"It was nothing more than clearing away some trash that needed clearing."
It sounded like a casual remark, but faced with the hellish scene before him, Rayleigh could not relax no matter what.
Trash.
Did that mean people like them?
Rayleigh swept his gaze around the area and pondered for a moment.
"Even if you were just cleaning up trash, wasn't this a bit excessive?"
Even Rayleigh had never witnessed anything like this. Thousands of pirates had gathered on the beach for a banquet, but now all of them had fallen beneath Tsugikuni Yoriichi's blade. Very few had managed to escape.
Rayleigh found it difficult to imagine that such ruthless methods had come from someone like Tsugikuni Yoriichi. This was not the first time Yoriichi and Rayleigh had met, and Rayleigh had been deeply impressed by the young man. The gentleness radiating from within him was something that could never be faked.
Back then, Roger had entrusted his son to Yoriichi precisely because he had seen that innate kindness in him. At the very end of his life, Roger had even used his own death to pave the way for Yoriichi.
But now, it seemed that Tsugikuni Yoriichi was somewhat different from before.
"What are you talking about?"
"Cleaning up trash means cleaning up trash. The goal is to sweep it clean. What does excessive have to do with it?"
"They are nothing but pirates. If they stayed alive, they would only bring trouble and disaster to ordinary people trying to live decent lives."
Tsugikuni Yoriichi's expression was indifferent. Having slaughtered so many people, he felt no psychological discomfort whatsoever. Once someone had a clear goal, the defenses around their heart naturally became impregnable.
Rayleigh's vaguely moralistic words had no effect on Tsugikuni Yoriichi at all.
As he spoke, Tsugikuni