How Demon Hunter works (Part 1)

"BOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Did someone say my name three times in a row in front of a mirror? Said fifteen-year-old Frederick Freed, dressed just like their nakama Stuart and with the hyper-realistic mask of his face in hand while...

Crack! Mob! Clock!

While in a bizarre and unnatural way he moved the muscles of his entire body, once again modifying his appearance to one quite different from the one of his surely ex-nakama

Something incomprehensible that further terrified the [Iron Fist] pirates, who could only stutter upon seeing his real appearance…

"You... you... you are..."

How could they not be terrified? They were in front of the very...

"Pirate Butcher!"

"Demon Hunter!"

"Frederick Freak!"

"Demon-faced Torturer!"

"Greedy Monster!"

"Human Weapon!"

"Venom Demon!"

"Dr. Doom!"

"Doppelganger!"

The nine [Iron Fist] pirates who hadn't been paralyzed shouted almost in unison.

And Fred responded with some apathy after blinking several times "...

...

Yes, that same one...

But excuse me for a moment, I'm not presentable in these [borrowed] clothes.

Captain McNugget!"

With that cry, a rather large hawk flew right above him, dropping a large black hooded jacket, a katana and a huge pistol and Fred jumped up, dressing and arming himself on the fly in quite spectacular way.

One that he surely rehearsed on several occasions to look cool

"Anyway...

I don't have my full equipment, but I'm not bad at all

What was I saying before? I have lost the thread" Fred said as he fixed his appearance and communed with his weapons, while his faithful companion Captain Mcnugget hid and the pirates pointed their weapons at him

"What have you done to them!?

And what have you done to Stuart? Captain Drenvor asked as he stared in amazement at his completely paralyzed men and the hyper-realistic mask that was now on the ground.

And Fred saw no reason to deny him an answer to this question "If you mean your 23 paralyzed crew members, I have used a poison I call [Red Light, Green Light Mark 12], which makes almost every muscle in your body be rock hard for a few hours, but they can still see and hear us

And as for Stuart, he's kind of dead...

But...

Why do you care so much if you're about to die?"

"Motherfucker..."

"Drenvor, Drenvor, Drenvor...

I have lived with you for only a few hours, after your battle, where I took advantage of the confusion to infiltrate the winning side... and I must admit that you treat your crew very well, unlike other scum that I have liquidated

It's a shame...

If you treated other people so well we wouldn't be in this situation, but there are many corpses of innocent civilians under your fists and for that indisputable fact you have earned a painful death sentence..." Fred said as he pointed his katana towards his next victim, whom he formally declared war on.

A war in which Captain Drenvor preferred not to participate "Is there no chance to negotiate with you?

We have plenty of money."

"Money that will be mine once I kill you?

No, there is no possibility of negotiation "Fred answered, a rather obvious answer that he was already tired of repeating in his three-year career as a bounty hunter.

"I understand...

KILL HIM!!!" Captain Drenvor yelled after giving his men time to prepare physically and mentally to fight for their lives.

PAM! PAM!

With that war cry two of his men fired their rifles into Fred's chest and head!

Fred could have dodged those predictable and normal shots with ease... however, he opted for another method that was somewhat more spectacular, effective and risky...

Clank! Clank!

At heart-stopping speed, Fred stopped both bullets with the back of his katana and as if it were a racket or baseball bat, as he learned from his uncle Marlon, returned them back to their owners, between their eyebrows.

CHAF! CHAF!

And at the same time as that was happening, four pirates skilled in hand-to-hand combat charged at Fred with bloodshot eyes as they ignored their fallen comrades. Not because they hadn't noticed that event or because they were insensitive people who didn't value their nakamas, but because each and every cell in their bodies was focused solely and exclusively on surviving.

And the only way to survive that night was to kill the relentless bounty hunter standing right in front of...

PLAMMM!!!

No...

He was no longer in front of them...

Where a few moments ago Fred brandished his sword, now there was only a smashed and blood-stained wooden floor...

The last thing they saw before their bodies hit the ground.

Plam! Plom! Crash! POM!

None of the four realized what had happened before they died, but it wasn't the same for those more experienced fighters who could see everything from further away.

"Fu…ck!

He is…" Shouted Vice Captain Thomas, who was barely able to see how Fred killed six of his nakamas in an instant.

And the same applied to Captain Drenvor, who felt chills all over his body "Brutally fast...

The rumors were true…"

When his four men got close enough to him, Fred accelerated brutally.

So brutal that he destroyed the ground with the force of his feet, catapulting himself like a projectile towards them and slashing their throats almost at the same time and stopping a few meters from them with his back to them...

An attack that would have been somewhat ciché among high-ranking swordsmen from most manga/anime, including this one if it weren't for the nature of those cuts...

All those cuts were made in exactly the same place, not deviating an inch in any of the four necks, cutting only where the trachea and carotid arteries, completely ignoring the bone and some of the tougher muscle.

A clean, almost surgical cut that only used the strictly necessary strength to end the lives of his enemies without losing an ounce of speed.

Fast, accurate and efficient...

Extremely fast, accurate and efficient...

"I know...

I'm always exercising my legs...

That is why if you haven't exercised your dynamic visual acuity you could die without even realizing how

Try to last at least ten seconds..." Fred said as he took the same stance he used before, a stance that granted him monstrous speed when accelerating.

And Drenvor and Thomas

Whether it was because of the adrenaline rush or because they were very close to death, they felt like the whole world, including their own mind, moved in slow motion...

Something that gave them a little extra time to think very seriously about what would be the most appropriate action to survive the next attack and with some luck even fight back...

'Think carefully Drenvor...

This son of a bitch killed four of your men in the same way!

He will surely try to attack my neck with that same attack...

I just have to protect that point and launch a quick counterattack, without giving him time to get away

You can do it! We've all seen it!

He only has his Katana and his pistol and the pistol is holstered... that arrogant brat underestimates us so much that he doesn't want to use his dirty tricks...' Drenvor thought, that in the longest fraction of a second of his life devised a strategy to defeat his famous and infamous opponent, just like Thomas.

Neither of them was as brutally fast as Fred, but both of them, especially Captain [Iron Fist], had great confidence in their strength, stamina, ability to survive deadly attacks and counterattack with a powerful blow that would resolve the fight with a deadly K.O.

That was the strategy...

And the first and most important step was to survive Fred's frenetic speed attack.

PLAMMM!!!

Once again the ground exploded under Fred's feet and sped like a projectile towards his nearest target.

Vice Captain Thomas!

Vice Captain Thomas!

Thomas and Drenvor were lifelong friends, joined the same boxing gym, the same criminal gang, became pirates at the same time, and both wore the same metal gauntlets.

A pair of metal gauntlets that Thomas intended to use to block the attack would surely be aimed at his neck.

'IT'S HERE!'

Just as he foresaw the sword heading for his neck at high speed!

But…

Changed it's direction before it was blocked!

SLASH!!

And with this feint Thomas was cut in the abdomen!

'Shit!'

A deep but non-lethal cut that despite not knocking out Thomas eliminated any chance of an immediate counterattack

PLAMMM!!!

And before he could cry out in pain and his friend could rush to him to save him from certain a death, Fred was already charging towards Drenvor.

'Shit!

This is bad!'

The confidence that Drenvor had before in believing that Fred wouldn't break out of his pattern consisting of hyper-effective attacks focused on cutting windpipes and arteries had been shattered!

Not only was Fred more flexible than he thought, he was also able to change the direction of his attacks even at that extreme speed.

'I can't die here!

I can't die here!'

Still, Drenvor's survival instincts...

All the years of training and all the experience he gained in illegal boxing rings, in hundreds of battles against civilians, pirate marines, bounty hunters and even animals...

They sublimated in that moment of extreme need!

Something made his body and brain evolve in that instant... something that allowed him to see the trajectory of Fred's multiple attacks and even react in time, managing to block the mortal sword with his metallic gauntlets.

CLANK! CLANK! CLANK! CLANK! CLANK!

CLANK! CLANK! CLANK! CLANK! CLANK!

Five consecutive attacks in different directions than Drenvor, with cold sweat running all over his body, although he couldn't believe it, he was able to successfully block!

And now, after seeing his enemy brake after such a tremendous acceleration, knew that it was the moment, perhaps the only one, in which he could counterattack.

'NOW OR NEVER!' Drenvor thought almost instinctively as he tried to land a hook on Fred's face with his powerful metal fist.

A powerful and fast punch that had managed to completely destroy the heads of countless victims.

But now...

'WHAT!?'

It was unable to move...

'What happened to me...' Drenvor thought, confused and scared for not ben even able to speak... a confusion that didn't last long 'NO!

When he has poisoned me!?'

You don't have to be a genius to realize that Fred had used the same paralyzing poison that he had used on the members of his band who were still alive, as in the case of Thomas, who despite bleeding from his abdomen, remained standing, without moving a muscle since Fred cut him

'Don't tell me that his sword also contains poison!?

But he didn't...'

Even so, he still didn't know when he was poisoned.

He hadn't eaten anything and hadn't received a single scratch unlike his second in command!

However, upon seee that Fred's reddish hair moved as if it had a will of its own while carrying some thin but sharp needles, Drenvor understood everything.

"Anesthetizing needles with poison...

You haven't even felt the six pinpricks have you?" Said Fred, that using the Seimei Kikan technique bought at a high price and that learned with great effort for year, controlled the hairs on his head to store the needles in the pocket of his jacket

Only now did Drenvor realize that when he was 100% focused on blocking Fred's sword, from several blind spots Fred's long hair, carrying poisonous needles with it, spread and stabbed them into various points on his body, leaving him as he was now…

'SHIT! SHIT!

I ALMOST HAD YOU! Almost...'

Paralyzed and unfairly defeated...

"Amazing blocking! Not for nothing do they offer 50 million for your head!

I know what you're thinking..." Fred said as he humiliatingly slapped Drenvor's paralyzed face "Yeah...

I would have been able to dodge and even counter your counterattack...

Yeah...

I could have beaten you using just my sword in a fair fight and all that fucking bullshit, but...

I love winning with my head, deception, strategy and with the surprise element..."

And precisely the surprise element was the only strategy left to Klein, who with a rifle in hand hid from the beginning among the humanoid statues and waited for the moment when Fred thought everything was over to shoot him in the head.

'You will be the one who dies and…'

Clack

But before Klein could pull the trigger, Fred had time to draw his pistol, aim at him, and...

POOOOOMMM!!!

Shoot him in the arm with which he was holding his firearm, ripping it off with that bullet!

His arm and even part of his torso, killing him on the spot!

"I could hear your movements even when I was fighting!

Shit... I just wanted to rip his arm off... I really wanted to question him to find out what happened months ago, the others didn't know about the mafias...

Well, at least I haven't smashed his head in…his was valued at five million" Fred said as he blew smoke from the barrel of his extra large pistol which he called [Pussydestroyer69]

A huge gun that looked huge even in the huge hand of a super tall human like Fred.

A 169-kilogram pistol made of super-heavy, durable, and expensive metals that gave it a firepower equal to that of a cannon and a recoil equal to that of a cannon.

A very difficult weapon to make, hold and even use without getting hurt, but one that Fred loved with all his soul.

"My precious!

Well... almost everything is done...

Wait for me here guys, I'm going to my transport for a moment to put on my clothes

Don't move!

HAHAHAHAH!

Oh really...

Captain Mcnugget, if any of them move a bit, bite them in the crotch." Fred said to the pirates completely paralyzed by his poison and to his falcon that was resting on the ship's mast after his colossal effort to carry [Pussydestroyer69] moments ago

KYAAAHHHH!!!

"OH, COME ON!

You only had to work a few seconds!

Don't worry, today I'll let you eat as much as you want, but don't get too fat"

"Kyaaahhh!?"

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