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One Piece: A Swordsman's Path

Connor D. Rox, finds himself in One Piece World, blessed with the memories of Sword God Ryuma. TIMELINE: SEA CALENDER YEAR 1502 Unlike my other books, MC won't be invincible from the start, first 15 to 20 chapters will be his character development arc, it may seem cliché at some point but believe me it would have deeper secrets hidden.

Navy_King · Anime & Comics
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Chapter 18 Last Effort

*Trrr*

Birds with white hats and a bag hanging across their necks, flew across the blue sky, raining papers down, all the events occurring across the world, being reported.

Grand line, Marine ford.

Fleet Admiral Office.

"Damn this Boris, what the hell is our intelligence force doing?!!!"

Sengoku banged the table before him in anger, a paper with the latest report from South Blue in his hands, eyes nearly spitting fire.

"I searched every potential place in south blue for him, but all in vain, it's been nearly two years since he has been hiding in South Blue, he's really lucky"

Said Admiral Z, with a regretful look on his face, he stayed in South Blue for more than a year, but he never came across Boris, he could only say the other party was really lucky.

"He's killing one Cp agent after another, even those who came for the reward published by Celestial Dragons, no one left alive after meeting him, why is he so keen on protecting that kid?"

Asked Vice Admiral Garp who sat on the side, a rare serious look on his face, not in the mood of eating senbei, as the news that they received today was worth his attention.

A year and half ago, Centauria, the lawless Island in South Blue was destroyed by Boris the grave digger, early on it was thought that Boris had killed everyone on that Island, but later Boris was seen with a kid hiding his face with a red mask, having two familiar swords on his waist, most people in South Blue recognized him.

Bounty Hunter, Samurai Ryuma who was thought to have been killed by Boris.

But later another news was leaked, which shook the world somewhat, Samurai Ryuma, was actually the lonely survivor of the whale Island incident, the kid who had the posture of a king, the kid who everyone was looking for.

1 Billion to capture that kid, the reward that was put by Celestial Dragons, everyone flocked in South Blue to get it, but all were mercilessly put to death by Boris, no one ever even able to reach Ryuma, it included Cipher Pol as well.

Just yesterday, another Cp team was destroyed, Sengoku who received the news, furious.

"Is there even a need to guess? Of course he wants that reward for himself, that's why he is protecting that kid"

"If it was not for the wound he received from Kaido, he might have already handed him to them, damn pirates!!"

Z gave his analysis, cursing in the end, endless pity for that kid in his eyes, he wanted to do so much for him, but could do nothing.

First losing his home, then captured by the very person who destroyed his everything, at such a tender age, that kid was going through such hell, just thinking of it gave Z chills, filling his heart with endless regret.

"Don't blame yourself Z…sometimes against fate…even the mightiest power is useless…all we can do now is to work hard and prevent such incidents anymore"

…..

The anger on Sengoku's face disappeared seeing Z so down, as with a slightly sad face he spoke to Z, the latter silent, silence in the whole room.

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South Blue.

Sea Calendar, Year 1504, October 10.

Hideout of Boris, the deserted Island.

"Swish"

Snow tumbled down from the heavens, a white layer of snow covered every tree on the Island, a chilly wind blowing, even the mountain peaks, covered with snow.

The sky was hazy, a silence on the whole Island, and at the center of the snowy woods, on the crystal white clear field, stood two figures before each other.

One of them was bald, with a burly build, even in such a chilly weather, he was topless, a burned scar on his chest, a golden axe resting on his shoulders, a cruel grin on his face, eyes looking at the figure opposite, around 10 meters away.

A grey kimono fastened by a red sash, a height around 180 cm, a red mask covering his face from nose to the neck, two swords with sun and crescent patterned on sheaths, hung on his waist, the smell of gun powder in the air.

"Hehe~ it's time…time for me to get my reward for my patience and time for your spirit to break…don't go soft feet now"

Said Boris laughing, lips curved up in cruel smile, the eyes with an interesting look in them stuck at Rox who stood before.

"I won't die in a place like this…it lacks love…it lacks everything, ain't no way I'll end here!"

"let's start!"

Said Rox in a calm manner, looking straight back into the eyes of Boris, no panic, or anything in the only eye, clear as water.

"Clink!

"Hmm~"

Finishing his words, Rox calmly pulled out both the swords from sheaths, the sword rubbing sound spreading in the void, Boris raising his eyebrows a little in the deepest part of his eyes, endless shock from those words.

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