a thousand tiles underwater. Finally, there was the smelt-whiting Fishman, Chew, who always looked slightly drunk and fought by spitting water like sniper rounds.
"Gyahaha, you're damn right! What do we have to fear from this Baishui? Out on the open ocean, the Fishmen reign supreme!" Arlong laughed arrogantly. "It doesn't matter how strong he is on land; he's no match for the true darlings of the sea!"
Meanwhile, much further away in the East Blue, near the entrance to the Grand Line.
Aboard a massive floating restaurant drifting peacefully over the waves, an old man sat cross-legged on the deck, reading the exact same newspaper. He wore a tall chef's hat, had his braided mustache tied up, and a wooden peg leg rested at his side.
His brow furrowed deeply, then slowly relaxed.
"To think the East Blue produced a hero of this caliber... Though, I wonder if this is a blessing or a curse. Looks like the East Blue won't be staying peaceful for much longer."
After a long while, the old man stood up. He let go of the newspaper, letting the ocean breeze catch it and carry it far out over the waves.
This was Red-Leg Zeff—former captain of the Cook Pirates, adoptive father and mentor to Vinsmoke Sanji, and a great pirate with a past bounty of 89,000,000 Berries.
"Hey, shitty geezer, who's the guy in the paper?"
A young, twenty-something blonde man asked curiously, leaning over. "Making front-page news at that age, and he looks like a total psycho. Definitely doesn't seem like a good guy!"
"Get back to the kitchen and cook, you little brat! Mind your own damn business!" Zeff roared back. Age hadn't mellowed his explosive temper one bit.
Sanji was more than used to Zeff's outbursts. Not a single muscle in his face twitched. He simply turned around, muttering under his breath as he walked away, "Tch. If you don't wanna tell me, just say so. No need to yell, you shitty old fart!"
But Sanji quickly learned the price of talking shit behind the old man's back.
Whoosh!
A sharp whistling sound tore through the air behind him. Before he could react, a wooden peg leg slammed into the back of his head, driving him face-first into the floorboards hard enough to crack the wood.
"You shitty geezer! Can we knock it off with the sneak attacks?! That fucking hurts!" Sanji leaped up, clutching his head, and screamed at the towering, two-meter-tall chef.
Back on his island, Baishui genuinely couldn't care less about the uproar his actions had caused across the East Blue. He simply went about his days as usual.
In this world, he firmly believed that as long as you had power, you had everything. Fame and status were utterly worthless in the face of absolute strength.
However, because of his mere existence, a bizarre tension had settled over the entire East Blue.
The pirates, in particular, were terrified. Knowing that a monster of his caliber was sleeping in their own backyard made them incredibly restless. But since no one actually knew where Baishui lived, they couldn't even attempt to form an alliance to hunt him down.
Every day, Baishui trained relentlessly, constantly refining the speed and precision of his Soru.
Right now, his Soru was more than enough to handle pirates with bounties in the tens of millions. But against Grand Line veterans worth over a hundred million, it would seem clunky and flawed.
Even if his raw power was enough to compensate for those flaws, Baishui refused to leave such a glaring weakness in his arsenal. If he had the time to train now, why wouldn't he work his ass off?
Bleed less in battle by sweating more in training. Just like that, two peaceful weeks passed.
Baishui's daily routine was practically a loop: train, eat, train, eat, train, sleep.
Of course, with Aki by his side, his days were never dull. Surrounded by the lively townspeople of the island, Baishui never felt the crushing isolation he had experienced back on the Kuroro Archipelago.
And in these quiet, mundane days, the bond between Baishui and Aki only grew deeper and more passionate.
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