Chapter 934: Smash First, Ask Questions Later!
Chapter 934: Smash First, Ask Questions Later!
Meanwhile, in a certain location within Wano Country...
A man in a striped yellow kimono and sunglasses frowned helplessly as he scratched his head, watching the disconnected call on his transponder snail. His squinted eyes softened into a wry smile.
"This is quite the predicament", he muttered. "Did Kuro get ambushed by Marshall D. Teach? If he’s still got strength left to support the old man, things might’ve gone too far. Truly terrifying."
The lenses of his sunglasses glinted ominously, his expression unreadable. Who knew what schemes churned behind those mirrored shades?
Elsewhere, Kuro tore through the skies at full speed. Within an hour, he spotted the Marine Base.
It was G-314—the base that had captured Pizarro. The closest outpost to the G-3 fortress.
Boom!
Kuro descended onto the port plaza like a meteor, kicking up a plume of smoke and dust. Alarms blared as Marines rushed toward the commotion, weapons drawn. But the moment they laid eyes on him, they froze.
"Is that the Golden Lion Vice Admiral?!"
A Marine officer blinked, staring at Kuro with dawning realization. The Vice Admiral’s uniform was tattered, crackling with residual combat energy. His Yokai Blade hung loosely in his grip, its killing intent suppressed but its oppressive presence undeniable. The crimson hue around his eyes made it impossible to meet his gaze directly. One by one, the Marines instinctively lowered their heads.
"Vice Admiral!"
The Base Commander finally arrived, snapping orders at his subordinates. He turned to Kuro with cautious formality. "Vice Admiral, are you here to—"
"Give me Wano Country’s Log Pose. Now." Kuro’s voice cut through the air like a scalpel.
"Wano Country’s Log Pose?" The commander nodded sharply. "You, go fetch the pointer for Vice Admiral!"
"Understood!" A Marine sprinted off, boots clattering against the ground.
The commander dared not ask questions. Orders from above were orders to obey.
Boroboroboro!
The transponder snail on Kuro’s wrist buzzed again. He flipped it open without hesitation.
The screen flickered to life, revealing Sakazuki’s stern face beneath his signature hat.
"Kuro."
"Fleet Admiral Sakazuki." Kuro acknowledged curtly.
"I’ve heard what happened. You repelled Blackbeard’s sneak attack—commendable. But regarding Wano Country, the old man insists you return. Borsalino can handle himself."
Sakazuki’s tone hardened. "Sending you there was the old man’s suggestion. He’ll take responsibility for this!"
"Too late", Kuro interrupted. "Your speed is too slow, Fleet Admiral. I’ll retrieve Gramps myself. With my mobility and his, we can escape."
Kuro’s crimson eyes glowed like embers. "I can’t trust anyone else with this."
"Kuro, that’s an order!" Sakazuki’s voice thundered.
Snap!
Kuro slammed the transponder snail shut. His eyes burned deeper crimson, his aura darkening.
He was irritated. Furious, even.
Gramps had always been good to him. Gratitude was etched into Kuro’s soul from a past life. Debts of kindness demanded repayment. Even enemies deserved respect if they’d taught him something worthwhile.
Kuro had never seen the world in black and white. Strength and weakness, friend and foe—these were nuances. Respect wasn’t reserved for allies alone.
Gramps needed him. Waiting was a gamble with too many variables. If the Marines captured him, the game was over.
Flying at maximum speed, Kuro could reach Wano Country in minutes. Extracting Gramps together was the surest path. Unlike Marshall D. Teach’s Devil Fruit, his own abilities left him free to flee.
"Vice Admiral, the Log Pose!"
The Marine returned, thrusting the pointer into Kuro’s hands before he even stopped running. Kuro’s fingers twitched—whoosh!—the device sailed into his grasp.
Boom!
Kuro erupted skyward, the shockwave blasting dust and debris in all directions. Marines staggered back, gazes fixed upward at the streak of crimson vanishing into the night.
Wano Country. A secluded nation in the latter half of the New World. Few knew its secrets, but Kuro knew enough.
Its geographical isolation was legendary. No coastal access—only towering cliffs and cascading waterfalls surrounded its elevated terrain. A fortress by nature, its people remained sealed away from the outside world.
A nation of samurai. A nation that shunned the World Government, perhaps even ignorant of its existence.
Wano’s specialty was Adamant—unbreakable material sold through intermediaries like Donquixote Doflamingo. Kuro himself wielded a weapon forged from it, its Seastone core capable of numbing foes.
Their artisans were unmatched, capable of refining Seastone into nails the size of rice grains, purifying their potency.
But none of this mattered now.
Wano’s geography was key. Its Inland Sea allowed ship navigation to the main island, with Oni’s Island nearby. A natural labyrinth, impenetrable to warships. Only fliers like him could breach it.
As Kuro tore through the sky, the moonlit stars above dimmed. A shadow spread across the heavens, as if the Grand Line’s depths had spilled into the firmament.
"Smash First, Ask Questions Later!"
Kuro roared, his crimson eyes blazing. He erupted into a blazing meteor, streaking toward his target.
(End of Chapter)
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