Crocodile, the final boss, had actually made a move himself right from the start to take the protagonist's life.
His refusal to play by the rules forced Garen to go find some lesser mobs to grind for experience himself.
And the "lesser mobs" were no fools either. Though they could not understand Garen's words, they could see the gleaming sword in his hand.
Mr. 2 Bon Clay assumed the stance of Okama Kenpo, Mr. 3 Galdino produced more writhing masses of wax in his hands, Mr. 4 hoisted his four-ton bat, while Mr. 5—
Mr. 5 was a Bomb-Bomb Fruit user. Any part of his body could be used as a high-explosive grenade, so he—
Reached a finger into his nostril and dug out a fresh booger.
"You fucking shit-seeker!"
The moment he saw the Bomb-Bomb Fruit user's special weapon, Garen immediately lost control of his emotions.
Garen had no desire to get hit by that kind of "weapon," so although he had originally planned to spout a few more lines of nonsense, he immediately launched a fierce attack.
And because Garen was unwilling to engage shit in close combat, he did not use the melee techniques he was best at. Instead, he raised his hand and displayed the results of his recent training in Hawkeye's flying slash swordsmanship:
"Justice Rage!"
Holy golden-red flames blazed atop Garen's greatsword, then rose vertically with the motion of him lifting it high, transforming into a dazzling torch.
"Slash!"
There was no flashy name for the move, only a simple roar.
Because the blade swung too quickly, there was no time to shout anything more.
Before the sound wave from that single word had finished reverberating through the air, the flaming greatsword had already carved a dazzling arc.
That arc was born from the