Chapter 11: Chapter: XI
The Battle Continues.
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Shiraga's smirk widened as he stared at the man, the anticipation electrifying the air between them. The moment for words had passed; now it was time for action.
"Fun times over, let's duke this shit out already," the man declared, his grip on the massive great sword tightening. With a swift motion, he unleashed a powerful overhead swing, aiming to strike Shiraga with all his might.
But Shiraga was ready. With agility and precision, he swiftly sidestepped to the left, evading the ferocious strike with ease. In that moment, his smirk grew even more pronounced, his confidence radiating.
Seizing the opportunity, Shiraga launched himself forward, his right forearm enveloped in an icy gauntlet formed by his powers. The cold emanating from his gauntlet contrasted sharply with the heat of the battle. It was a clash of elements, a clash of wills.
"You asked for it!" Shiraga exclaimed, his voice filled with determination as he aimed a powerful punch straight for the man's jaw. The impact reverberated through the air, a testament to Shiraga's strength.
The man's head snapped to the side from the force of the blow, a brief flicker of surprise crossing his face. However, he quickly regained his composure, his expression transforming into one of grim determination.
' This kid can't be that strong..... ' The man's initial disbelief at Shiraga's strength was quickly replaced by a bead of sweat trickling down his cheek. He shook his head, refocusing his determination. Gripping his blade tightly, he unleashed a swift horizontal swing, aiming directly for Shiraga's torso.
Shiraga's smile faded momentarily, replaced by a serious expression as he concentrated on the imminent danger. Reacting swiftly, he ducked down with a hair's breadth to spare, evading the deadly trajectory of the man's blade.
"Fast... I like it!" Shiraga exclaimed, his voice laced with a mixture of admiration and excitement. In a seamless motion, he launched himself upward from his crouched position, delivering a powerful uppercut aimed at the man's jaw once again.
The impact of Shiraga's blow was undeniable. The man's head snapped back, his eyes rolling back for a fleeting moment. However, just as it seemed that Shiraga had gained the upper hand, the man's eyes snapped back into place, a fierce determination shining within them.
"GRRHH!" the man growled, summoning his strength. With even greater force behind his movements, he swung his blade horizontally once more, aiming to deliver a devastating blow.
" Fuck... " A surge of realization washed over Shiraga as he braced himself. Instinctively, he brought up his frosty arm, attempting to block the incoming strike.
The collision between the massive sword and Shiraga's icy gauntlet created a reverberating shockwave, causing the very air around them to tremble. Despite his efforts, the sheer force behind the blow sent Shiraga hurtling through the air, crashing into the crates in the corner of the warehouse.
Shiraga's body crashed into the wooden crates, breaking them apart. Shiraga rose to his feet, brushing off the remnants of the impact as if the attack had barely grazed him. His demeanor remained unfazed, devoid of any visible signs of injury or pain. Not a scratch marred his body, a testament to his Vinsmoke blood.
The man, taken aback by Shiraga's seemingly unscathed state, couldn't help but feel a mixture of surprise and frustration. His attack should have left a mark, yet the young bounty hunter stood before him untouched.
"Impossible... How is this kid still standing?" the man muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing in a mix of disbelief and determination.
Shiraga, maintaining his composure, locked eyes with the man, his own gaze filled with a touch of amusement. It was clear that he had much more to show, and the battle was far from over.
As the tension in the room thickened, both combatants braced themselves for the next round, ready to unleash their skills and push their limits further.
" It's my turn to use a sword now... " Shiraga chuckled, his eyes gleaming with a mix of confidence and amusement. He continued to swing his blade through the air, effortlessly cutting through the invisible barriers that surrounded him. The sharp whistling sound of his sword's movement filled the space, adding a sense of anticipation to the scene.
" I'm just a child, no stop! " Shiraga chuckled, his voice carrying a hint of sarcasm.
The man ignored Shiraga's comment, his determination overpowering any distractions. With a final burst of energy, he charged forward, his sword raised high above his head. The intensity of the moment was accompanied by the comical, almost surreal background music that seemed to follow his every move.
" Uh, you hear that? " Shiraga said as he picked his ear.
As the man closed in on Shiraga, his powerful strides creating ripples in the rain-soaked ground, he swung his sword downward with all his might, aiming to deliver a devastating blow. The air crackled with anticipation as their clash loomed.
"Guess it was just me... " Shiraga muttered with a sly grin, his eyes focused and alert. With precise timing and agility, he swiftly raised his own blade, meeting the descending strike head-on. The clash of steel echoed throughout the warehouse, momentarily stooping the comical theme music that had accompanied the man's charge.
Astonishingly, as their weapons collided, the man's sword shattered into two pieces, causing him to recoil in shock. A deep diagonal wound appeared across his body, blood spurting forth as gravity took its course. The realization of his defeat dawned upon him, his eyes widening with a mixture of pain and disbelief.
The man collapsed onto his knees, his gaze fixed upon Shiraga, filled with an overwhelming sense of fear. Shiraga's carefree expression vanished, replaced by a chilling semblance that mirrored the king of the underworld.
Observing his partially shattered great sword on the ground, Shiraga contemptuously kicked it toward the man. "Pick it up," Shiraga commanded, his voice echoing with the eerie resonance of a demon despite his youthful appearance.
Tears streamed down the man's face as he desperately pleaded with Shiraga. "Please spare me!" he implored, his pride shattered by the defeat inflicted upon him by a mere child.
"If you refuse, death shall be your fate," Shiraga warned, slowly raising his blade above his head. The man remained prostrated on his knees, his body trembling in terror, as he involuntarily lost control and soiled himself, forming a humiliating puddle beneath him.
" Pleas-- " Uttering a final plea, the man's words were abruptly cut off as Shiraga swiftly severed his head, blood gushing from his severed neck. The lifeless body slumped to the ground, mingling with the pool of urine.
Shiraga approached the decapitated body and retrieved the severed head, placing it carefully within a bag.
As Shiraga approached the crumpled piece of paper, he carefully unraveled it, revealing a bounty poster. His eyes scanned the contents.
"How much is this guy worth again?" he muttered to himself.
At the bottom of the poster, it stated a staggering sum of 10 million.
"Him? Worth 10 million beri? That's insane. He's probably only as strong as a 3 million beri bounty," Shiraga contemplated, speculating on the reasons behind such a high bounty. "Maybe he's worth this much for the gold he stole and killing women and children. But that's not my problem, to be honest."
Shrugging off the thought, Shiraga put on his raincoat once more and made his way out of the warehouse. The scene before him was a gruesome battlefield, with the entire warehouse strewn with blood-soaked corpses—a testament to the merciless massacre that had taken place.
Apologies for missing the dialogue in my previous response. Here is an updated version that includes the dialogue:
"Damn, I can't believe it's been six years since that day," Shiraga thought to himself, a mix of nostalgia and determination in his mind. "I've trained tirelessly, never allowing myself a moment of rest, alongside Sanji. But it seems Sanji hasn't made any improvements. His physical strength has surpassed his original capabilities, but still lacks technique. And now, he's paying the price, locked away in the dungeon."
As raindrops fell upon his face, Shiraga looked up briefly, feeling the refreshing touch of water against his skin. He then refocused his gaze on the path ahead, his mind filled with a different objective.
"Where was that Marine base again?" he mused, his thoughts fixated on the bounty he sought. "I don't truly need the reward, but I do need the reputation. Joining the Marines is vital for my future plans, till then I just have to become really strong."
Lost in his thoughts, Shiraga continued walking through the bustling city streets, determined to find the location of the Marine base. Meanwhile, he couldn't help but wonder about Sanji's future as well, contemplating the path that lay ahead for his comrade and the potential of embarking on a new journey as a cook alongside Zeff.
TO BE CONTINUED
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Don't worry about your little heads, I'm going to drop another chapter tomorrow. I was going to make it way longer but I'm busy today and I know you guys wanted another chapter so...
I made it so that Sanji doesn't improve so it plays a part in him leaving and being a cook with Zeff.
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