"Their target is the Blood Axe Pirate Crew. Their captain, 'Blood Axe' Morton, has a bounty of 130 million Beli. He's a Zoan Ox-Ox Fruit, Bison Form user, notorious for his cruelty and bloodlust. According to our intelligence, they'll be conducting an arms deal on Scrap Iron Island tonight."
Under cover of night, a modified, extremely fast assault craft silently approached a desolate island that smelled of machine oil and rust.
On board, Brannew calmly distributed intelligence reports to his nine squad members.
He was the first person Lord Yas had given the "Baptism," and the first to stand under tenfold gravity. With those credentials and that strength, he had become the captain of the first squad without question.
His squad members were also the ten who had performed best during the first day of training.
"Our advantage is individual combat strength. Our disadvantages are numbers and actual combat experience. They have nearly three hundred pirates, and every one of them is a hardened outlaw who's lived on the edge of a blade."
Brannew's eyes were sharp. After the "Baptism," his brain seemed to have become a supercomputer, instantly analyzing both sides' strengths and weaknesses.
"So we can't charge straight in. My plan is..."
Before Brannew could finish, a burly squad member behind him with a vicious knife scar on his face interrupted impatiently.
"A plan? Screw your plan!" The scar-faced man's name was Rezo, a hot-tempered muscle fanatic. He licked his lips, bloodlust gleaming in his eyes. "Lord Yas wants heads and points! Why don't we just charge in and slaughter them all?!"
"Exactly! Why waste words on a bunch of trash?!" another squad member agreed.
They could all feel the explosive power inside them. Every one of them was itching to find someone to test their strength on