Razor

The firelight flickered, and the figure finally emerged from the shadows.

He was a tall man wearing a dark overcoat and a Marine Cap.

The hem of the trench coat fluttered in the airflow, and the metal buckles clinked softly.

His steps were steady, each one like a hammer striking the deck, the rhythm heavy and subdued.

"--navy?!!"

Cavendish stood up, the chair legs scraping against the floor with a grating sound, his hand already gripping the hilt of his sword.

The wine dripped down the edge of the table, reflecting a scarlet light in the firelight.

Ideo frowned, his voice low and menacing. "This is a huge problem..."

The man slightly raised his head, and a familiar scar and cold, hard profile flashed in the shadow of his hat brim.

Chinjao's pupils contracted. "X Drake?! You're not Flying Six...?"

The air suddenly tensed.

Drake scanned the group, his face expressionless, and said calmly, "The Navy is already aware of your plans."

He paused, then slowly curled his lips into a smile tinged with mockery.

"I was going to turn a blind eye to you... but alas, Pirate is Pirate —his thieving heart will never die."

As soon as he finished speaking, several figures stepped out from behind him simultaneously.

The heavy thud of boots was uniform and synchronized, their aura sharp as blades, their killing intent almost suppressing the flickering flames.

Hajrudin's pupils contracted slightly. "Who exactly are you people?!"

Chinjao's face turned ashen in an instant.

--"Razor".

That special force that once struck fear into the hearts of countless powers.

They were naval personnel, yet they weren't naval personnel.

This special team, which had already submitted its resignation to the Navy and returned its serial number, had once broken free from the constraints of the system and become a "free blade" on the high seas, unrestrained by orders.

They do not have to obey military orders, follow orders from superiors, or wait for permission.

They can strike at any time, and even wage war against any naval power without authorization.

However, this freedom also came at a price.

Their actions are no longer recognized by the World Government, and the Navy will not be held accountable for their behavior.

They could be stripped of their military status and identity at any time, or even completely erased from historical records, becoming a shadow that "never existed".

They are abandoned Justice, forgotten soldiers.

Until—the arrival of Admiral Roy.

The newly Marine Admiral, known for his "decisive" style, issued an order immediately upon assuming office:

"The Razor Unit is hereby reinstated with its assigned numbers and incorporated into the directly subordinate Special Operations Unit."

From then on, this unit, abandoned by the times, returned, transforming from a wandering guerrilla force into the "Dark Blade" personally honed by Admiral Roy —born specifically to eliminate all potential threats.

In this reorganization, two familiar figures also voluntarily joined the army.

--"Black Leg" Rear Admiral Sanji.

--"Sogeking" Rear Admiral Usopp.

They volunteered to join the Razor, becoming members of this secret unit known as the "Sea Ghosts."

Drake slowly drew the long sword from his waist; the blade reflected the flickering firelight, exuding a chilling aura.

"We are the Marine Headquarters' top-secret special forces unit— Razor, directly under Admiral Roy."

His voice was deep and cold, carrying a ruthless chill. "Our mission is to Purge all threats to the order of the sea."

He raised his knife and pointed it at the people around the table. "And you are one of them."

The air suddenly turned cold, as if even the wind was holding its breath.

Chinjao's fists cracked with a series of popping sounds, his Haki like raging waves.

Cavendish's sword tip trembled, the glint of the blade reflected in his eyes.

Bartolomeo's laughter gradually faded, replaced by a strong fighting spirit.

The silence lasted only half a second.

In the next instant, the air was torn apart by the Haki wave.

"Five mere brats dare to be so insolent before this old man?!"

Chinjao roared, his voice booming like thunder, shaking the entire secret chamber!

He suddenly stood up, his aura surging, his white beard dancing wildly in the air currents, his face like a demon, and his fists completely covered by pitch-black Armament Haki.

"When I was sailing the high seas—you weren't even born yet!!"

He stomped on the ground, his body leaping into the air, the enormous Impact creating a sonic boom as he hurtled straight at Drake!

"Ancient Zoan - Allosaurus Form - Liberation!!"

Drake's eyes narrowed, and his body instantly swelled, his muscles twisted, and his bones deformed, producing a series of cracking sounds!

In an instant, a giant alligator covered in scales roared into existence, its blood-red eyes burning with a chilling fighting spirit!

"Roar--!"

The two strange forces collided violently in mid-air!

"Boom--!"

The shockwave churned up, instantly shattering the ground into countless fragments! The massive Shockwave sent dust billowing into the sky, even scattering seabirds in the distance!

Chinjao roared and slammed his fist down, his Haki like a falling meteor, forcefully forcing Drake's massive beast-like body back.

Drake's massive Sky Splitter, and with a sweep of his tail, the entire ground was cleaved in two!

"Fall down, you old bastard!!"

"Hmph! You're still a hundred years away—!"

The two immense forces collided once more, and the Thunderclap Impact sent dust billowing up from the ground!

At the same time, the battle on the other side ignited instantly!

"Usopp- senpai!!"

The young girl Hibari, took a step back and leaped onto the broken rock face.

Marine Headquarters Lieutenant Commander Hibari

Usopp grinned and replied casually, "Ah, I know."

The two men simultaneously assumed sniping stances.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The two Sniper Rifles flashed simultaneously, Shot a rapid-fire barrage with unparalleled precision! Bullets traced arcs, instantly striking key points of the Happo Navy assault team, causing them to explode in succession!

"Wow--!"

More than a dozen members of the Happo Navy were sent flying, crashing into the broken rock wall, blood and splinters flying everywhere!

As Hibari reloaded, he laughed with a spirited air, "Senior, your aim is still as outrageous as ever!"

Usopp smugly blew on the muzzle of his gun. "Heh heh, the Navy's number one sniper, that's no exaggeration."

On the other side, flames suddenly erupted.

"Diable Jambe - Flame Dance--!"

Sanji's figure was like a fiery meteor, instantly transforming into a blur as he spun and kicked out!

That kick was imbued with intense Armament Haki, a blend of black and red, with flames scorching the sky!

Approaching them was Cavendish — his Blond Hair flying, his famous sword "Durandal" radiating sword energy!

"Navy, you're in the way!!"

"You're all being too nosy!!"

"--!!!"

The two men roared almost simultaneously.

Sword energy clashed with flames, Cut spirals, sparks and white light intertwined!

Sanji flipped over and unleashed a series of powerful kicks, while Cavendish countered with fluid swordsmanship, each collision accompanied by a blazing explosion!

The two attacked and defended, their movements crisscrossing rapidly on the cracked ground, their figures almost invisible!

"Don't think that just because you're in the navy, I'll go easy on you!!"

"Huh?! Your sword is far inferior to someone else's!"

Flames and sword light intertwined once more, instantly turning the entire Battlefield into a fiery Purgatory of gold and red!

"Hey~ Dark-skinned little beauty, you dare to come here all by yourself?"

Several henchmen surrounded the Kujaku, their faces contorted in a sinister grin.

The Kujaku raised its head, its amber eyes flashing with a dangerous light.

"It seems you..."

A slight smile played on her lips, her voice a mix of gentleness and ruthlessness.

"It needs some... discipline."

Granddaughter of Staff Officer Tsuru - Kujaku

With a flick of his wrist, the steel whip shot out instantly, drawing a bright arc in the air!

Paramecia Whip-Whip Fruit--!

"Smack!"

The whip struck the ground, instantly causing the ground to crack and create circular ripples!

The next second, the cracked ground transformed into countless stone arms, which emerged from the ground like giants, grabbing at the surrounding minions!

"What—what is this?!"

"Help! Help me--!"

The giant hand slammed down like a mountain, instantly sending the henchmen flying dozens of meters away, their screams echoing everywhere!

The Kujaku flicked her whip, her eyes cold and fiery.

What I hate most is men who talk too much.