First Blood

'TODAY IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE!'

Those were the thoughts of Albert, who felt at the height of his life and career as a pirate.

"HIAHIAHIA!!

LET'S ALL HAVE FUN TONIGHT YOU SONS OF A BITCH!!" Albert shouted with euphoria towards all his companions while he drank from a bottle of rum... and immobilized his victim by grabbing her by the neck, as most of his companions did.

Companions who answered with the same euphoria as him "YES ALBERT!!

HAHAHA!"

Since he was born he had been a complete failure in life with nothing but great laziness and ineptitude in doing anything, a great inferiority complex, a despicable and sadistic personality and a bit of aiming with the pistols… and until a few hours ago he was just a mediocre and forgettable pirate belonging to a relatively new crew in a sea outside the Grand Line.

However, now he had become a successful pirate within that same crew not by working hard and being competent, but by a set of coincidences while doing the opposite of what he should.

'Lucky... I finally have luck in life...

GREAT GOOD LUCK!'

And to top off what had been a perfect day for him, he had claimed the source of his good fortune as a trophy and was fucking it in front of other people, repeating once again what led him to this great success.

"Does this looks familiar to you, my little whore?" Albert said as he looked Roxanne in the eye, eyes almost devoid of life, but full of hate.

"D… i… e…" Roxanne replied with difficulty because he was strangling her, she could hardly breathe let alone move being chained

However, that didn't make Albert angry, nothing could discourage him now "HIA! HYA! HYA!

I love your reactions!"

Albert, due to the success he had experienced, the alcohol that plagued his veins and all the dopamine from having sex in the least improper way possible went into an extreme state of euphoria. However, something was missing… something that he had experienced very recently when the captain asked him to get up and that excited him as much as his current situation.

Be in the limelight! Make the people cheer for him!

"WHAT'S UP WITH THIS PARTY!?

WHY IS THERE NO MUSIC!?" Albert yelled in an almost rhetorical way as he demanded an explanation.

An almost rhetorical question that one of his colleagues had the honor of answering with total sincerity "Because some musicians died before and because those who are still alive have their hands and dicks full!

HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

An answer that Albert expected, to which he answered with another question that he intended to pose from the beginning "I see...

WHAT DO YOU THINK IF I PLAY THE DRUM A LITTLE!?"

And immediately afterwards...

PLAM!

He slapped hard one of Roxanne's huge breasts, causing her great pain

"AAAAAHHH!!"

The sound of that blow accompanied by the cry of pain amused the pirates, especially those who were waiting their turn to have fun.

And that positive response from his audience motivated Albert even more to do evil, so he asked again "DO YOU WANT MORE!?"

"YES!!!" All those who weren't busy with other matters answered unanimously.

And after feeling the warmth of his audience begging him to continue entertaining them and thus satiate his emotional shortcomings Albert answered "SO LET MY RECITAL BEGIN!"

PLAM!PLAM!

POMMMM!!!

PLAM!PLAM!

POMMMM!!!

In this way Albert, just as before, slapped Roxanne's breasts repeatedly, ending each sequence with a strong punch to the stomach that not only caused extreme pain in Roxanne, but also took her breath away and even prevented her from screaming in pain...

"Uoghhh... ogh... ogh..."

If her stomach had been full, she would surely have vomited by now and probably choked on her own vomit.

"OHHH!!

You squeeze really hard when I hit there!

Is incredible!

HIAHIAHIA!" Albert said mocking Roxanne, who was writhing in pain and struggling to breathe while she was still being raped by him.

And once again his audience erupted in cheers towards his sadistic showman "HAHAHAHA!!!

DON'T STOP ALBERT!

"OF COURSE NOT!

TODAY I'M PREMIERING THIS DRUM, I HAVE TO TRY WHERE IT SOUNDS BEST!" Albert responded to his audience as he pointed his fist at Roxanne again

PLAM!PLAM!

POMMMM!!!

PLAM!PLAM!

POMMMM!!!

Albert, sheltered by the clamor of his public, continued to beat Roxanne in all ways and in all places, again and again, not stopping even when his new, first and probably the only exclusive sex slave he would get in his life lost consciousness once again due to the beating she was receiving.

The euphoria, the alcohol, the rest of the drugs that he took, the pleasure and feeling like he was the center of the world completely clouded his judgment losing the perspective that he could kill Roxanne if he continued beating hear in this way and that if he did he wouldn't be able to enjoy her later...

He was blinded by the sensations he was experiencing at this precise moment and the only thing he heard now were the sound of his punches, the screams of pain from other whores, the cheers of his companions towards him and his own thoughts 'This is the best day of my life...

HIAHIAHIA!

This bitch has given me luck!

I am the man who...'

CHAF!

Thoughts that were cut short by a knife that Fred threw from inside the cart, stabbing into his skull with one hole in and one out, making him falling on his back to the ground before the eyes of his audience.

PLOM!

And with the sound of his back touching the ground, all those who witnessed that event stopped what they were doing in their tracks and tried to understand what had happened to him.

"Albert...

Hip...

A... are you okay?" Asked the drunkest pirate who was close to the corpse

Perhaps because of the chaotic environment that they were submerged in a few seconds ago, because of the large amount of alcohol they had in their blood or because this had happened on other occasions by accident… none of the pirates were overly alert. They simply stopped for a moment to check what had happened without even thinking that they might be being attacked by someone

Fortunately this gave Fred more time to reformulate his strategy now that himself had ruined his plan by not being able to bear what he was seeing anymore. He couldn't sit idly by as he watched the brutality to which Roxanne was being subjected to unrestrained violence by a drunken sadist euphoric over his recent success and motivated by the clamor of the crowd to bring out the worst in him.

Rationally it could be said that Fred did it to prevent permanent injury or even death to someone he considered family since the poison would soon affect its victims and that at this point he could somehow handle the situation… however, it was all due to a protective and visceral impulse that he couldn't repress anymore

A protective impulse that caused Fred to scrap his grand scheme throwing with extreme hatred one of his throwing knives at the head of that scum, thus killing a human for the first time in his two lives

"What's done is done, this isn't the time to give explanations, excuses or apologies...

We go to plan M [They're all poisoned, but they have discovered me]

In the event that I am caught or in danger, do nothing, they'll need me alive to get the antidote, but obviously I won't give it to them and they'll fall asleep sooner or later.

Just hide until that moment, OK?" Fred whispered to Stephen as he armed himself with three throwing knives in each hand and looked out of the cart, waiting for the right moment to start the assault now that they were confused.

'This is...

This is the real Fred' Thought Stephen as he wiped the tears from his eyes upon see how his best friend had finally taken off his mask, ceasing to interpret a forced character that not even he believed

And seeing how he had thrown away his perfect plan to save his mother by forcing himself to risk his life, there was only one way to answer.

"YES SIR!" Stephen answered with determination as he loaded his crossbow, firing the starting gun for Fred.

And just like in Assassins Creed when stealth infiltration with stealth assassination failed, it was time to fight fiercely against a fucking army of fucking motherfuckers!

POM!

Fred jumped from the wagon cart with the six throwing knives in his hands and from a more vantage point than before he watched the twenty-seven pirates he had to face who weren't his scums

Whether it was because of the adrenaline that overloaded his brain at the start of his first life-or-death battle being at a complete disadvantage or by an innate battle instinct unique in fictional Shonen worlds... Fred was able to see everything in slow motion and generate and process thoughts at ridiculous speed

'Since I started walking I have trained every day as if my life depended on it…

I've been training for this exact moment!'

After multiple years of forced training throwing knives and needles Fred reached the level of mastery similar to that of a Konoha or Wano ninja and with that skill acquired through sweat and tears, in the middle of his jump threw his six knives towards the heads of the pirates he selected as targets

CHAF! CHAF! CLINC! CLINC! CHAF! CHAF!

Four of them successfully penetrated the brains of their opponents, unfortunately, just like in the world of Naruto, the knives he had thrown at the captain and vice-captain were blocked or avoided

'Shit!

Should I throw them harder, closer, more treacherous, or is it that throwing weapons don't work on strong guys in any shonen universe?'

Fred lost the best opportunity to get rid of the two biggest nuisances, confirmed to the rest of the pirates that what had happened to Albert hadn't been an isolated accident and also gave away his position, but that was within expectations.

"WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!

Aish..." Smith shouted giving the alarm voice, although due to his injuries he was hurting himself with his own scream

Despite the drunkenness, the fact that some still had their pants down to their ankles and that not everyone had brought their favourite weapons to the party, the pirates got into combat stance, overturned the tables to be able to hide behind them and thus avoid being the next to have a knife decorating their skull

However, not everyone was so quick to understand the situation

"Wait...

Is it a child?" Asked one of the most drunk and clueless pirates when he saw the identity of the supposed invader

CHAF!

And that was the last thing he saw before a knife pierced his eye and sank into his alcohol-battered brain.

"That's right motherfuckers!" Fred responded with a demonic hateful face as he reached inside his jacket and grabbed more throwing knives.

"How did he get here?" Another pirate asked that to avoid being the next victim, like his companions, he took cover behind a table that they knocked over.

Nevertheless...

CRACK!

CHAF!

A throwing knife pierced the table he was taking cover on, his ear and his brain at the same time!

'You revealed your position motherfucker' Fred thought after throwing this last throwing knife with all his force to kill an enemy who was taking cover behind a piece of wood, just as he learned to do playing Call of Duty

Fred hadn't only trained his knife throwing and the strength of his arms to throw them with superhuman power for years, he had also trained his senses, especially his sense of hearing.

For years, hoping to awaken Kenbunshoku haki Fred trained everyday dodging projectiles and attacks of Stephen an the other kids blindfolded. Unfortunately he wasn't able to awaken the Haki to dodge them, but developed his sense of hearing and even smell to be able to locate the trajectory of the projectiles with relative ease

Some senses that now helped him locate the position of that pirate's head when he asked a stupid question even when he was behind a wooden shield

"FUCK! MIKEEEE!" Another pirate shouted, also covered behind a table when he saw how his best friend, someone who owed him a lot of money had just died

CRACK!

CHAF!

'One trash less' Fred thought as he quickly moved from one place to another looking to avoid being an easy target and find new targets to kill while keeping a good safety distance. If Fred had trained anything since he came into this world, it was his legs and his endurance, and now he was putting it into practice like never before.

Since the first knife was thrown a few seconds ago, seven relatively drunken pirates had died at the hands of an unknown kid, yet the pirates had done nothing so far except cover themselves pathetically. Some were so drunk they were having trouble staying on their feet, others were still searching for their pants and others were trying to find some kind of weapon with which to defend themselves against the person who had screwed up their party...

However, they all had something in common…

They had no fucking idea what to do! They were completely uncoordinated!

"What are you waiting for, you drunken idiots?!

Take the closest whore, use her as a human shield and fill him with lead!" Said Captain John who watched all this chaos from his private room with Smith, and neither seemed to want to get up from his chair despite the deaths his side had experienced.

Both refused to intervene to simply finish a fucking child, much less when they had dinner, they were injured and trying to rest after the hard day they had.

Why the hell did they have lackeys if they couldn't solve minor problems like this?

"YES CAPTAIN!" Shouted three of the few pirates who brought their pistol to the party, who following the advice of their captain grabbed the closest whore and used them as human shields to cover all their vital points and thus avoid being mortally pierced by the knives

And from that safe position shoot Fred!

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Being a person from a world where dodging or parrying bullets was considered an impossible feat, Fred had an almost instinctive fear towards guns. When those pirates shot him with no protection other than throwing knives in their hands, all the hairs on his body stood on end, his heart almost stopped and his perception of time became distorted again as he felt his death up close.

'This isn't Earth, here bullets can be dodged, blocked, parried and caught...

AND I HAVE TRAINED FOR THIS!'

Fred just needed to break that psychological barrier and...

Fiu

Clanck!

Fiu

Without succumbing to fear, he managed to dodge two of those bullets and deflect another with his knife, something that left pirates speechless… and not only those who shot

"What the F..."

Although in this world there were people capable of dodging and deflecting bullets with bladed weapons, it wasn't something that everyone could do…

Much less a child!

In fact, in the entire pirate gang, only the captain and the vice captain were capable of something like that... and due to today's events, they had become very afraid of people with that capacity.

"KEEP SHOOTING YOU IDIOTS!

Uhg... aahhhh..." Smith yelled hurting himself in the process again, forcing himself to take more painkillers.

However, despite injuring himself, he achieved his goal, the pirates who were stunned with the gun in their hands, pulled the trigger again.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

BANG! BANG! BANG!

BANG! BANG! BANG!

BANG! BANG! BANG!

BANG! BANG! BANG!

BANG! BANG! BANG!

However, Fred avoided all those bullets again...

Thanks to his training to awaken the Kenbunshoku haki in which he dodged with his eyes closed projectiles launched from all angles without leaving a relatively small circle painted in the ground this had practically become child's play even though the bullets were faster

Now that he had the ability to see and move freely, those bullets were relatively easy to dodge, especially when those shooting at him weren't even great marksmen. Besides, unlike in his training sessions here he can attack the marksmen, even if they were using human shields.

'As I said on the island, a useless human shield is very dangerous'

The reason why these pirates were sure that Fred wouldn't attack them was that he would surely be a good guy and wouldn't risk harming the hostages. No matter how much aim someone had, there was always the possibility that the person using the human shield would make an unexpected move or effectively use the human shield to block the projectile. Therefore, if the most he could achieve were to injure the enemy's arm or leg with the danger it represent for the hostage, normally no one would dare to shoot or throw any deadly dangerous object.

Nevertheless...

Chop... Chop...

Chop... Chop...

Chop... Chop...

As Fred dodged the gunfire, he exchanged the knives in his hand for several small needles… and after calculating well he launched them in the direction of his shooters, successfully sticking into the arms from which they held the human shield with tits

And not only did he shoot needles into the pirates arms, he also shot the hostages, who could be in danger if they moved in the middle of a firefight. Therefore, he sent the six to sleep thanks to the harmless [Sleeping Beauty Mark 10] that he injected through practically harmless needles

CHOP! CHOP!

CHOP! CHOP!

CHOP! CHOP!

"BE CAREFUL HE HAS POISONOUS WEAPONS!

And kill him once and for all you useless bastards!" Captain John yelled doing Smith's job so he wouldn't hurt himself again.

"Of course...

Hehehe..." Said some of the 15 filler pirates who were left standing, who got some kind of bladed weapon they were recently able to get

While Fred was busy with the marksmen and the human shields, five pirates with a large stature and muscular mass managed to slip away from the table in which they were protecting themselves!

And from a good position they ran towards Fred each from a different side to prevent Fred from escaping

'Great, come close to your death motherfuckers'

Until now Fred had stayed away from his targets and had shown great mastery with thrown weapons, but as their personal experience had shown them when a person was good at ranged attacks they were practically useless in close combat, especially when that enemy was a child

For this reason, despite being afraid of Fred's throwing weapons, the four pirates specialized in close combat charged towards him! They knew that this was the best option to beat him and possibly get the position that Albert had vacated in case they managed to kill the brat who killed him.

However...

They didn't count that Fred saw and heard them approach him previously while dodging the bullets, so as he ran he left several large and tough needles stuck in the wooden floor

"AISH!"

"My fo... ot..."

And those pirates who were blinded by stabbing or beating Fred to death didn't pay attention to the ground and stepped on those needles, which pierced his shoe and injected the [Sleeping Beauty] into his blood from his foot.

CHOP!

CHOP!

Two of those pirates fell, but the remaining three who had been lucky enough not to step on any of Fred's traps continued their charge to the second biggest threat they had faced that day. Yet unlike Marlon, the giant and muscular mayor who shattered skulls with a flick of his bat, Fred didn't seem like a threat to adults nearly twice his height and weight.

"YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE COME HERE DEMON CHILD!

A child with a gun was capable of defeating an adult, but everything changed in a close-range fight where physical power was extremely decisive.

Their experience and logic told them that Fred was at a total disadvantage against them especially when they were armed with three huge sabers while Fred only had a throwing knife in his hand that he wouldn't have time to throw, much less to three people at the same time

Whether it was in physical power or in quality, quantity and range of weapons they had the advantage

"BEGONE!"

Or so they thought...

Boink!

Fred with his throwing knife in hand jumped into the air until his head was at the same height as those pirates with a height of close to three meters and turned on himself 720 degrees, taking his long reddish ponytail out of his hood before performing that twist

The ponytail that Fred had painstakingly grown and trained... despite the constant criticism he received from his friends and parental figures... danced through the air with speed thanks to the centrifugal force of Fred's spin… and unlike on other occasions in which the end of his ponytail had a piece of wood tied...

Clink!

It now had at its end a sharp metal knife that the pirates were unable to see as they approached Fred to attack him!

SLASH!

SLASH!

In this way before they could even brandish their weapons because they weren't at a sufficient range to attack Fred, their necks were slit without even realizing that they had their throats cut before falling to the ground and dying almost instantly

CHOP!

CHOP!

Only one of the pirates who charged at him, the slowest of the three, had been lucky enough not to die without even knowing how.

'SHIT! SHIT! THE KNIFE!' Thought the pirate that could see how Fred had just thrown the throwing knife at a short distance

Therefore, since he didn't have time to dodge, he had no choice but to block it with some part of his body that wasn't fatal even if he ended up seriously injured

CHAP!

"AHHH!!!"

What that pirate didn't realize is that Fred during that 720 degrees twis in the air, with his free hand grabbed the sword that he borrowed in the village

SLASH!

A sword that Fred used with surgical precision slicing the latter pirate's throat, avoiding any extra bone or muscle that might jam it, but completely ensuring his death and falling to the ground like his former ex-companions

CHOP!

And while that was happening the remaining ten filler pirates, who believed that their more deadly peers would easily beat Fred to a pulp, stared in horror at the bodies of their fallen comrades, resurfacing the trauma of this afternoon at Marlon's hands.

Those who were in Narhad that afternoon-night panicked and came to see and understand that what they had in front of them wasn't a child, it was a fucking murderous monster just like the one that almost exterminated their entire crew a few hours ago "FU ... FUCK!!!

WE'RE GOING TO D..."

CHAF!

CHOP!

And before they could scream like frightened bitches, Fred quickly caught in the air the throwing knife he had recently thrown and used it again, killing the first filler pirate foolish enough to expose his head and announce his position so clearly

"And one less scum...

What do you say?

Are you coming or do you prefer that I come and look for you?

MOTHERFUCKERS!" Said Fred with a terrifying face of a psychopath who loves death and destruction as he danced his deadly reddish ponytail covered in the fresh blood of his enemies, unsheathed his sword with his right hand, held poisonous needles in his left hand and glared with fury at the remaining Leech Pirates standing in front of him.

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