Mythical Fish Are Still Fish

"Submit or die."

Dawn issued Kid, whose severe injuries had yet to heal, a final ultimatum. Having just arrived, he had immediately sought out Kid. A Conqueror's Haki user was worth recruiting, but then again, if such a user refused to be controlled, he would kill him at once.

The old affairs of the Rocks Pirates served as a warning as vivid as yesterday. No matter how many Conqueror's Haki users were on board, if they could not be used by the captain, they would become the deadliest powder kegs. Dawn had no interest in burying such a mine for himself.

"Cough... ptoo!"

Kid spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva. A nearly crazed sneer hung on his face as he glared viciously at the blond young man looking down at him.

"Give it up! I will never submit to anyone!"

Dawn looked at the unyielding, almost foolish fire in Kid's eyes and sighed softly.

What a waste of talent.

He shot out a hand like lightning and seized Kid by the throat.

Crack.

The crisp sound of breaking bone rang through the warehouse. Kid's eyes widened, still holding traces of resentment and fury, but the light of life rapidly went out. Dawn released him, and the corpse crumpled to the ground.

Killer let out a beast-like roar and charged forward without regard for his life, swinging his blades.

Dawn did not even turn around. He merely swept his left hand backward.

An invisible Gravity Field crashed down like a sledgehammer, violently pinning Killer to the ground. The floor cracked and caved in, blood pouring from beneath his mask.

Only then did Dawn turn around. Kikoku slid half an inch from its sheath, and a flash of steel streaked through the air.

A head rolled away.

Silence returned to the