The So-Called Samurai

The samurai's words had barely left his mouth when the entire warship fell silent for a moment.

The next second, every Marine's expression changed.

Shock, disbelief, even a hint of absurdity.

They looked down at the samurai gathered below in the harbor.

The men were short, with shaved foreheads and hair tied at the back. Two swords hung at each waist, and their eyes were fierce. They certainly looked imposing.

But beside the warship, they looked like a pack of stray dogs barking at a giant beast.

Almost every Marine had the same thought at once—

Who the hell are you?!

Where do you get the nerve?!

Some nearly laughed. The air turned strange, but someone soon caught on.

"Wait... do they not know who we are?"

That got to the heart of it.

Wano Country had closed itself off from the world.

Its people knew nothing of the outside world, nothing of the Navy's power, and nothing of who Rock was.

And under Kurozumi Orochi's indulgent rule, these samurai had long grown used to throwing their weight around and looking down on everyone.

And so the absurd scene unfolded.

A band of samurai barely over a meter tall on average surrounded a Navy warship with swords raised.

Rock and the two men beside him only had to stand at the bow. Their shadows, cast by figures over three meters tall, swallowed the samurai whole.

It was like giants looking down on ants. The pressure was plain to see.

Kuzan scratched his head, brow furrowed in genuine confusion.

"These guys..."

He turned to Rock. "What are they babbling about?"

Borsalino tilted his head slightly and narrowed his eyes.

"No idea~"

His voice was airy, and the corners of his mouth lifted.

"Feels like—"

He paused.

"They're threatening us?"

That only