Slaughter on Fish-Man Island
But it couldn't even withstand a single blow from those crimson Sharingan.
As the blade was pulled out, a cloud of blood mist rose up, and the first mate's body slid limply to the ground, piling up among the surrounding remains that were no longer distinguishable from one another.
The captain of the Blood Sailboat used his remaining right arm to support himself on the ground, and with his last bit of strength, he raised his head.
His vision was beginning to blur, but he still stared intently at the figure walking towards him.
He was unwilling to accept it.
Having spent twenty years in the New World, I've seen the Four Emperors, Vice Marine Vice Admiral, and countless monsters, but I've never seen anything like this before.
"Why..." His voice was hoarse and broken, slurred with blood as it came from his throat, each word filled with irreconcilable resentment and despair, "We had no grudge against each other... why... did it have to come to this?"
Natsu's Wood Clone walked up to him and stopped.
The crimson Sharingan gleamed with a cold, eerie light in the dim seawater, and the young face remained expressionless.
He tilted his head slightly, as if examining a dying insect, then slowly squatted down to meet the captain of the blood-stained sailboat at eye level.
His voice was very soft, so soft it sounded like he was talking to himself, yet it clearly pierced through the deathly silence of the harbor, each word landing in the gradually blurring pupils of the captain of the blood-stained sailboat.
"Why? If there has to be a reason, it's because I'm unhappy, is that enough?" The Wood Clone stood up, wiped the remaining blood off the Tachi, and sheathed it.
He turned and walked out of the harbor, his footsteps making a soft sound in the pool of blood, leaving the captain of the blood-stained sailboat alone, paralyzed among the mountains of corpses.
His breathing grew weaker and weaker, his vision blurred and blurred, and before his consciousness completely sank into darkness, he finally remembered the outdated intelligence he had bought from the underground information dealer before he left— Fish-Man Island, protected by the Whitebeard Pirates, with no other threats.
He never knew until his death that the information was already more than half a year past its expiration date.
The boy who crouched down in front of him and looked at him with the same eyes one would give an insect was named Uchiha Natsu.
For more than a month, Natsu didn't attend to any important matters.
He didn't review clan documents, didn't inquire about the duty shifts at the Heavenly Awakening Hall, and didn't ask about the progress of his Sage Mode cultivation. Even the briefings sent by Elder Setsuna the West Blue every three days were left untouched on the coral table in his guest room in the Ryugu Palace.
At first, Izumi counted for him—this is the third letter, this is the fourth. If Uncle Fugaku knew that you were sunbathing and playing with dolphins on Fish-Man Island Tenten, he would probably be so angry that Susanoo.
Natsu leaned against the ship's railing without even lifting her eyelids, saying that her uncle Fugaku had Aunt Mikoto with him and had no time to care about him.
Quan thought about it and realized that it seemed to be true, so he stopped worrying about him.
He was indeed tired.
It wasn't physical exhaustion, but the kind of exhaustion that comes from finally being able to loosen the tension a little after being on edge for fifteen years.
From the day he learned that he had been reborn into the Uchiha Clan, that string in his mind had never been loosened.
In Konoha, he had to be wary of Danzo, the Third Hokage, and Konoha Uchiha Itachi, that brainwashed idiot.
Having arrived at this vast ocean and activated the system, he must lead his entire clan to start from scratch, establish a foothold, build Origin Island, fight the Summit War, reorganize the West Blue, defend the three islands, suppress pirates, and compete openly and covertly with the World Government.