Chapter 259: Ashore Before Setting Sail
Chapter 259: Ashore Before Setting Sail
Where am I? What am I doing?
Two of humanity’s three eternal questions hit Kuro all at once.
He’d just left Port, his hand had barely grazed the sea surface, ready to unleash hell on that distant fleet silhouette—
And then… nothing.
The scene before him looked like it had been ambushed by a tsunami.
His memory insisted he’d done exactly that, but he had zero recollection, no sensation of the action at all.
It was like watching a video on the origins of life, having just dropped his pants and grabbed toilet paper, only to find the paper already in the trash and his pants pulled up, his body insisting it was done.
But where was the process?!
I’m only fast with my blades, damn it!
By the heavens, everything else was supposed to be slow!
“Ability?”
After much deliberation, Kuro concluded only some ability could explain it.
Judging from the situation, it was probably time acceleration—something like Acceleration, absurdly overpowered.
“I guess I’m lucky after all.”
A chill ran down his spine.
If that ability had been used properly, he might’ve been the one losing. If Moe Island had been destroyed… the embarrassment would’ve been unbearable. Gramps was arriving soon.
He stared at the sea surface and clicked his tongue. “Didn’t feel the process earlier. Let me try again.”
He descended, his foot barely touching the water as he crouched, extending his palm into the sea.
From his palm outward, the sea erupted in shockwaves, churning the water into massive whirlpools that sucked in debris and corpses floating on the surface.
Beneath the waves, Elmos’ eyes suddenly snapped open. The violent turbulence activated his body.
Not yet! I can’t die!
His dream hadn’t come true yet!
Elmos’ greatest dream was becoming the underworld’s ruler—Six Kings wouldn’t do. The underground needed a Seventh King!
To achieve that dream, he absolutely couldn’t die here!
Suddenly, strength surged from nowhere. Using hands and feet, he began swimming upward from the seabed. Gradually, he neared the surface, sunlight filtering through the water like a sliver of hope above.
Almost there. Almost. Soon, he’d survive.
As his hand nearly breached the surface, a sound echoed from above.
“Lion’s Might!”
The shockwaves around Elmos expanded, resembling a typhoon beneath the sea. Debris and corpses shattered into fragments, reduced to particles. Everything within Kuro’s control zone was torn apart, even the sea creatures.
Elmos’ hand reached upward—only for the crushing pressure to yank his arm apart. Then his lower body followed, instantly shredded without pause.
“No!!”
Elmos roared, but seawater only let out bubbles. His entire body was torn apart, mixing into the sea like debris.
“Hmm?”
Kuro released his hand, glancing at the sea with a frown. “Felt something cry out. A survivor? Impossible. That tsunami should’ve killed everyone. Must’ve been a sea beast. Oh well, its bad luck.”
The Float-Float Fruit wasn’t just about making things float—it allowed free movement. By manipulating seawater, churning it with Grand Line’s pressure, it could become a meat grinder for everything in its path.
Kuro was still in the first stage, requiring physical strength to control objects. But he had enough strength to spare.
Creating a massive whirlpool with devastating impact force? No problem.
“Kuzan can freeze the sea. I can’t do that. But I can turn seawater into a meat grinder within my range. My area’s smaller, but who cares? I’ll train it bigger.”
Kuro grinned at his hands. At least his ability’s development was progressing steadily.
“Alright. The big fleet’s done. Nothing left to threaten this island.”
He scanned the sea, sensing no life auras, and nodded.
On the surface floated two ship figureheads: one a medicine pill, another a clock. Kuro chuckled.
“A farewell medicine pill? This ambusher’s got flair. Does he even know what this means?”
Shaking his head, he flew into the sky, heading back to Moe Island.
Meanwhile, Moe Island’s Port was battered by waves as a middle-aged man washed ashore.
He was a hulk of a man, over two meters tall, shirtless, with a cross spear slung over his shoulder. He stared blankly at Moe Island.
“I’m ashore?”
He recalled feeling bored on the ship, spotting a sea beast, jumping in to spear it, then swimming to Moe Island.
Blood for a warm-up—perfect for getting into the zone.
But how’d he get here so fast? Hadn’t he just entered the sea?
Yet the memory seemed intact. He’d killed the beast and swum over. It was fast, but—
“Whatever. Doesn’t matter!”
Shaking his head, he inhaled deeply and bellowed, “Kuro! Where are you?! I, Donald, have come to avenge my master! Kuro! Let’s duel to the death!!”
His voice boomed, bold and unrestrained, echoing across half the island.
Moments later, a swarm of Navy personnel rushed forward, crouching or standing, guns aimed at him.
The man’s expression darkened. He gripped his spear. “You cowards! I’m just here for a duel with Kuro! This isn’t your fight! Stand down!”
From the crowd’s rear, Lida stepped forward, eyeing him up and down.
“Who’re you? Surviving here? Must’ve had some luck.”
She’d witnessed Kuro summoning a tsunami from the sky, obliterating the fleet. For someone to survive? Exceptional fortune indeed.
“I am Donald, a son of the Flower Country! My surname is Tang, and ‘Nard’ means I shall embrace virtue. Pleased to meet you!”
Donald bowed formally, enunciating every word.
“Ah—actually, I didn’t ask for the meaning, but—my name is Flo Lida. Pleased to meet you too.”
Caught off-guard by his seriousness, Lida hastily bowed back.
“Understood.”
Donald nodded gravely, then resumed shouting. “Kuro! Kuro! Where are you?! Come face me! I demand vengeance!!”
Kuro?
Sazil, arriving from behind, paused. His first thought was that someone was calling him. But no—he was a nobody with no fame, strength, or status. Who’d even look for him?
“Who are you? What does Mr. Kuro want?”
Klah pushed through the Navy alongside Sazil, frowning.
The man’s aura—his sheer physical might—was formidable.
“I am Donald, a son of the Flower Country! My surname is Tang, and ‘Nard’ means I shall embrace virtue. Pleased to meet you!”
Donald bowed again, offering Klah a formal salute.
Klah: “….”
He’d heard it the first time. No need to repeat.
(End of Chapter)
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