Supreme Emperor of One Piece

The massive ship, equipped with five heavy cannons, was suddenly torn apart by an enormous blast, a gaping hole now visible in its hull as wisps of smoke curled upward.

"Light Cannon!"

Shirayama's calm voice barely carried over the chaos as he fired from his right-hand pistol. A devastating beam of light streaked through the air with a sharp, shrill whistle.

The beam pierced straight through the ship, detonating on impact. The explosion triggered massive shockwaves, sending towering waves rippling across the sea, culminating in a small-scale tsunami.

"Where are you looking?"

Shirayama appeared before one of Yuri's remaining lieutenants, his expression a mix of amusement and cold calculation. Before the man could react, Shirayama raised his gun and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The sharp sound of a gunshot echoed. The infamous pirate, with a bounty of 9.8 million berries, fell to the ground, his eyes wide with fear. A clean, smoking hole marked his forehead.

Shirayama turned to the remaining pirates, who were now paralyzed with terror.

"And as for the rest of you... you're all going to die."

He leveled his left pistol at the fleeing crew.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A storm of glowing energy bullets erupted from his weapon, each one finding its mark. The fleeing pirates fell one by one, not a single man escaping.

The battle ended in less than a minute.

Meanwhile, less than fifty nautical miles away, a Marine fortress stood on high alert.

The fortress's commanding officer was none other than Captain T-Bone, the "Ship-Slicing Swordsman." Despite his fearsome appearance, T-Bone was known for his unwavering sense of justice and his deep care for his subordinates. He was a man who would risk everything to protect innocent lives.

His title came from his extraordinary swordsmanship, which allowed him to slice entire pirate ships into pieces as if they were mere steaks.

T-Bone, who had once fought in the great Marineford War and clashed with the Whitebeard Pirates, was a well-known figure within the Navy.

When the distress signal from Kulo Island came through, he didn't hesitate. He immediately ordered his crew to set sail at full speed toward the island.

"Hold out until we get there," he silently prayed, gripping the railing of his ship.

Despite the ship's top speed of 100 knots per hour, the journey would still take half an hour.

But half an hour was more than enough time for a pirate crew to massacre an entire island.

"Please… let there be survivors," T-Bone muttered under his breath as the ship raced across the waves.

Thirty minutes later, T-Bone and his crew arrived at Kulo Island.

The scene that greeted them was hauntingly quiet. Not a single sound could be heard, and the thick, metallic scent of blood lingered in the air.

T-Bone's heart sank. His worst fears seemed to have come true.

He closed his eyes in sorrow, fists clenched in frustration.

"Prepare to land," he ordered, his voice heavy. "Search for survivors and give them immediate medical attention."

"Yes, sir!"

The medics, already standing by, moved quickly, following T-Bone onto the island.

What T-Bone didn't notice was the faint trail of debris in the water behind his ship—splintered wooden planks and streaks of blood drifting away on the waves.

Once ashore, T-Bone braced himself for the worst.

However, what he found left him utterly speechless.

He had expected a gruesome massacre—blood-soaked streets and lifeless bodies strewn across the island. After all, any island attacked by pirates rarely escaped such a fate.

But the scene before him was entirely different.