If You Really Want To Find Someone Worthy Of My Knife, Then You Count As Half!

"King Soy Sauce? What's that?"

Ace was stunned. It was the first time he'd ever heard the term.

"You don't need to know. Being a pirate isn't safe for you anyway. Just come with me and see Grandpa!"

With that, Finn grabbed Ace's arm and started to walk away.

"Hey, boy!"

At that moment, the captains of the Whitebeard Pirates shouted in unison, anger in their voices. "Do you think you can come and go as you please?"

Hearing this, Finn slowly turned his head to look at the one who spoke. A tall, muscular man—Atmos "Buffalo," captain of the 13th division of the Whitebeard Pirates—stood there, fuming.

Finn responded calmly, "I'm just here to take my little brother. If you don't want to embarrass yourself, you can leave."

"You little brat! Think we're scared of you?" Atmos roared, immediately jumping forward.

Finn raised an eyebrow. "So, what do you want?"

Atmos snorted, flaring his nostrils before leaping in front of Finn in a flash. "Fight me! If you win, you can leave with your brother!"

Boom!

Finn threw a single punch.

Atmos was sent flying, his body crashing down, utterly defeated.

Finn shrugged, blowing his fist as if nothing had happened. "Was that really necessary?"

Ace stared in disbelief, watching his older brother handle the situation so effortlessly. "How did Finn get so powerful?"

The captains were just as shocked. "Did Atmos just get knocked down with a single punch?"

Though Atmos wasn't the strongest of the captains, he was still a captain! How could he fall so easily?

"Anyone else have any questions?" Finn asked, looking at the rest of the Whitebeard crew.

"Damn, this guy is too arrogant!" someone muttered, his voice tinged with disbelief.

A middle-aged man with a mustache and a polite headband suddenly jumped down from the deck, drawing two swords. "I heard your swordsmanship beats Hawkeye. Allow me to test it. I am Foil Vista!"

Vista stood confidently, two samurai swords in hand, ready to face Finn.

Finn didn't make a move immediately, instead asking slowly, "Is your swordsmanship better than Hawkeye's?"

Vista hesitated, then shook his head. "I have to admit, Hawkeye's swordsmanship surpasses mine."

"Then why challenge me?" Finn raised an eyebrow, his tone light. "Are you looking forward to defeat?"

Vista smirked. "A duel between swordsmen is always about superiority. Even if you've beaten Hawkeye, that doesn't mean I can't defeat you. Come on, let me test your skill!"

"No need," Finn said, shaking his head. "You're not worthy of my sword."

Vista's face flushed with embarrassment. He wasn't sure if he should laugh or get angry.

"Damn, this brat!" Vista's frustration boiled over. "There's no way you're not going to draw your sword!"

Ace quickly warned, "Be careful! He's one of the top five swordsmen in the world!"

Finn wasn't fazed. With his enhanced perception, he could see Vista's moves clearly before they even happened.

"Top five, huh? But compared to Hawkeye, the gap's still pretty big."

Finn analyzed Vista's movements quickly in his mind.

"Two Swords Style: Sky Strike Slash!" Vista shouted, swinging both blades down.

A confident grin spread across his face—he thought he'd landed the blow.

But before he could say anything, a sharp pain suddenly shot through the back of his head!

Duang!

It felt like a small stone had hit him hard.

He stumbled forward, looking back to see Finn standing exactly where he was, with his fingers still held in a casual position.

Finn nonchalantly said, "I told you, you're not worthy of my sword."

Vista's face turned bright red, and he felt utterly defeated.

Ace couldn't help but exclaim, "Brother, what was that speed? That was too fast!"

From the moment Vista attacked to the moment Finn flicked him on the back of the head, it all happened in the blink of an eye. Ace hadn't even seen what happened before it was over.

He had his doubts about Finn's strength before, but now, he completely understood.

"My big brother... is still my big brother!"

Duang!

Duang!

Vista's swords dropped to the ground, frustration written all over his face as he took a long breath. "I'm not even qualified to make you draw your sword..."

Finn walked over to Vista, giving him a friendly pat on the shoulder. "Don't be discouraged. It's not your fault."

Vista stared at Finn in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Finn pointed toward the deck, then at the other captains, saying, "Do you see them? The captains of your crew?"

Vista nodded. "I see them. Why?"

Finn gave him another pat on the shoulder. "Well, they're the same as you. Not worthy of my sword either. So don't feel bad—it's not your problem."

Vista was left stunned.

"What? Are you seriously trying to comfort me with that?" he thought, growing more and more frustrated.

The other captains were also enraged by Finn's words.

"Bastard! How dare you look down on us!"

"Just because you beat Vista doesn't mean you're the strongest!"

"Vista may be the weakest captain, but there are four stronger captains than him! You've never even fought them, so how can you claim to be stronger?"

The captains were seething, their hands hovering near their swords.

Finn waved a hand dismissively. "If you can't face your weaknesses, then you'll never grow stronger."

With a smirk, he added, "My young master says if you're not worthy of my sword, then obviously, you aren't worthy."

Without waiting for a response, he pointed toward Whitebeard. "If you want to find someone worthy of my sword, then he's probably the only one here who counts."