Slice up!

Laying a distance from Big Mom was the body of a dragon, its lifeless eyes wide open.

On Big Mom's hand was a cone-shaped quantity, dripping blood onto the tainted earth. It looked like an organ of a living organism, a big one at that.

If observant, one could sight the hole in the dragon's chest, it looked horrendous.

Walking slowly toward the dragon, she crouched, using her palm to close its open eyes.

"Rest well," she said in a sober tone. "If possible I'll look out for your offspring… It was fun while it lasted."

Her expression was downcast, almost at the point of crying.

Looking at the organ in her hand, she placed it closer to the dragon simultaneously taking out an orb-like quantity.

As if a magnet, it dragged everything around the vicinity, including the dead dragon.

Crack

Hearing cracking sounds, she brought out a cracked pearl from her space ring, her expression turning gloomy.

"Those bastards," veins popping from her head, she took out a board-like device. 

Climbing it, the board suspended in the air, moving in a particular direction at a great speed.

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The city was in turmoil as every being rushed for an exit, scared of falling prey to the ongoing battle.

In the process the weak got crushed under the foot of the strong, wailing their lungs out in pain and unwillingness to die such a death.

"Hahahahaha!" Laughed a figure, hysterically. "This is what you get for being on Big Mom's territory."

Waving his hands, he aimed elemental orbs of fire, randomly, increasing the level of chaos in the region.

"You there!" Called out a voice from behind, sounding authoritative.

Turning his head slowly, he eyed the newcomer hatefully as if to stab him with his eyes.

"Oi, don't give me that look," said the newcomer, dusting his clothing. "You guys are dirty… m-my…"

As if just noticing something bad, he stammered, pointing in a certain direction.

"..."

Shocked by the newcomer's reaction, his veins twitched, preparing to burn the comb-haired man.

"My kitchen!!!" The male exclaimed, tears rolling from his eyes.

Not bothering with the weird male, he aimed a fireball directly at his head.

"My kitchen…! Is a place…! No one…! I mean no one…! Should touch."

Taking out a cleaver from thin air, he rushed towards the fire Elementalist, aiming it for his neck in full force.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

Though he avoided a severe injury, he could still feel the pain intensity, causing him to slip off the rooftop, and land on the hard ground.

Releasing a loud shriek on his collision with the ground, increasing the plight of the masses.

"You bastards!" Yelled the comb-haired individual, this time wielding a butcher knife.

Sighting his assailant coming with full force, the fire Elementalist tried to get away but failed miserably as his head was separated from his whole being.

Spurt

Blood splashed all over the place, seeming to avoid the comb-haired being.

'Haa! My brain seems foggy… can't even remember how I got here,' he thought, eyeing the crumbled building in the distance.

'It seems all our neighboring cities turned on us… not unexpected though.'

Pocketing his hands, he stylishly exited the scene, observing the current situation.

'If we didn't need this land for the final assignment… haa, no point in thinking about that.'

Increasing his speed, rushing toward the most noticeable place in the Red Light City. The Red palace.

As he rushed through the streets, he killed off anyone he deemed dangerous, swiftly and painlessly.

'It's time to test my energy giving meal… I'm going to make them regret refusing it.'

Everywhere he passed was like a war front, the only difference being the dresses of the lifeless bodies and in some cases the age; both old and young, fat and slim, weak and strong. A diversity of living creatures lay lifeless on the earth's surface.

"War is such a brutal thing. Isn't it, lord Barely Cuckoo," said a voice from behind.

Turning slowly, the butcher aka Cuckoo, caught sight of a man dressed in chef clothing.

"Yup! I was right, this is a pre-planned attack," cuckoo said as he nodded his head in pride.

"I always warned everyone, even Avani failed to see such an obvious conspiracy."

Twitch

'I knew he was weird… but, this?' thought the assailant, eyeing Cuckoo weirdly.

"I'm not alone, I have others too," as he said, more individuals came out dressed in chef clothing similar to the first.

He believed Cuckoo was underestimating him, so he decided to show Cuckoo how big of an army he had by his side.

"I know. You guys may be sneaky, still, yet, I get the upper hand," Cuckoo said as he pushed his chest forward.

Twitch

"Y-you are lying. There is no way you can tell," yelled the newcomer, pointing a finger at Cuckoo.

"I would have loved to clear your doubt. But I kind of have a lot of work, so let's begin."

Taking out a Deba bōchō, he placed the blunt side on his shoulder, a devilish smile appearing on his face.

"We have to kill him! Then we can seek anything from our Lord! And also remember… he's a shame to us cooks. He dies here!" Yelled the leading man, pointing his knife at Cuckoo.

"Hehehehehe, the more the merrier. I can slice up a lot today… if you guys are much, then I'll break my record."

Saying this, he moved forward, cutting every being that came his way into pieces.

"Ahhh!"

As he sliced them up, they yelled, sending chills down the lined-up assailants' spines.

"You can't fail now! Move further!" Yelled their leader, working on improving their morale. 'I can't let him win, I'll have to call in more help.'

Thinking on that line, he took out a crystal from his pocket, crushing it.

'It's time you die, Cuckoo… my old friend.'

Not minding the fellow standing in the distance, cuckoo kept on slicing anyone that came close to him happily.