After reaching a bounty of over a hundred million, Cobb had seen his fair share of things. He knew that out on the seas, there existed a special power known as Haki.
Cutting through Dustin's shield, that must've been Armament Haki, right? And just now, dodging my attack, that had to be Observation Haki.
Thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning as he quickly analyzed the situation.
He couldn't help but frown. Where the hell did this freak come from?
Still, it didn't matter much. Haki was special, sure—but that didn't mean it was unbeatable.
Just like how he couldn't cut iron, yet with raw strength alone, he could still hack through steel. Not to mention, he now wielded Oni-me.
With this blade in hand, even if it's Armament Haki, I'll still slice through it!
His eyes glinted coldly as he suddenly stomped down hard.
Boom!
The deck cracked under his foot, forming a bowl-sized dent. He shot forward like a gust of wind, charging straight at Junichi. Oni-me slashed forward, trailing a dark red arc.
But… the counterattack or evasion he expected didn't happen.
"Heh…"
Junichi raised one hand, and formed a hand sign with his fingers.
What the hell is he doing? Confusion flashed in Cobb's eyes, but his slash didn't slow.
The next moment, Junichi exhaled, his breath infused with fire chakra.
Whoosh!
A fireball the size of a basketball erupted from his mouth. It was a pure orange, not the usual reddish-orange.
That was because the fire's temperature was even higher, altering its color to a pure, searing orange.
"What!?" Cobb's face went pale with shock.
The moment the fireball appeared, he felt an unbearable heat, like his skin was about to ignite.
But it was too late to dodge. Despair flashed across his face.
Boom!
The orange fireball slammed into his chest and exploded violently. The terrifying blast tore his body into over a dozen pieces.
Then, the extreme heat instantly roasted the chunks of flesh, evaporating all the blood.
Plop… Plop…
When the remains hit the deck, all that was left was scorched charcoal—no sign of flesh or blood.
Thud!
Cobb's head finally rolled to the ground, his eyes still wide in disbelief and terror—lifeless.
Just like that, he was dead, as casually as if a random passerby had been killed.
"It was easier than expected." Junichi looked down at the charred remains.
"As expected of fire. As long as it's a living creature of flesh and blood, it's defenseless against the heat."
Tap tap tap…
At that moment, the remaining pirates from the ship's cabin were roused and came running out with weapons.
"Demonic Illusion: Hell Viewing Technique."
Without turning around, Junichi formed another hand sign, and silence instantly fell over the air.
All the pirates from the cabin froze in place.
Aside from Cobb and the first mate Dustin, everyone else was nothing more than small fry to him.
"So this is Oni-me?"
He bent down and picked up the dark red long blade that had fallen.
It felt cold to the touch, but beneath that coldness, there was an eerie heat, which stirred his bloodlust.
It was as if a voice from within the sword was urging him—to kill, to fight, to drink blood.
"A cursed blade, huh?"
He suppressed the influence of Oni-me.
In the One Piece world, many famous swords came with side effects—some would even backfire on their wielders. These blades were known as cursed swords. Ordinary people couldn't use them. Only swordsmen who had tamed such blades could wield them without harm.
"Quite a beauty."
He turned the sword over, examining the patterns on it.
The blade was long and slender, with dark red markings like flowing petals—resembling crimson demon eyes scattered across its surface. From certain angles, the blade reflected a deep scarlet gleam. That was why when it slashed, it looked like a thin line of blood-red light.
"The name Oni-me really fits." He nodded approvingly. The blade lay quietly in his hand, not emitting the slightest killing intent.
Instead, he could faintly feel emotions from it—submission, joy, excitement. It was as if the sword was thrilled to become Junichi's weapon.
"Interesting. Has a faint spirit started to form inside the sword?"
It didn't surprise him. This world was so full of energy that sometimes, even inanimate objects could develop a 'soul' under the right conditions.
Just like in the original series, where the Going Merry eventually gained a spirit of its own.
Time to deal with the rest.
Sword in hand, he stepped into the ship's cabin.
Thud thud thud…
Muffled sounds rang out. Dark red lines danced through the air, weaving through the pirates, severing heads from bodies—each face still frozen in a daze.
A few minutes late, he returned to the deck. With a casual flick, he shook the blood from the blade.
Not a single stain remained.
However, the flowing patterns on the sword had grown more vivid and sinister. It was as if the sword had absorbed power from the blood of those it had slain.
At the same time, a surge of joy flowed from the Oni-me.
He smiled faintly.
No wonder it was a Great Grade Blade—cutting through heads feels as effortless as slicing tofu.
In other words, the sheer quality of a Great Grade Blade allowed it to cut through iron.
And if wielded by a true swordsman, the cutting power would stack, becoming near unimaginable.
If Armament Haki was added on top of that, then the destructive force would be even more terrifying. It might even split a small mountain in two.
"And this sword's quality can still improve." Junichi could sense the sword's happiness. Its will had grown just a bit stronger.
Even the blade itself had improved slightly.
As long as it kept killing and drinking blood, its power would keep growing.
Of course, it was still a cursed sword. As its strength increased, so would the risk.
If the swordsman ever failed to control it, it would absolutely backfire. No matter how docile a cursed sword once was, if the wielder became weaker, the sword would rebel without hesitation.
"This really is such a Japanese concept."
He flicked the blade with his finger.
Ting!
The sword vibrated, letting out a clear, melodious ring. If Oni-me wanted to devour him, it would need the blood of tens of thousands.
But by the time he killed tens of thousands with this sword, his power would be beyond imagination.
At that point, Oni-me would never be able to catch up to his growth. It would never be able to bite back, not in a lifetime.
"Hm?" As he was musing, Junichi suddenly felt a surge of heat in his eyes.
Stimulated by Oni-me's bloodlust, he too felt a rush of excitement. His Uchiha bloodline stirred, and his ocular power surged.
He activated the Sharingan.
Zing!
One tomoe split into two.
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