Sailing at Sea: The Breath of the Day at the Start

"Ah, Ashley, look, it's that older brother!"

The older twin, upon seeing Ron, widened her tearful eyes slightly and exclaimed with great surprise and excitement.

The younger sister, with a rounder face and a touch of baby fat, wiped away her tears and looked in that direction. When she could see the figure clearly, a glimmer of light appeared in her eyes.

"court death!"

Two pirates who were not far from Ron looked at him a few meters away and were filled with malice. They immediately raised their weapons and slashed at him from behind.

Ron didn't even look, and fired two more shots.

Boom!

Clang.

The weapons in the hands of the two vicious pirates fell to the ground. The two men, whose foreheads had been pierced, swayed twice before falling straight down, dead beyond any doubt.

Bloodblade Mass narrowed his eyes and walked towards him, carrying his greatsword.

"Hey kid, what's your name?"

no answer.

But the black-haired boy raised the silver revolver, which was emitting blue smoke, and pointed it at him.

"Do you think this weapon can work on me?!"

Mass smiled coldly, stomped his foot, and charged towards the black-haired boy with murderous intent.

The calm-looking black-haired boy pulled the trigger.

boom!

A silver bullet streaked through the air at incredible speed, like a streak of silver light, and shot toward the oncoming mass.

The destination... was his brow!

There's no way to avoid it!

Mass opened his eyes wide, his heart trembling slightly.

But after all, he was a pirate with a bounty of 27 million and had witnessed death.

His eyes narrowed, and he raised the fine iron longsword in his hand, preparing to deflect the silver bullet that was shooting towards him.

This is how he used to deal with the navy's lead bullets.

But the moment the blade touched the silver bullet...

Mass realized how naive his idea was.

The large sword, forged from fine iron, was instantly pierced by the silver bullet imbued with Armament Haki, passing right through his brow in his horrified gaze.

Paji.

A long sword with a hole in it fell from his hand, and then, to everyone's stunned gaze, the vice-captain of the Desa Pirates, who had a bounty of 27 million and was known as the Blood Blade in the Grand Line, swayed and fell forward in front of the black-haired boy, blood slowly flowing out.

"No, no way. The first mate... he's dead?"

The remaining pirates were horrified, their voices trembling.

The surrounding passengers and the noblewoman stared blankly at the extremely young-looking black-haired boy.

In everyone's eyes, the black-haired boy released his grip on the silver revolver, letting it fall. But instead of falling to the ground as everyone expected, it slowly disappeared into the void, which was as smooth as water.

"Evil, a Devil Fruit user?"

"Some pirates exclaimed in terror."

Upon hearing his words, the other pirates couldn't help but step back, wanting to stay away from that mysterious and dangerous guy.

Ron bent down and picked up the two-meter-long broadsword from the ground.

It originally belonged to Bloodblade Mass, but since he is now lying in a pool of blood in eternal sleep, it wouldn't be impolite of me to borrow it for a while.

Watching the handsome young man with black hair effortlessly lift the two-meter-long fine iron sword, the passengers were increasingly shocked and terrified, while the pirates trembled with fear.

"Quick, run away!"

"We're no match for this guy!"

"quick!"

They hastily dropped their money and treasures, abandoning even their weapons, and rushed toward their pirate ship.

"You only want to leave now...?"

Ron stomped his foot and quickly caught up with the group of pirates.

Amidst their utterly terrified gazes, Ron raised his two-meter-long broadsword and casually swung it a few times.

Several slender, thread-like, light blue slashes swept across the bodies of these pirates.

Two seconds later.

The weapons in the hands of the twenty or thirty pirates who were standing there stiffly were simultaneously shredded, and their blood spurted out at the same time, creating a rather spectacular scene.

The noblewoman snapped out of her daze and quickly covered the eyes of her two daughters with her hands.

The passengers and the few surviving marines were stunned, staring in disbelief at the black-haired boy wielding a large sword, walking towards the pirate ship with his back to them.

Besides being shocked, there was also a deep sense of awe.

Ron landed on the pirate ship, and the pirates stared at him in terror, their hands gripping their weapons and trembling, unsure whether to fight him or jump into the sea and escape.

Ron casually swung his large sword.

A straight, slender, light blue slash swept through the air, and the flag representing the Desa pirate ship was severed.

"I want this ship."

As Ron gripped his large sword, he spoke, walking towards the pirates.

As he drew closer.

The pirates' psychological defenses were completely destroyed, and in extreme fear and panic, they made the wrong choices.

"Go to hell!"

The pirates raised their muskets and fired wildly at the mysterious boy in the military green overcoat.

But the guy walking towards them casually turned his head or sideways, effortlessly avoiding all the attacks.

"Why? Why can't I hit it?!"

One of the pirates put down his smoking musket and shouted at the figure with a look of despair.

No one could answer him.

The indifferent-looking black-haired youth raised his long sword amidst their despairing gazes.

"no, do not want!!"

"Ahhhhh!!"

Several sharp, slashing sounds echoed through the air.

One by one, the pirates were blasted off the ship by the raging sword wind, their blood gushing out, and they fell into the sea in parabolic arcs.

Subsequently, under the control of Ron, who had acquired mastery of navigation skills, the pirate ship slowly sailed into the distance, watched with gratitude and awe by the passengers of the merchant ship and the surviving marines.

Watching the pirate ship depart.

One of the twin girls looked up and asked the noblewoman innocently.

"Mother, was it that brother who saved us?"

"Yes, he is our savior."

The noblewoman watched the departing ship, her eyes filled with gratitude.

"Mother, what's his name? Will we ever see him again?"

The little girl asked innocently.

The noblewoman knelt down and embraced her two daughters, her gaze tender: "Yes, you will definitely see them again in the future."

Such a powerful yet gentle person will surely not remain unknown forever on the high seas.

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74. Drinking with skeletons in the Devil's Triangle (1/5, please subscribe)

half a month later.

Ron, alone, piloted the pirate ship to the Devil's Triangle, a region shrouded in thick fog.

The area was shrouded in thick fog, making it difficult to discern directions. This would be a major problem for an ordinary navigator, but it was no problem for Ron.

He could clearly see the movement of the giant ship that resembled an island on the nautical chart inside the light screen.

At this pirate ship's speed, it shouldn't take too long to catch up with that terrifying three-masted ship.

On this day, a thick fog rose from the sea.