Canine-Canine Fruit: Mythical Zoan: White Wolf Form

Chapter 5: Canine-Canine Fruit: Mythical Zoan: White Wolf Form

"I absolutely have to learn this move!"

Rocks growled, unaware of a wet hand gripping the edge of the ship's hull on one side.

"Black Pearl, I won't hand you over to anyone."

The young pirate, Cassius, appeared on deck.

"Even if I don't have talent, I will become a Great Pirate like the captain, or even surpass him!"

Cassius saw the only other person on the ship, a young man about his age, the "helmsman" the captain had hired after they parted ways.

"Kid, hand this ship over to me!"

Cassius drew the saber from his back.

"What did you say!?"

Only then did Rocks notice Cassius, who had somehow appeared on deck.

He picked at his ear with a look of disdain.

"That old geezer told me to guard this ship for him."

"You want it?"

A "D" shaped smile spread across Rocks' face.

"Then come and take it!"

Seeing the smile on Rocks' face, Cassius felt an inexplicable unease.

But he was just a mere helmsman.

"I'm a crew member of the White Wolf Pirates!"

Whoosh!

Waves crashed onto the beach.

Unlike Rocks' excitement, Magnus did not let down his guard after his attack.

It was typical for an inexperienced youngster, but how could a Great Pirate with a bounty of 170 Million Beli be so easily killed by such a wide-ranging attack?

After all, they were hundreds of meters apart!

As expected.

Along with the debris of the pirate ship scattering across the sea, Farrell's furious, bloodcurdling roar also echoed.

"White! Wolf! Magnus!"

Farrell couldn't fly, but a few hundred meters wasn't an obstacle for him.

Before Magnus's Nation Splitter hit the ship.

Farrell had already dodged.

But in doing so, the pirate ship behind him suffered the consequences.

Farrell's heart was bleeding now.

This was his newly acquired ship, which had cost him a full 50 Million Beli!

If he hadn't been short on cash.

Why would he have risked targeting Magnus, the legend of the pirate world?

Now look at him.

He hadn't even seen Magnus's treasure, and he'd already lost a ship.

As for how many people on board would survive.

Half would be a good number.

Regardless, his plan to have his crew deal with Magnus had failed.

"Bloody Skull Farrell, I don't recall us having any grievances."

Magnus stood with his saber, facing Bloody Skull Farrell, quickly regulating his slightly disordered breathing after using his "ultimate move."

"Shut up!"

Farrell glared at Magnus with hatred.

"We didn't before, but we do now. If you willingly hand over your treasures, I might even give you a quick death!"

"Treasure?"

Hearing Farrell's words, Magnus looked taken aback, then burst into laughter as if he'd heard something amusing.

"Hahahaha— I don't recall having any treasure. Didn't you hear that kid Cassius say that I gave all my money to the crew when I disbanded the pirate group?"

Magnus had initially wondered who had betrayed him, but after seeing Cassius on the Blood Skull Pirates' ship, he understood.

Cassius was a survivor they found in a village that had been slaughtered by a group of pirates, after Cassius had been fighting alongside them.

At sixty-five years old, he was finding it increasingly difficult to keep up in battle and was already considering retirement. So, when Cassius joined, Magnus had intended to train him for a while and then let him find his own path.

However, Cassius lacked talent.

Or rather, his talent wasn't in combat, but in shipbuilding.

Thus, his experiences over the last five years led Cassius to develop a deep affection for his ship.

So much so that when they finally parted ways, Cassius asked Magnus to give him the ship, so he could continue traveling in place of the White Wolf Pirates.

Magnus refused.

Because Cassius was too weak; he wouldn't be able to defend such a large ship in the New World.

But Magnus hadn't expected Cassius to ultimately choose betrayal.

Farrell didn't know what Magnus was thinking.

But he absolutely refused to believe that Magnus, as a pirate, would distribute all his assets to his crew members.

"Since you won't say—"

Two daggers appeared in Farrell's hands.

"Then I'll defeat you and force you to tell me!"

He stepped forward, lowering his stance, the surging sea breeze whipping his bright red coat.

Bang!

As a crater formed in the ground beneath his feet, two cold lights instantly appeared before Magnus, lunging at him.

There was no flashiness.

Just pure speed.

As a Great Pirate with a bounty of 170 Million Beli, Farrell was indeed despicable and shameless, but undeniably, besides being despicable, he was also powerful.

However, standing before him was not one of the usual small fries he dealt with.

White Wolf Magnus.

He was a legend who had roamed these seas for fifty years, a legend among pirates, the owner of the Canine-Canine Fruit: Mythical Zoan: White Wolf Form.

Or.

Most people were more familiar with another name for this Devil Fruit.

(A dividing line, I don't know why this section was censored)

Canine-Canine Fruit: Mythical Zoan: Okuchi no Makami Form!

That's right, it was the fruit later eaten by Yamato, the daughter of Beasts Kaido, one of the Four Emperors.

That was forty years ago.

After ten years of adventuring at sea, Magnus had finally hit his limit.

Although he possessed some talent, it wasn't enough to help him reach the pinnacle.

At that time, he had to give his all just to face an ordinary Navy Vice Admiral.

So, after obtaining a Devil Fruit in a chance battle, even without knowing what abilities it would grant, Magnus chose to eat it.

In this world where strength reigns supreme, Magnus, who had been adventuring for years, had long realized that effort only determined a person's floor.

Only talent.

Determined a person's ceiling.

In the face of true talent, effort was insignificant.

Only a Devil Fruit.

Could break a person's limits.

As for the price of not being able to swim in water, it was utterly insignificant compared to the substantial increase in strength.

He was fortunate.

Magnus hadn't received some random Devil Fruit ability, but an Animal-type fruit that provided the greatest boost to basic physical stats.

And it was the most special type: Mythical Zoan.

"Didn't react in time?"

Seeing his twin daggers mere inches away, yet Magnus making no move, Farrell burst into laughter. "White Wolf Magnus, you've finally gotten old!"

Screech!

The daggers pierced Magnus's eyes, but the strange sensation made Farrell frown.

"Is that so?"

Magnus's low voice came from the side. Farrell saw that as his daggers plunged in, the "Magnus" figure before him began to turn pale.

Snap!

Bone-chilling cold spread along Farrell's dagger.

"Brat!"

A surging cold current wrapped around Magnus's sword. He suddenly appeared on Farrell's other side, and seeing the long saber about to descend, Farrell finally remembered—Magnus wasn't just a Devil Fruit user, but also one of the world's foremost sword masters.

"If you want to use me as a stepping stone, you'd better be prepared to stake your life!"

A humanoid White Wolf, nearly three meters tall, swung the long saber in its hand.

It slashed down.