The Giant Shark Pirates

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Time flowed, and in the blink of an eye, half a month had passed. The food on Bai Ina's small boat had run out three days ago.

Food was still a secondary concern; the real issue was the fresh water on the vessel. For food, he could use his longsword to spear fish from the sea onto the deck. Though few fish chased the boat, he could barely catch one a day. But fresh water—every drop drunk was one less drop left.

Finally, two days later, the fresh water was completely exhausted.

That day, Bai Ina did not train. It was the first day he had skipped training since leaving Frost Moon Village. But it wasn't because he was tired of it—it was because of the lack of water.

His cracked lips and the frequent dizziness in his mind forced him to stop training for the day.

At this moment, Bai Ina was lying on the deck, scorching hot under the midday sun. His head hung over the side of the boat, his longsword held upside down beside his ear. He looked like a lion stalking its prey, waiting for the right moment.

Pop—

The sound of the blade cutting through the water rang out instantly. In the blink of an eye, Bai Ina's longsword plunged into the sea. The force was so great that it stirred a spinning vortex beneath the surface.

Seeing this, a hint of joy curled at the corner of Bai Ina's mouth. He straightened up and pulled the sword tip out of the water. With a splash, the fish impaled on the blade thrashed its tail violently from the sudden pain, sending ripples spreading across the surface—a strikingly beautiful sight.

But Bai Ina had no mood to appreciate it. He directly pulled the carp off the sword tip, grabbed its gill cover, and tore the gills out. Fish blood gushed out almost instantly.

Without hesitation, Bai Ina shoved the entire fish head into his mouth. The bitter, fishy blood was sucked down into his stomach in an instant, yet a look of enjoyment spread across his face. To him at that moment, this foul blood was as sweet as spring water.

Only when no more blood flowed did Bai Ina take the fish head out of his mouth. He used his longsword to scrape off the scales, removed the entrails from the belly, and sliced the flesh into translucent, paper-thin pieces. One by one, he added them to his mouth, chewing carefully.

Because the blood had been completely drained, leaving no clots, the raw fish slices were crystal clear, smooth, and carried a faint sweetness.

"Phew—"

After finishing this rare lunch, Bai Ina let out a heavy breath. He looked up at the noon sun, frowned slightly, and turned straight into the cabin.

If he trained at this hour, the moisture in his body would evaporate faster. So, without fresh water, he unhesitatingly went into the cabin to rest.

As soon as he lay down, Bai Ina quickly drifted into sleep. Long hours of harsh training made it easy for the young Bai Ina to fall asleep.

He slept for half a day. Just as dusk was approaching—

Boom—

A loud crash came from outside the cabin. The moment the tremor reached him, Bai Ina's eyes snapped open. A flash of blood red flickered through his pupils.

He reached for the longsword beside him, stepped silently to the cabin door, and pressed his ear against it, listening to the commotion outside.

"What's going on?"

"Shark Captain, the lookout dozed off and didn't notice this small boat here. We hit it."

"Hahaha, Captain, this little boat's pretty lucky—it didn't even capsize!"

The man called "Shark Captain," realizing what had happened, burst into arrogant laughter. "Hahaha, capsize it! Let's see which blind fool dares to block our course."

"Hey—!"

The others joined in with jeers.

Bai Ina's brow twitched slightly. A flash of killing intent passed through his eyes. He opened the cabin door directly and stepped out, looking at the large sailing ship beside his small boat.

The first thing to catch his eye was a skull-and-crossbones flag with jagged teeth.

Pirates?

On the other side, the pirates gathered at the ship's railing saw Bai Ina and erupted into harsh, mocking laughter.

"Ha, it's just a stinking beggar!"

"Kid, have you even grown your hair yet, coming out to sea?"

"Oh, let's just sink that broken boat of his and give the little brat a bath. He looks disgusting!"

"..."

It was no wonder they reacted that way. Bai Ina really did look like a filthy little beggar. The clothes he wore were the same ones from half a month ago when he left Frost Moon Village, now covered in mud and yellowed sweat stains. A pungent, sour stench wafted clearly even to the pirate ship.

Bai Ina paid no attention to their mockery. His tone was flat as he confirmed, "Pirates?"

"What, is the kid scared stupid?"

"Hahaha, probably."

His question only made the pirates laugh harder. One of them smugly waved a wanted poster and sneered, "Disgusting little brat, take a good look. This is the bounty poster for our Shark Pirates' captain, 'Giant Shark Bandejie.' Our captain is a big-time pirate with a 500,000 Beli bounty!"

"Bounty?"

Bai Ina's eyes lit up. A sinister smile curled at the corner of his mouth. He firmly memorized the man's face on the poster, then scanned the crowd of pirates. Soon, he found the tall man standing behind the group.

This man, Bandejie, had a large sword studded with jagged teeth resting on his shoulder, looking just like shark fangs.

Having confirmed his target, Bai Ina leaped. Using the cabin as a springboard, he vaulted clean over the pirates at the railing.

The entire sequence took only a few seconds, executed with effortless ease. The pirate deck fell silent in an instant. By the time they snapped out of it, Bai Ina was already standing steadily behind them.

These people were arrogant, but none of them were stupid. The leap Bai Ina had just made was something few among them could replicate.

"Interesting. Looks like we've got a tough one."

At that moment, Bandejie laughed, eyeing Bai Ina with interest. "Kid, how about joining my ship and heading to the Grand Line to find the One Piece?"

Bai Ina didn't even glance at Bandejie. Instead, he took his time examining the pirate ship, occasionally nodding in satisfaction.

"What do you think? Not bad, right? Come aboard!" Bandejie wasn't angered by Bai Ina's attitude; instead, he smugly extended the invitation again.

Bai Ina nodded. "Not bad at all. I'm taking this ship."

"That's more like it! With me, you'll definitely—what?"

Bandejie instinctively assumed Bai Ina had agreed to join his crew and eagerly laughed, but the moment he processed the words, he froze. His face shifted dramatically—from white to black, then from black to red.

"You little bastard, what did you say?"

Bai Ina said nothing, simply gripping his sword hilt and walking toward Bandejie.

"You're asking for it! Kill this brat and throw him to the fish!"

At Bandejie's command, the dozen or so crew members grinned savagely and charged forward. Though Bai Ina's earlier display had surprised them, it was just that—surprise. After all, how strong could a kid really be? Under their captain's orders, they didn't hesitate to rush in.

Over a dozen blades swung down at Bai Ina.

That was when Bai Ina moved. His sword slid from its sheath like an arc of light, instantly slicing across the throat of the first attacker.

Pfft—

Blood sprayed as Bai Ina ducked low, dodging another incoming blade. At the same time, he spun his sword in the air, reversed his grip, and twisted his body with force, driving the tip straight through the skull of the man behind him.

The next moment, he flipped backward, one hand slamming against the deck for leverage. After kicking an oncoming foe away, he leaped straight up and out of the encirclement.

Before the crowd could react, a bloodthirsty grin spread across his face. "One Sword Style—Fang Thrust!"

A silver dragon, reeking of endless blood, charged into the crowd, piercing through three men in succession. He pulled his blade back and retreated, but just then, a man lying at Bai Ina's feet suddenly opened his eyes and drove his sword straight through Bai Ina's calf. Bai Ina's face went pale, and his movements faltered.

At that moment, as Bai Ina was immobilized, another man leaped into the air, blade aimed directly at his head.

A flash of madness crossed Bai Ina's face. He turned his sword's tip—not toward the airborne attacker, but straight down, impaling the ambusher beneath him through the heart, driving the blade deep into the deck.

At that same instant, the other blade had already reached Bai Ina's hair. In the next second, it would split him in two. But in that split second, Bai Ina used his planted sword as a pivot, spun upward, and kicked the incoming attacker square in the face, sending him flying. He then twisted in midair a few times before sliding to a stop on the deck.

In the direction Bai Ina slid, two pirates leaped without hesitation, charging straight at him as he lay on the deck.

Pfft—

A wild grin on his face, Bai Ina yanked the sword from his calf and, in almost the same instant, hurled both blades with all his strength. The swords pierced through the two pirates' bodies, driving them back several steps.

On the other side, the moment he threw the swords, Bai Ina pressed one hand against the deck, launching himself into a spin. As he rose, he snatched the thrown swords back, sheathing them into a drawing stance.

"One Sword Style—Iai Slash!"

A strike beyond the limits of dynamic vision erupted, severing the blade of a pirate charging from behind and sending his head soaring into the air.

All of this, though it seemed long, took less than a minute. The entire pirate ship was now drenched in the stench of blood, a stream of crimson flowing across the deck as it swayed with the vessel.

Silence fell over the deck. The remaining pirates, including Bandejie, stood frozen, staring in terror at the small, unsteady figure in the center of the corpses. Not a single one dared to step forward.