"For justice!"
"Ah!"
"Justice will prevail!!"
"Ugh!"
A familiar scene played out once again.
After being repeatedly blasted away by Lao G, Kuto finally stood up, spat out a mouthful of blood, and began to question his life.
Is this the New World?
Even a seventy or eighty-year-old man can be this powerful?
He couldn't help but feel a wave of self-doubt.
"If I can't even beat an old man, what right do I have to talk about joining the headquarters?"
His goal since joining the Navy had been to become an admiral!
"I absolutely… absolutely cannot lose here…"
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Kuto suddenly stood up again, positioning his feet one in front of the other, his body slightly twisted to the left, assuming a very peculiar stance.
"Iaijutsu!"
The blade slashed past Lao G, creating a powerful gust of wind. As Kuto's figure crossed paths with Lao G, a visible wound appeared on Lao G's aged body.
"What kind of sword technique is this?"
Lao G looked down in surprise at the wound on his abdomen.
He had thought that a swordsman who couldn't even use Haki and hadn't reached the level of cutting iron could be easily dealt with, but he hadn't expected this guy to have such a hidden sword technique.
"This is something I comprehended on a deserted island."
Kuto adjusted his glasses and spoke to himself.
That day, although he hadn't seen who had turned the jungle into a wasteland with a thunderous force, observing the traces left at the scene and training tirelessly day and night had finally allowed him to comprehend this sword technique.
"Iaijutsu pursues the ultimate speed."
Therefore…
By considering myself as lightning, I can bring this sword technique to its peak!
"One-Sword Style: Iaijutsu Thunder Flash!"
At that moment, his aura erupted.
Simultaneously, Lao G's frail and short body instantly swelled, returning to his youthful form and state.
"G Imprint!!"
With a roar.
A flying slash, like a shockwave, shot out from Lao G's hands, colliding with Kuto's Iaijutsu.
A violent explosion ensued, causing the surrounding buildings to collapse. The toys standing nearby finally came to their senses and looked towards the ruins.
"What just happened?"
"I don't know…"
"It was too fast."
A drop of cold sweat appeared on Kyros's wooden face.
Even I couldn't see the movements just now?
It seems this guy named Kuto is also quite formidable.
He had originally thought that among the three who had just broken in, only the one named Issho had outstanding strength.
After a while.
The rolling dust settled.
Lao G stood in place, almost unscathed except for the wound on his abdomen.
In contrast, Kuto lay on the rubble, covered in injuries, spitting blood, and on the verge of passing out. The toys watching couldn't hold back their emotions.
"It's over, he looks like he's about to die."
"He's no match for Lao G…"
Some toys showed disappointed expressions.
They shouldn't have trusted those three…
If Doflamingo finds out they were involved in this, they'll probably all be thrown into the garbage disposal, right?
They couldn't help but start to regret it.
If I had known, I wouldn't have joined the rebellion.
"How about we sneak back and continue moving the goods? There's still time," a toy suggested.
"The arms have all been blown up, we can't move them," Kyros replied.
The toys: "…"
"But we can place our hopes on Mr. Issho. That man is far stronger than we imagined."
That slash that created such a deep pit in the ground might really mean he has the ability to fight against the Donquixote Family.
It's been eight years since that man took over Dressrosa.
For eight long years, Kyros couldn't reunite with his daughter, and he was on the verge of collapse.
His inner anger was uncontrollable.
"Rebecca… if I don't make it back this time, please forgive me…"
Seemingly having made up his mind, Kyros grabbed his toy gun and hopped towards Lao G from behind.
On the other side.
Swinging his cane sword repeatedly, cutting the door into two, Fujitora ran between the warehouses, shouting, "Everyone, escape! Board the ships at the port and leave with me!"
"Is… someone here to save us?"
Blinding light shone in from outside the door.
The civilians imprisoned in the warehouse stood up, squinting towards the door, their excitement evident.
"Hurry, follow our savior and escape this place!"
The civilians rushed out of the warehouse, following Fujitora, racing towards the ships at the port.
But at that moment.
A middle-aged man wearing a fur-edged hat, with two long red stripes painted on his face, dressed like a Native American, appeared in front of Fujitora.
"Who dares to cause trouble on the territory of the Donquixote Family!!"
The newcomer was Diamante, one of the top four officers of the Donquixote Family, leader of the combat group, and a Paramecia-type Devil Fruit user with the power of the Flag-Flag Fruit.
"It's over!"
"It's Diamante!"
"We're definitely going to be killed!"
The civilians stopped in their tracks.
Diamante drew his sword, "Today, none of you will leave here alive!"
"Half-Moon Funeral!"
"Gravity Blade: Fierce Tiger!"
Buzz—!
Two flying slashes shot out simultaneously.
However, Diamante's slashes were instantly devoured upon contact with Fujitora's Haki, leaving only a faint purple gravity pattern that pressed him to the ground.
His hands and feet dislocated under his intense resistance, and his gaze lost focus.
About five seconds later.
Bang!
His head hit the ground heavily.
Fujitora slowly sheathed his cane sword.
A top officer of the Donquixote Family, defeated in one strike!
…
At the same time.
"What's going on over there?" Viola asked, glancing towards the port from a distance, puzzled.
"Oh, I set the arms on fire."
Vivian grinned, "And my companion is now rescuing the civilians imprisoned in the factory."
Viola raised an eyebrow, "Besides the antidote for Trance, do you have any other purposes for coming here?"
"Other purposes? Not really. We just happened to encounter injustice and wanted to help."
Vivian shrugged, "But if you ask me to defeat Doflamingo and liberate Dressrosa, I don't think I have the ability to do that right now."
"Who exactly are you?"
"Me?"
Vivian smiled again.
"Just an ordinary passerby."