"Who is this guy, really?"
For a moment, Yuri hesitated, uncertainty flickering in his eyes.
"What's the matter? Come at me, fatty!"
Shirayama sneered, casually picking at his nose as he taunted Yuri.
"Kid, where are you from?"
Yuri clenched his fists, barely suppressing the rage bubbling up from being called fatty. His eyes burned with curiosity, trying to gauge Shirayama's background.
"Me? Just a wandering nobody. Why? Are you expecting me to have some big-shot connections?" Shirayama chuckled, his tone lighthearted.
"Are you sure you're just a drifter? Not someone from the latter half of the Grand Line?"
Yuri's eyes narrowed, searching for any signs of deceit.
"If I were from the New World, do you think I'd waste time talking to someone like you?" Shirayama replied with a dismissive shrug, his tone dripping with impatience.
Hearing this, Yuri's suspicions faded, replaced by a sinister grin.
"Fine, brat. Since you're so eager, I'll let my men have some fun. Let's see how many lives you can save!"
He raised his hand, signaling his crew to attack.
"Attack!"
With savage roars, the pirates charged, weapons gleaming under the sun as they rushed toward the huddled townsfolk.
"Let's see who's faster—you or my crew!"
Yuri sneered, lunging at Shirayama, aiming to keep him occupied.
Shirayama sighed, his demeanor shifting in an instant. He drew two pistols from his waist, his eyes now cold and sharp.
"Fine. Let's settle this quickly. I'll show you the gap between us."
"Photon Barrage!"
"Light Cannon!"
In a blur of motion, Shirayama pulled both triggers.
From his left pistol, a storm of glowing energy orbs erupted, each as radiant as a small star. They streaked across the battlefield, homing in on the pirates with unerring precision. From his right pistol, a searing beam of concentrated light fired directly at Yuri.
In mere seconds, the entire plaza was bathed in an unrelenting rain of light.
The energy orbs exploded on impact, throwing the pirates around like ragdolls. Screams of terror and the sound of bodies hitting the ground echoed as over a hundred men were incapacitated in the blink of an eye.
The light cannon beam grazed Yuri, forcing him to dive out of the way. When he finally steadied himself, he realized with horror that fewer than fifty of his men remained standing.
And all this had happened in just two seconds.
"Impossible!"
Yuri felt a chill run down his spine, his hands trembling as he stared at Shirayama. Fear rooted him to the spot; the mere thought of continuing the fight drained his will to battle.
"Yuri, spacing out during a fight isn't a great strategy."
Shirayama's voice suddenly came from behind. Yuri barely managed to spin around, crossing his twin blades defensively.
Boom!
The impact was devastating. Yuri's blades quaked under the sheer force of Shirayama's strike. His expression twisted in disbelief as he was sent flying like a ragdoll.
Crash!
He smashed through two buildings before slamming into the hull of his prized flagship, Meat Mountain, docked at the harbor.
The once-proud pirate leader was left gasping in a heap, his body battered and broken.