One Piece: Starting with Coercion and Enticement of Nami

The beginnings of swordsmanship, a glimpse into the basics.

Thoth's gaze slowly focused, and the basic sword techniques in his mind seemed to be firmly engraved on his body and mind.

Holding the sword, a sense of security arises.

Take a moment to savor the experience, grip the sword, and with each step and breath, thrust, slash, and sweep through the air.

Thoth has been able to use the sword more quickly, accurately, and effortlessly by adjusting and distributing the power within his body.

It's as if you've practiced for a long time, year after year, and you naturally understand these basic sword techniques.

He was no longer a complete novice who only knew a little bit and used the sword like a fire poker.

With a thought, Thoth's light screen panel appeared. His attributes had not increased, but Thoth believed that his combat power was already different.

At this moment, in his field of vision, his proficiency in unarmed combat had also improved slightly.

(Not yet started 6→7/10)

He silently encouraged himself, "I can become even stronger; I only need three more."

Three what? It's not hard to guess!

He took a deep breath, glanced at the unconscious woman lying on the table, searched around the room, then carried her to the bedroom, opened the closet and stuffed her inside.

This is compassion as a human being.

As for the two sea monsters, they were hot and eager.

Slightly close the door to the living room.

Just as they arrived outside the courtyard, a middle-aged bald man suddenly ran out from the alleyway across the street. He recognized him as a cruel and shameless fellow.

"Oh? Isn't this Tote?"

Hai Sane scoffed, "What are you doing here? Where are Kanis and the others?"

He certainly knew about the discord between Tot and the rest of the team.

Upon hearing the sound, Thoth glanced behind him without making a sound, but there was no one else there.

That makes sense, though. This guy isn't popular on the ship. He's greedy, always trying to take advantage of others, and he has a really foul mouth.

He cheated while playing cards.

Nobody likes him at all.

And he even cheated Tote.

If it weren't for his ruthless methods and being the captain's lackey, he would have been dead long ago.

Then, a hint of resentment appeared on his face at the opportune moment, and he muttered:

"They kicked me out; there seemed to be something good in this house."

Hearing that Toth didn't seem to be faking it, Morton, that old scoundrel, rolled his eyes and smiled sinisterly:

"Is that so? Come on, you and your brother go in together. They're so outrageous, they even dared to bully you. Come on, your brother will take you to teach them a lesson."

As he spoke, he walked up to Toth, patted Toth's shoulder forcefully in a hearty manner, and gave Toth a fierce look, signaling him to follow.

Watching his retreating figure, Toth calmly followed and entered the courtyard again.

As they approached the living room door, Morton stopped, turned to look at Thoth, frowned, and asked in a low voice with a wary look in his eyes:

"Why does it smell like blood inside?"

"Pshaw! It was just a townsman who put up a fight, and he's already been killed."

When Thoth came to his side, Morton's wariness lessened slightly, but somehow there was still a sense of incongruity.

Just then, a cold glint flashed in the corner of his eye, and Thoth gripped his sword, the blade suddenly slashing upwards from his side.

His pupils suddenly contracted when he turned around, and he quickly darted forward, but the slightly closed door hindered his movement.

With a soft "thud," a not-so-sharp blade sliced ​​through his upper arm, splattering blood as Morton groaned in pain, bursting through the door and stumbling inside.

At the same time, Tot caught up and approached with steady steps, kicking him straight in the back. The latter let out a muffled groan and crashed into the table inside.

It emitted a piercing sound.

He lost his balance, and at that moment, Thoth swung his sword, a flash of cold light in the air, severing him from the back of the neck.

A handful of thick, sticky blood splattered.

Morton slumped onto the table.

Swordsmanship Proficiency +1

003. The tragedy of the weak!

The familiar warmth returned, but Tot's expression remained unchanged.

Anyone who has seen blood knows that, just like a young wild beast, once it has tasted the blood, its hunting instincts are awakened in its bones.

Humans are not without their wild beasts.

The eyes of someone whose hands have been stained with blood are different from those of someone who has never seen blood.

As each life slips through my fingers, a certain obstacle in my heart is removed, like that flexible bottom line.

It can be used to break through.

Killing brings adaptation.

Adaptation inspires courage.

The brave are fearless and undaunted.

Thoth gripped his sword tightly, as if savoring the feeling of slicing through the flesh of his enemy with the blade.

Use the lives of your enemies to make yourself stronger.

No longer fearful or hesitant, the sword in his hand was like a sharpened claw, ready to devour its prey.

He picked up Morton's body, threw it into the pile of corpses in the corner, stared at it for a moment, then closed the door and went out again.

I wonder if the woman will faint from fright when she wakes up and sees this.

It's still the street in front of the gate, but unlike before, this time there's no Hai Tong.

However, from the distant streets, screams and angry shouts filled the air, making the entire town seem like a hell on earth.

This is Hai Tong.

But this is definitely not the life I want.

In the days since he awakened his past life memories, Thoth has decided to leave Norton as soon as possible.

Norton was not some noble King of Bronze and Fire; he was merely a brutal and utterly authentic Umaru, a mere mortal who couldn't even hold his own in the East Blue.

Destruction, looting, and killing innocent people—this kind of overseas gambling is the most common and the most hopeless kind of activity on this vast ocean.

They commit evil deeds, yet lack the corresponding strength to withstand the pressure.

They were like a bunch of madmen, a bunch of madmen already on the road to destruction.

And in the East China Sea,

There's also the final boss, Smoker from Roguetown. He's been too powerful lately, and he's bound to be finished sooner or later.

While thinking about it, Tot followed the sound to another location in the town and stared at the entrance of a grocery store a hundred meters away.

Blood was splattered everywhere.

A villager was lying motionless at the entrance of the shop.

The sounds of smashing and breaking rang out in the shop, accompanied by constant cursing.

"Damn bastards, there's nothing here! Tell me, where did you hide the money?"

With his longsword sheathed, Thoth walked over with an innocent expression. When he arrived at the entrance of the general store, he saw a seaman standing on top of a middle-aged man whose chest had been ripped open by a blade, looking like he was about to die.

"Hey! Big brother, you can't do that!"

Thoth suddenly spoke, walking up with a broad smile. Hai Xi, however, upon seeing that it was Thoth from the same ship, a hint of annoyance flashed in his eyes, and he casually waved his hand dismissively.

"Get out of my way! It's been almost a month since we boarded the ship. Don't you understand the first-come, first-served rule?"

Thoth arrived at the door with an unchanged smile, but a hint of helplessness appeared on his face when he looked at the sea pier three meters away:

"Brother, let me tell you, there's a technique to this torture. I'm not very good at it, but I've secretly learned a couple of tricks from the first mate. Let me show you."

Upon hearing the first mate's name, Hai Tixiao's eyes flashed with apprehension. However, after glancing at Thoth's unarmed hand, he thought for a moment, then nodded with a dark face, "You'd better hurry up, I don't have time to play with you."

With a bright smile, Toth stepped forward and approached the dying man in the sea.

He looked at the pitiful man on the ground with a snicker, flexing his wrists, then turned his head to look at the sea... "What is this?"

Hai Zong Niao Song Qiu Ji was intrigued, "What?"

Thoth, with a mysterious expression, raised his left fist, held up three fingers in front of him, and gently shook them. Seeing the boy's expression change, Thoth stood there watching him.

"First, the person dies before the money is all spent."

A strong sense of agreement immediately arose in Hai Xi's eyes, and then he saw Thoth retract a finger, which piqued his curiosity:

"What are the remaining two points?"

Thoth smiled mysteriously, and Hail was filled with anticipation. But the next moment, Thoth took a half step to the side with his left foot, suddenly twisted his waist, and swung his right arm out with a powerful swinging punch to Hail's chin.

Hailan X was hit and fell backward, his balance was instantly broken, and his body fell backward and crashed into the shelf.

A muffled thud was heard.

He stepped forward, his twin peaks piercing his ears, and swung out two powerful punches, striking his temples.

Hajjah Khrunk collapsed, and Thoth grabbed a handful of his thick hair.

He raised his knee and angrily slammed it into the side of his neck.

With a cracking sound, his neck broke. Then, he was picked up and thrown to the ground, followed by several kicks that completely ended his life.

As the warm current appeared, Thoth looked at him calmly:

"Second, you don't know I'm going to do you. Third, I'm stronger than you, and I'm going to ambush you. Surprised? Unexpected?"

You should be glad, because unlike the first mate, I don't have any sadistic hobbies.

After speaking, he glanced at the middle-aged man who was almost dead, and stared at him for a few seconds, silently admonishing himself:

"This is the tragedy of the weak."

The man, blood gushing from his mouth and nose, stared intently at Thoth, his eyes filled with confusion and hatred. Thoth pursed his lips, glanced at the grocery store shelves, spotted a candy section, grabbed a bag of crystal candies, and turned to leave.

The hunting continues.

The wicked Thoth, relying on the familiar faces of his "partners," selects his targets.

Twenty minutes later, they dealt with a lone sea creature, whether it was alone or overconfident in its own strength.

He now carried a package filled with bloodstained pewter and gold and silver jewelry.

At least a million.

After returning to the ship, 40% of the loot had to be handed over to Captain Norton. If you returned to the ship with nothing, you would not only be ridiculed, but your treatment would also be greatly reduced.

The money he had was also a bargaining chip for Thoth to get rid of the first mate, since he wanted to thank the first mate for his previous help.

Another half hour passed, and Tote's brows furrowed incessantly. He was now alone.

Because they have already been looting for quite some time now.

After all, when a small town like this encounters a naval base, it will dial the nearest naval base's phone number.

And the navy will almost always come.

Furthermore, the Navy is constantly monitoring maritime groups like Norton's, which specialize in arson, murder, and looting and commit all sorts of atrocities.

Norton's raids rarely lasted more than two hours each time, and there was a naval branch on an island not far from the town.

Thoth climbed to the roof of a three-story wooden house and looked around. Under the increasingly dim sky, there was basically no movement in the depths of the town.

On the contrary, the surrounding area looked like a banquet or carnival was being held.

With a slight shift in his gaze, Tote went downstairs and hurried over, arriving at the outskirts of the town ten minutes later.