Let Me Do It

Seeing Second Lieutenant Jimmy taken down, everyone froze, their attention shifting entirely to Morito.

Before they could speak, they heard Morito's brazen words.

"Hand it over to you?"

"A Reserve Navy?"

"Are you sure you haven't been drinking fake liquor?"

Morito couldn't be bothered to waste more words with them. If they continued to dawdle, they might all be annihilated, failing to save anyone and instead losing two hundred marines!

Although they were prepared to die on the battlefield as marines, they weren't supposed to throw their lives away like this!

"Gentle Fist · Ten Consecutive Air Bullets!"

Morito struck with incredible speed, his hands blurring into afterimages as he unleashed ten air bullets in an instant.

These air bullets, infused with Chakra, were the size of fingertips.

Their speed rivaled that of bullets, and their power surpassed them.

Pfft pfft pfft!!

The ten pirates charging forward collided with the air bullets, their bodies stiffening as if turned to wood, frozen in place.

The pirates behind them, unaware of what had happened, continued their full-speed charge, directly knocking the ones in front down the slope.

Morito's attack wasn't over, of course. There were still a hundred enemies!

Chakra gathered at his feet, combined with a burst of physical power.

"Soru!"

Swish!

Morito vanished from his original position in an instant, leaving behind only afterimages too fast for the eye to discern. He weaved and flickered wildly through the enemy ranks.

Within the field, a white halo of light pulsed continuously.

Each flash of white light caused a cluster of surrounding pirates to fall, as if possessed, utterly defenseless.

The remaining fifty marines of the Second Squad watched, dumbfounded, their faces a mask of disbelief, as if they had seen a ghost.

"Are those movements even humanly possible?"

"That kid's wearing Reserve Navy clothes, isn't he?"

"Impossible, I don't believe it!"

If Reserve Navy soldiers were this strong, there wouldn't be any pirates on this sea!

The marines were in shock.

Morito, bathed in the white halo, created a dazzling and spectacular scene.

In reality, Morito's every attack was simple and unadorned, merely using the speed of Soru to channel Chakra gathered at his fingertips into the enemy's vital points.

Close in, punch.

If a normal person repeated these actions at normal speed, there would be nothing remarkable, perhaps even boring and tedious.

But what if it were superhuman?

Like watching a movie at double speed, or triple speed?

What everyone was seeing now was like watching Morito's movements at accelerated movie speeds.

In just one exchange, over thirty pirates had fallen. Morito's assault immediately drew the attention of the other pirates.

It was impossible not to notice.

Such an existence was like a killing machine on the battlefield.

They hadn't even done anything yet, and they had already lost a third of their men!

"What kind of crazy movements are those? Is that guy an Devil Fruit user?!"

"Idiot, that's the Marine Six Styles' Soru!"

The leader of the hundred-plus pirates was the battle captain of the Bourne Pirates.

August, with a bounty of 89 million Berries!

He was an elite pirate who had followed Bourne to the New World, had experience training in Observation Haki and Armament Haki.

He had also witnessed the power of the Marine Six Styles!

August recognized Morito's technique at a glance; it was the Marine Six Styles, mastered by Marine officers!

What the hell was a powerful Marine officer doing wearing Reserve Navy clothes?

Trying to play the pig to eat the tiger?

Showing off?

August was merely shocked internally.

Second Lieutenant Jimmy, however, stood rigid, his heart pounding. His eyes were wide as saucers, filled with utter disbelief.

That Soru alone was beyond his capabilities.

Too fast, far too fast!

Even a Great Captain, no, perhaps not even a Rear Admiral's Soru was this fast. Only Vice Admirals who had refined their Soru to a high degree would possess such speed.

Under such speed, a normal person's body would be unable to withstand the strain of high-speed movement!

Second Lieutenant Jimmy wasn't sure himself; he was merely guessing based on his memory.

To think he had just mocked the other person!

To think he had initially felt Morito was dragging them down!

At this moment, Second Lieutenant Jimmy's face was ashen, whether from shame or from holding his breath.

Morito's movements didn't stop due to the shock of others.

He flickered through the crowd, each strike delivered with a seemingly casual touch.

Though appearing to lack any force, like a playful "tag you're it" attack, it carried deadly danger.

Combined with the Byakugan's perspective, which could perceive the body's meridians and acupoints, each attack drove Chakra into vital points.

A swift death, every move a killing blow.

He's dangerous, this young Reserve Navy recruit is incredibly dangerous!

As Morito's gaze swept over the pirates, each felt like they were being stared down by a ferocious beast. His cold, empty eyes seemed like a passage to the land of death.

Instantly, the pirates' hair stood on end.

What kind of monster had they provoked?

August, the combat captain of the Bourne Pirates, had a grim expression. If that Reserve Navy recruit continued his rampage, wouldn't his hundred men all be wiped out?

August drew the two swords from his waist. The mainstream weapons in the pirate world were swords and guns.

In the culture of Country R, there was no distinction between a saber and a sword.

Guns were generally flintlocks.

August was a dual-wielding swordsman with a bounty of 89 million Berries. As the combat captain of the Bourne Pirates, his strength was beyond doubt.

Seeing their combat captain draw his swords, the pirate grunts felt as if they had received a great pardon and retreated.

A path was instantly cleared in the forest.

At either end of the path stood August, the combat captain of the Bourne Pirates, and a youth in a Reserve Navy uniform.

"May I ask your name?"

Seeing the enemy's boss emerge, Morito paused his assault, not continuing to pursue the lesser pirates.

"Combat captain of the Bourne Pirates, August, with a bounty of 89 million Berries!"

August calmed himself and confidently announced his name.

Upon hearing this, Morito felt relieved.

Although bounties on the sea didn't always perfectly represent a pirate's strength, they could offer a glimpse into their combat capability.

"89 million? That puts my mind at ease."

The story of the pirate world hadn't begun yet. The timeline was after the dissolution of the Rocks Pirates, and before Roger ascended to the Pirate King's throne.

The seas were exceptionally chaotic. Aside from a few well-known great pirates, Morito didn't recognize many others.

What if this person before him was a big shot with a bounty in the hundreds of millions or even billions?

As a precaution, he naturally had to probe their strength first!

Fortunately, these people were quite straightforward; a casual question revealed all their details.

The forest was eerily quiet, everyone's attention focused on Morito and August.

Morito's low murmur, which he thought no one could hear, was actually heard by everyone, both the Marines below the mountain and the pirates on the mountain!

August's face immediately turned a bruised purple, purely from anger!

"Are you looking down on me?"

"How did you know?"

Morito subconsciously blurted out his inner thoughts. Hadn't he instantly defeated that Vulture with a bounty over 100 million?

Could an 89 million bounty compare to 102 million?

Unintentional words were the most sincere.

And it was precisely this sincerity that was the most hurtful.

"Bastard!"

August's body sank, and he charged forward, his two swords held in front of him in a cross-slash formation.

His sword intent condensed, and his sword aura erupted.

"Die for me!"