The mysterious man had no idea how strong the people on the other side were, but they had sailed straight at him. They were clearly no good. He would naturally show no mercy to such villains. Hoshikage had never been a good person to begin with, and they had still dared to attack him. These pirates truly did not know how the word "death" was written.
He took a deep breath, plunged downward, and swiftly dove into the sea.
His field of view turned entirely blue. A faint glow spread over his body, and numerous tentacles grew from his back. With their help, his speed through the water increased dramatically.
The underside of the three-masted sailing ship came into the mysterious man's view. Though the ship was badly damaged, its hull had not suffered much damage. It would do well enough for travel. The mysterious man did not know how to sail, but those people certainly did.
Once he had made up his mind, he flicked one hand. One of his tentacles stiffened, becoming as sharp as a blade. Moriyue had used it this way before.
On the pirate ship, several pirates gathered noisily at the bow. They held hooked chains covered in barbs and rotten flesh. The things were used to catch fish, but in their eyes, people and fish were no longer much different. Both were meat.
"Where did he go? The ship wasn't going that fast. He shouldn't have been smashed to pieces, right?"
"Idiot! I told you to slow down, but you wouldn't listen. You've crushed several already, and you still haven't learned? Dead meat isn't fresh. What a waste for those dead fish."
"No, there's no blood in the sea. That guy obviously isn't dead. He probably hid underwater. Fire the hook chains! First come,