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Chapter 150: Ninja Arts
Chapter 150: Ninja Arts
Boom!
Curiel struck first, hurling a flash bomb that exploded right in front of Kuro, unleashing a blinding burst of light.
Bang! Bang!
Izou fired several shots in rapid succession, unleashing Haki-infused bullets that whistled through the air with terrifying speed.
Kuro barely stepped back when Bissta suddenly appeared beside him.
"Rose Garden Mayhem!"
Bissta twirled his twin blades, conjuring a storm of rose petals. They sliced through the air like razor-sharp blades, glinting menacingly as they homed in on Kuro.
From the opposite flank, Marco circled around, his legs blurring into afterimages as he launched a devastating kick.
Meanwhile, Jozu charged headfirst, aiming to crush Kuro with his sheer momentum.
Trapped from all sides.
Kuro grimaced inwardly.
One tanky brute with rapid regeneration, another with sky-high defense, a frontline brawler, a long-range sniper, and a support specialist with flash bombs.
What the hell? Am I some raid boss?
Or am I suddenly an Uchiha? I don’t even have Susano’o!
"No choice then."
He exhaled sharply, raising his hand. The earth beneath Jozu’s charging feet erupted, launching the Diamond Man backward. The flying earth extended like a gaping maw, swallowing Jozu whole before hurling him away.
Nearby, the scattered metal spikes and debris on the ground trembled violently before soaring into the air, forming a thick iron wall to block Izou’s bullets.
The Haki-charged rounds pierced through, but their velocity had significantly decreased.
Three down, two remaining.
Kuro swept his blade, unleashing a massive slash that scattered the incoming rose petals. The slash dissipated, but he immediately struck again, targeting Bissta.
Clang!
Bissta blocked the strike with his twin blades, the force sending vibrations through his arms. He smirked. "I blocked it!"
Kuro pointed his finger. "Not quite."
A dagger-sized metal spike materialized in Bissta’s abdomen, burying itself deep.
"You—" Bissta stared at the wound, stunned.
"Slash Wave!"
Kuro pushed forward, his blade sliding past Bissta’s defenses and sending him flying.
Simultaneously, Kuro sheathed Autumn Water and turned to face Marco.
"Ichiryu Style – Thousand Cutting Valleys!"
With a flash of his blade, Autumn Water unsheathed in a single motion, striking Marco hundreds of times in an instant.
Marco, cloaked in blue flames, grunted as he kicked Kuro, using the recoil to transform into his Phoenix form and soar backward, landing heavily on the ground.
Regaining human form, Marco’s expression darkened. Uninjured for now, but if he couldn’t dodge that relentless assault…
Bissta yanked the spike from his abdomen, tossing it aside, his gaze locking onto Kuro with renewed intensity.
Jozu shattered the earth cocooning him, his face grim as he stared at the floating iron wall.
Izou and Curiel looked no better.
Five captains unleashing their full combined power… and he neutralized it all?
"Devil Fruit user", Marco muttered.
Kuro exhaled, slowly resheathing his blade. Standing tall, he faced the group.
"C’mere, dance for me now."
The floating metal shards suddenly erupted like rain, pelting the five.
"Watch out, Izou!"
Marco instinctively turned, but the density of the attack made evasion nearly impossible.
At that moment, Kuro’s figure rippled like a water mirage.
He reappeared behind Curiel.
Gripping the hilt, he declared, "Your flash bombs annoy me. Ichiryu Style—"
Boom!
A sudden shockwave reverberated through the air.
Kuro’s body lurched sideways, his attack interrupted mid-motion.
Marco seized the opening, launching himself toward Curiel and kicking Kuro away.
The metal rain clattered to the ground, disrupted by the shockwave.
"No way—"
Kuro retreated, glancing back to see Whitebeard lifting his blade before slamming it down.
Boom!
The earth beneath Kuro shattered, vibrations shaking his Haki-woven body.
Whitebeard raised his blade again, its tip striking the ground.
Thud!
Third strike.
Kuro felt an even more violent tremor.
Boom!!!
The entire area exploded into rubble.
Kuro hovered in the air, his expression darkening.
"He flew?!"
Marco exclaimed, "Earlier, was he holding back against us? This guy’s definitely hiding another agenda."
"Not just a swordsman", Bissta mused.
The other captains wore expressions of shock or contemplation.
Kuro glared at Whitebeard. "Old man, you said you wouldn’t fight?"
If he hadn’t taken flight quickly, that attack could’ve seriously injured him.
Whitebeard grinned maliciously. "Won’t allow anyone to harm my sons. Besides, I’m Whitebeard—since when do I need a brat’s permission? Kid, did you inherit Shanks’ powers and swordsmanship?"
"Shanks?! Shanks!" Marco gasped.
Shanks—the legendary pirate whose abilities and swordsmanship this man inherited?
Impossible!
"Who’s this Shanksy monkey you’re babbling about? Never heard of him", Kuro snapped.
"Then what are you?!" Izou roared. "Not a pure swordsman, and you’ve no right to wield Autumn Water!"
"Who said I need permission?"
Kuro turned to Izou. "Listen, I’m from Wano Country too. Don’t believe me? I’ll prove it. Wano has ninjas, right? And ninjas use ninja arts. That’s what I used earlier. Let me demonstrate again."
He flicked his fingers dramatically. "Ninja Art!"
Suddenly, rain poured from a clear sky, drenching everyone.
"Ninja Art!"
With another hand motion, the ground beneath the Whitebeard crew erupted into sharp earth spikes.
The captains swiftly destroyed the spikes, but the sheer spectacle left them stunned.
Bissta exclaimed, "Wano has such ninja arts? Impressive!"
"Nonsense!"
Izou countered, though doubt crept into his voice.
His childhood in Wano was brief—working the streets with his brother before joining their officer. He barely knew the country’s secrets. Could this strange ninja art truly exist?
"Ninja Art!"
The fallen metal spikes and debris rose again, merging with the rain into an iron curtain.
The captains tensed.
Marco and Jozu guarded Whitebeard, while others drew weapons to counter the looming threat.
Kuro smirked. As long as they didn’t question the rain’s origins…
Water itself couldn’t weaken opponents unless engulfed. Abilities remained usable—unless…
"Lion’s Majesty!" Kuro clenched his fist.
The rain coalesced into a massive lion’s head, swallowing all seventeen men.
Devil Fruit users faced immediate peril.
Marco, transforming mid-air, reverted to human form as the seawater stripped his Phoenix flames. Jozu’s diamond armor faded, his defensive powers nullified. Whitebeard, engulfed in the largest water lion, gritted his teeth.
The iron curtain descended.
Victory!
Slicing his blade, Whitebeard shattered the water sphere effortlessly. Watching the falling debris, he snarled, "Brat, well played."
He clenched his fist, punching empty air.
Boom!!!
The water and iron disintegrated in a shockwave, drenching the battlefield.
The sky cleared.
Kuro, meanwhile, sped away, his figure fading into the distance.
Fighting the entire Four Emperors’ crew? He wasn’t insane.
Thought I wanted to fight?
Wrong. This was my escape plan!
That’s what victory feels like!
P.S. Still writing furiously—call me Master Longfish if you will!
(End of Chapter)
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