Before Commenting WTF is Yellow Monkey/Ape it's Kizaru why I kept it Yellow Monkey/Ape becoz I fking hate him I don't know why I just do and also it suits the personality of our mc also those who are telling me don't make him emo and all bruhh in start I already told you gojo and Satoru are different people our mc just got powers from gojo not like he is the one who got reincarnated here sorry if I sounded rude but, it was I wanted to say from awhile
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Satoru was not the type to take a break. After dismantling a nest of slave traders, he turned his sights to Rayleigh. Despite being weaker than the legendary pirate, Satoru exuded confidence. After all, if he wanted to escape, there was no one in the world who could stop him—not even the Yellow Monkey(Kizaru). Unless there existed a Devil Fruit capable of imprisoning space, Satoru was effectively untouchable. Even then, his raw power might still overpower such abilities.
While Rayleigh's arm had gone numb from their earlier clash, Satoru wasn't unscathed. His own arm ached, though he brushed it off, focusing on the next task. He was thankful he hadn't encountered the Celestial Dragons or wandered into the auction hall. Knowing his temperament, the entire building would've been leveled.
A New Threat Emerges
Early the next morning, Chris's voice crackled in Satoru's ear.
"The Skull Pirates have been spotted in Port Area Seven."
Satoru yawned, stretched, and replied lazily, "Got it. I'll be there in a second."
After a quick wash, he vanished from his room and reappeared at the port, where the Elite Class was already facing the infamous Sin Skull Pirates. The atmosphere was tense. The students' faces were pale with dread, while the pirates exuded confidence. Their hardened expressions and palpable bloodlust marked them as seasoned killers, each radiating an air of menace.
In stark contrast, the pirates laughed and jeered, belittling the young Navy recruits.
"Is this all the Navy has to offer? A bunch of kids sent to their deaths!"
Another chimed in, "Must've pissed off someone higher up to get stuck on this suicide mission, huh?"
Their arrogance grated on the Elite Class, but it was clear the students were struggling to maintain their composure.
Satoru Steps In
Just as Chris was about to issue the command to attack, Satoru appeared between the two groups, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade.
"Am I late? Looks like I got here just in time."
His sudden entrance startled both sides. For the pirates, it was unnerving—one moment, the space was empty, and the next, a figure stood there. For the students, however, it was a relief. Satoru's presence was enough to reignite their morale.
One of the pirates sneered.
"Where'd you come from, kid? Don't tell me you're with the Navy, too."
"Bingo," Satoru replied casually, a smirk playing on his lips.
The pirate burst out laughing, clutching his stomach.
"Your Navy's really scraping the bottom of the barrel, huh? Sending kids to fight us?"
The Elite Class exchanged pitying looks. Mocking Satoru was akin to signing a death warrant. They'd seen him in action too many times to underestimate him.
Satoru's expression turned cold.
"Ah, the loudmouth of the group. Let's fix that."
Before the pirate could react, Satoru vanished. In an instant, blood sprayed into the air as the pirate's head separated cleanly from his body, his mocking laughter silenced forever.
The brutal efficiency of the kill stunned everyone. The Sin Skull Pirates, who moments ago had been laughing, now stared in horror. Even the Elite Class students felt a chill run down their spines. They knew Satoru's strength, but witnessing his lethal precision was something else entirely.
A New Perspective
Satoru turned to face the remaining pirates, his eyes glowing with a dangerous intensity.
"Now, which one of you wants to be next?"
The pirates hesitated. Their earlier bravado vanished, replaced by a growing sense of dread. Meanwhile, Chris and the other students realized they needed to recalibrate their view of Satoru. He wasn't just their peer or an ally; he was a force of nature.