Blood spurted!
Yugoro stared in horror at the long blade buried in the pirate's waist. He had never imagined the pirate would completely ignore his attack.
He knew exactly what that meant!
He looked at Gensuke. His dear friend's eyes brimmed with tears of despair, his arms fell limp as their strength left them, and then the greatsword tore his body in two.
A spray of blood dyed Yugoro red.
"Gensuke!!!"
There was no time to mourn his dear friend. After tearing through Gensuke's body, the greatsword appeared before his eyes.
Death was upon him!
With no time to pull his sword free and block, Yugoro immediately coated both arms in Ryuo and crossed them in front of himself.
When the greatsword struck his arms, he finally understood what his dear friend had felt.
Crack!
His Ryuo collapsed, and his arm bones shattered.
The heavy greatsword slammed into his chest without losing momentum, shattering every rib and rupturing all his internal organs.
His corpse went flying.
Clang!
The greatsword plunged into the ground.
Good braced himself against it, gritted his teeth, and pulled the long blade from his waist. With no time to treat his wound, he immediately scanned his surroundings.
More and more samurai charged at him.
"Come and get me!!!"
Fight, fight!
Good roared like a madman. Every swing of his greatsword killed a samurai, but those broad, sweeping attacks also left him wide open!
Splurt!
His back, his waist, his legs...
The wounds on his body multiplied at a visible rate.
Good's eyes glinted red as his attacks grew even more frenzied. If he could kill an enemy, he would do it, even at the cost of another wound.
Especially when facing the strongest samurai!
He knew perfectly well that against so many enemies, thinning their ranks was paramount, especially those strong enough to pose a lethal threat.
Better to kill one than wound ten!
For him, this battle was more than simply wiping out the Kozuki Remnants. It was also his answer to those above him!
He would secure his place among the Beasts Pirates!
On the viewing platform, the four members of the Ulti fan club were frantic.
"At this rate, Boss Good will die!"
"Are we really not going to help?"
"Shut up! Have faith in Boss Good!"
Before the battle, Boss Good had ordered them not to intervene, no matter what happened next-even if he died.
This was Boss Good's battle!
But now, seeing the wounds covering his entire body and that horrifying blood loss, how could they not be anxious?
Anyone else would have died eight times over after losing that much blood. It was a miracle that Boss Good could still fight.
An unknown amount of time passed.
Boom!
Good roared as he swung his blade, cleaving a samurai in half at the waist. Through eyes blurred with blood, he viciously scanned his surroundings for his next enemy.
Yet there was not a single person within ten meters of him.
The remaining seven or eight samurai had all retreated dozens of meters away, their faces deathly pale and their bodies trembling.
"M-monster!"
The remaining samurai were scared out of their wits.
They could not understand. Their enemy was riddled with blades and had been slashed countless times, so why could he still swing that greatsword and fight? Why had he not fallen?
Clatter!
Their swords fell to the ground.
The terrified samurai turned and fled, hoping to return to the deserted Wilderness.
Thud, thud, thud!
More than a dozen arrows struck the ground at their feet.
Then dozens of pirates appeared ahead of them, led by a beautiful young woman holding a longbow.
"You really put your life on the line."
Speed's scalp prickled at the sight of the carnage, especially Good, who stood at the center of the battlefield with barely a breath left in him.
She had thought Good was a very shrewd man who planned everything he did. The hot spring inn in particular had left her stunned for a long time, since she knew the entire story of how he had bought the property.
She had never imagined Good had such a crazy side.
"Round up everyone still alive and send them to the Prisoner Quarry!"
"Yes!"
After giving her subordinates their orders, Speed hurried over to Good.
The longer she looked at him, the more unnerved she became.
She waved a slender hand before Good's eyes.
"Dead yet?"
"Not dead."
Good shot the young woman an irritated glare.
Though he was covered in wounds and apparently still had several blades stuck in his back, none had struck a vital spot.
Speed was rather shocked.
"You still have the strength to talk?!"
"..."
Good rolled his eyes.
He really had no strength left. Besides his tough physique, there was another important reason he had held on until now.
He was standing on the earth!
At that moment, Earth Power was flowing continuously into his body through his feet, healing his wounds at an extremely slow rate.
He reckoned that standing there for three days and three nights would fully heal his injuries.
Speed rubbed her hands together eagerly.
"Need me to carry you?"
"No, let me stand a little longer!"
Good hurriedly stopped her.
Right now, lying down would have been best.
Increasing his contact with the ground would improve his recovery, but with so many people watching, he had to maintain his image as a powerhouse.
Speed: "..."
Onigashima, banquet hall.
"Worororo! Well done!"
Kaido laughed heartily, clearly pleased with Good's performance.
King and the others smiled as well.
Good had given them a perfect answer.
By risking his life to fight the samurai, he had not only completed his mission but also shown them his potential and his loyalty-his willingness to stake his life for the Beasts Pirates.
Put simply:
Boss, I'm one of your own!
In high spirits, Kaido took a swig of his drink.
He liked strong people!
Good did not qualify as one yet, but he had the potential to become one!
And he was worth nurturing!
"King, pass down the order. For his merits in subjugating the Kozuki Remnants, Good is promoted to Shinuchi!"
"Oh, and Yamato's shop has opened, but I haven't done anything as her father yet. Send over 10,000 gold on my behalf!"
"And put that kid in charge of receiving Joker, too!"
Chapter 20: An incompetent general wears out the entire army
The next day, inside the Hot Spring Shop.
Wrapped in bandages from head to toe, Good lay on a sofa with his eyes closed, resting. More than a dozen female attendants knelt beside him, eagerly massaging his feet and kneading his shoulders.
As the women stroked his firm muscles, their bodies grew unbearably hot, and their aroused gazes seemed wet enough to drip.
"My lord, how is this pressure?"
"Let me massage your legs."
"My lord, I'll peel some grapes for you..."
The women waited on him attentively. Some who had never been able to keep their hands to themselves kept taking advantage of the opportunity to cop a feel, their little hands wandering all the way to the tops of Good's thighs.
Good's heroic figure the night before had completely won them over.
In all of Wano Country, there was probably no other real man like Lord Good. Just breathing in the masculine scent coming off his body was enough to make them lose control.
They were wet...
"Stop licking your lips. Show some restraint!"
Good scolded them with a dark expression. If he had not been in too much pain to move, he would have given those shameless hussies a spanking.
Getting whores to go straight really is hard!
Before long.
Blue Worm and the other three came running over excitedly, their eyes full of admiration as they looked at Good. "Good news, Boss Good! You've been promoted to Shinuchi!"
"Yeah, I know."
Good waved a hand calmly.
He had risked his life to make his loyalty clear. It would have been hard to justify if Boss Kaido had not thrown him a little reward.
Unlike Yamato, he had long since decided to stay with the Beasts Pirates.
A boss who valued talent, relaxed management, generous benefits, and advancement for anyone capable-where else would he find such a great place to work?
With the Beasts Pirates backing him, he could save himself more than a decade of detours!
As for striking out on his own, with the world outside engulfed in war, the rewards of venturing out were nowhere near proportionate to the risks.
He did not care about the One Piece anyway. Besides, Nika had already raised his hand and claimed the championship eight hundred years ago. Even Roger would have gone there only to return home crying.
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