The clash had lasted less than a minute, and already half of the Kozuki remnants lay dead. The overwhelming power stunned all the guests.
"He's too strong!"
"Is he really not one of the Beasts Pirates' top officers?!"
"Serves those Kozuki bastards right!"
"Hahaha, what a perfect show!"
The crowd was flushed with excitement, cheering wildly at the sight. Some even started tossing out money in celebration—
Gold and silver rained across the battlefield.
—
At the center, Rogan panted heavily, eyes glowing red. His entire body steamed like it was boiling from within, muscles surging with heat.
The Cliffbreaker Sword was devastating—but it drained him greatly. That ultimate move was one he could only use once in a short span.
Now… came the real fight.
"RUMBLE!"
Without the earth's power sustaining them, the stone pillars crumbled, revealing the surviving samurai once more.
"Bastard!"
Seeing the bodies of their fallen comrades, the samurai gritted their teeth in fury. Half of them had died without even laying eyes on Kaidou's daughter.
"Don't give him a second to rest!"
A blue-haired swordsman charged, swinging his katana with full force, unleashing a wave of flying energy.
"Shūsui-ryū: Fallen Leaf Slash!"
"Flying Blade Strike!"
Rogan's eyes narrowed. He quickly raised his giant sword, using its massive width like a shield to block the attack. The impact drove him backward several meters.
"A swordsman, huh?"
He grinned wildly, eyes fixated on the blue-haired warrior.
This was Wano, after all—swordsmen were everywhere. And it was likely there were more.
CLANG!
Blades clashed, sparks flying.
"Delightful!"
Rogan laughed loudly, savoring the force transmitted through their blades. His arms tensed, pushing the massive weapon down, overpowering his opponent.
"So… heavy!"
The blue-haired swordsman's face turned red, veins bulging on his neck. Despite using all his strength, he couldn't stop the descending blade.
They were on completely different levels.
SPLURT!
The edge pressed into his shoulder, blood erupting instantly.
"Gensuke, I'm coming!"
Another samurai arrived just in time, thrusting his sword at Rogan's head!
CRUNCH!
To his horror, Rogan turned and bit down on the blade, blood filling his mouth—but he never let go.
The giant sword kept descending!
"AAAHHH!!"
The blue-haired swordsman howled in agony as his body was slowly torn apart.
"BASTARD!!"
The other samurai screamed and tried to yank back his sword, but Rogan's jaws wouldn't budge. In desperation, he kicked at Rogan's chest—
THUD! His foot struck like a wall of steel. Rogan didn't move a muscle, while the samurai was knocked backward and fell on his rear.
Gensuke was now spitting blood, arms limp at his sides, his strength gone. His eyes filled with dread as the sword finally tore his body in two.
Blood rained down on his friend.
"GENSUKE!!!"
No time to mourn.
The great sword swung again—now aimed at him.
Facing certain death, the samurai crossed his arms, coating them with Ryūō to block the blow.
"CRACK!"
The Haki shattered. Bones broke. The sword slammed into his chest, crushing his ribs and organs.
His body was flung through the air like a broken doll.
CLANG!
The sword embedded into the earth again.
Rogan leaned on it, gritting his teeth as he pulled the blade from his side. He had no time to patch himself up—more samurai were coming.
"BRING IT ON!!!"
Battle! Battle!
Rogan roared like a beast. Each swing of his blade claimed another life—but such reckless combat left him wide open.
SPLURT!
His back. His waist. His legs—
Wounds spread across his body rapidly.
Still, with his eyes glowing red, Rogan fought even harder. If he could land a killing blow, he didn't care how many cuts he took.
Especially against the strongest ones.
He knew well—against so many, taking down key threats was crucial.
Better to kill one than wound ten.
This fight was about more than just wiping out the Kozuki remnants.
It was his answer to those above—
His bid to cement his place in the Beasts Pirates.
—
On the rooftop, Runtī's fan club huddled, anxious.
"If this keeps up, Rogan-aniki will die!"
"Should we help?"
"Shut up! Trust Rogan-aniki!"
Before the fight, he'd ordered them not to interfere no matter what happened—not even if he died.
This was his battle.
But seeing him now, bleeding endlessly, every inch of him injured…
Anyone else would've died eight times over.
Rogan was still standing—a miracle.
Time passed.
BOOM!
Rogan roared and split a samurai in half, blood blinding his eyes as he scanned for the next foe.
But—
Within ten meters, there were no more enemies.
Just a few samurai, trembling and pale, cowering several dozen meters away.
"...M-Monster…"
The remaining warriors were broken.
They couldn't understand it—how could someone stabbed, sliced, and battered still fight with such strength?
CLINK CLINK CLINK.
Swords fell to the ground.
The survivors turned to flee, running into the wilderness.
THUNK THUNK THUNK!
Arrows landed at their feet.
A group of pirates appeared ahead—led by a beautiful girl with a longbow.
"You really went all out, huh?"
Speed watched the carnage with a chill down her spine. Especially seeing Rogan, still alive, barely breathing in the center.
She'd always thought him a shrewd man—his planning for the onsen had shocked her.
But she never imagined he had this kind of madness inside him.
"Round up the survivors. Send them to the quarry."
"Yes, ma'am!"
With the orders given, Speed hurried to Rogan's side.
The more she looked, the more horrified she felt.
She waved her hand in front of his face.
"Are you dead yet?"
"Not dead."
Rogan glared at her.
He was covered in wounds, several blades still sticking from his back—but none had hit anything fatal.
Speed was stunned.
"You can still talk?!"
"..."
Rogan rolled his eyes.
He was indeed out of strength. The only reason he was still standing, besides his toughness—
He stood on the earth.
The power of the land was slowly flowing into him, healing him inch by inch.
If he stood here for three days, he'd be fully healed.
Speed cracked her knuckles.
"Want me to carry you?"
"No! Let me stand a bit longer!"
Rogan waved her off in a panic.
Lying down would've helped the healing more.
But… too many people were watching.
He had to maintain the image of a strong man.
Speed: "..."
—
Onigashima, banquet hall.
"Wororororo! Nicely done!"
Kaidou laughed heartily, clearly pleased with Rogan's performance.
Even King and the others smiled.
Rogan had given them the perfect answer.
He fought to the death. Not just fulfilling the mission—he proved his potential and loyalty to the Beasts Pirates.
In short—
He's one of us now.
Kaidou downed another jug of sake.
He loved strong warriors.
Rogan wasn't there yet—but he had the potential.
He was worth raising.
"King. Pass it down. Rogan is now a full Tobi Roppō."
"And I haven't congratulated Yamato's shop opening yet—send 10,000 gold from me."
"Oh, and have that kid handle the reception for Joker."
(End of Chapter)
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