Beside him, a wretched pirate with a flat nose and triangular eyes stared at the little girl curled up in a pool of blood.
A disgusting grin spread across his face as a weird, shrill cackle escaped his throat: “Heh heh heh, this little brat is actually quite a looker, gihahaha!”
“Hey, hey, hey!
You’re way too perverted, aren’t you?!” The pirates nearby didn’t lift a finger to stop him; instead, they burst into raucous laughter, their eyes filled with bloodthirsty excitement.
“You’d even lay a hand on a kid that small?
Hahaha!
You’ve got some nerve!”
The surrounding laughter grew louder, and filth-ridden words were hurled like dirty water.
Leaning against the mast, Hal watched the scene.
Not only did he not stop it, but he also puffed on his cigarette, a cruel smile playing on his lips, as if this human tragedy before him was nothing more than a bit of fun to liven things up.
Just as the wretched pirate was rubbing his hands together and stepping toward Nina, the lookout on the mast suddenly erupted in a heart-wrenching scream.
The shock and terror in that voice instantly drowned out the laughter and screams filling the ship.
“What…
what is that thing?!!
All hands on alert!!
Hurry, get ready!!”
Hal’s face darkened instantly, his irritation at being interrupted almost overflowing.
He spat his cigarette onto the deck and roared at the lookout, “What are you howling for?!
Seen a ghost?!”
Muttering curses, he rushed to the ship’s railing, snatched the binoculars handed over by a subordinate, and looked in the direction the lookout was pointing.
But with just one look, the fury on his face froze, replaced by utter shock and disbelief.
On the vast, boundless blue sea, three figures were standing upright, treading upon the surging waves.
Without even a single plank of wood beneath their feet, they were speeding toward the merchant ship as if they were walking on level ground!
“What the hell is that?!!” Hal slammed the binoculars down, his eyes bulging.
He almost thought he’d drunk too much rum and was seeing things, but when he looked again, the three figures were already drawing closer, and he could even make out the clothes they were wearing.
He snapped back to his senses, the hair on his body standing on end.
He screamed at the top of his lungs, “All hands on alert!!
Everyone, move!!
Aim the cannons over there!
Boys, grab your gear!!”
The pirates, who had been laughing and looting just moments ago, were thrown into chaos.
They scrambled for their blades and guns, stumbling to the ship’s railing.
The cannoneers frantically turned their guns, and everyone’s gaze was fixed firmly on the three figures on the sea who were completely defying common sense.
At the same time, the salty sea breeze was already tinged with a faint scent of blood, and the vague sounds of wailing drifted over with the waves.
Uchiha Yashiro looked at the merchant ship and the pirate ship entangled in the distance, his brow furrowing instantly.
He turned to Shin beside him and asked, “Young Master Shin, what should we do?”
“Go up, leave survivors, and gather intelligence.” Shin’s gaze fell on the ship flying the Jolly Roger.
Without a moment’s hesitation, his voice carried an unquestionable decisiveness.
As soon as he finished speaking, an ear-splitting roar suddenly exploded.
Several pitch-black cannonballs, wreathed in flames and trailing shrieks as they tore through the air, hurtled straight toward the three of them with terrifying force.
Uchiha Yashiro raised an eyebrow, his tone laced with disdain.
“What kind of trick is this?
Do people in this world use such straightforward things for sneak attacks?”
With a flick of his fingers, four Kunai wrapped in Chakra were gripped between his knuckles.
With a sharp snap of his wrist, the cold glints of steel instantly shot through the air, leaving only the sharp whistle of weapons tearing through the wind.
“What’s that?” From the railing in the distance, Hal hesitated for a moment before bursting into a sneer of utter contempt.
“Hahaha!
What the hell is this?
Thinking you can block cannonballs by throwing a few pieces of scrap metal?
Where did these primitives come from?”
Before his laughter could subside, four earth-shattering explosions suddenly erupted over the sea.
The four cannonballs were actually struck with precision in mid-air and blown to pieces.
The resulting massive waves shot into the sky, and the shockwaves sent a tremor through the surface of the sea.
The mockery on Hal’s face froze instantly, his eyes widening like copper bells in complete disbelief.
“What?!
How is that possible?!”
On the other side, Uchiha Yashiro also felt the explosive power, which was comparable to an Explosive Tag.
He clicked his tongue, his expression shifting slightly.
“That’s something.
The power is almost on par with a standard Explosive Tag.”
Shin didn’t respond.
With a calm expression, his hands flew through a series of hand signs, completing the seals in an instant.
“Water Release: Water Dragon Bullet Technique.”
The moment the words left his lips, the sea beneath the three of them surged violently.
A water dragon over ten meters long burst from the waves, its scales and claws clearly defined.
With an ear-splitting roar, it slammed heavily into the hull of the merchant ship.
CLANG—!!
The massive impact sent the entire merchant ship reeling, the hull letting out an overburdened groan.
Dozens of pirates who had lost their footing were sent flying with screams, crashing heavily into the sea.
Those remaining were thrown into disarray, some clinging to the mast or collapsing on the deck in sheer terror.
Several cannons near the railing were overturned by the surge of water, hitting the deck with dull, heavy thuds.
Hal’s face turned as pale as paper, his legs going weak as he nearly slumped to the deck.
He shrieked incoherently, “Monsters!
They’re monsters!”
Before the pirates’ terrified screams could fade, three figures appeared like ghosts at three different spots on the merchant ship.
At the top of the lookout tower, Uchiha Yakumi held the railing with one hand, his crimson Sharingan spinning slowly as he surveyed the entire scene.
At the bow of the ship, Uchiha Yashiro toyed with a Kunai in his hand, a cold smile playing on his lips.
And on the railing of the second deck, Shin crouched there, his clothes fluttering in the sea breeze.
A pair of crimson Three-Tomoe Sharingan gazed down coldly at the chaotic mess of pirates below.
“Hey, you lot.
Who is the Captain?”
His voice wasn’t loud, yet it was like shards of ice, cutting through the ship’s screams and wails to fall clearly into everyone’s ears.
The pirates below were instantly silenced.
They looked at one another, necks shrinking back, and no one dared to be the first to speak.
“I’ll ask one more time.
Who is the Captain?” Shin’s tone was devoid of emotion, yet it sent a bone-chilling cold through everyone present.
The deck remained deathly silent.
No one knew what this boy, who looked barely ten years old, would do to the Captain.
If they identified him now and this god of death left, it would be them who had to settle the score later.
But in the next second, Shin’s figure vanished from where he stood.
When he reappeared, he was standing in front of a pirate cowering at the very front of the crowd.
He reached out his right hand, precisely gripping the man’s neck, and applied a slight pressure with his fingertips.
CRACK—
The crisp sound of bone snapping rang out.
Before the terror could even fade from the pirate’s face, his body went limp and collapsed, devoid of life.
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