One Piece: Starting with Breathing Techniques

Upon realizing that the three Boa sisters in front of him were acting strangely, Charlos Saint suddenly sensed something was wrong.

He hurriedly turned his pistol around, but before he could turn around, a slender hand grabbed his neck and lifted him up into the air.

"Clatter".

The exquisite silver-white pistol immediately fell to the ground.

The three Hancock sisters were startled and were immediately taken aback by the sudden turn of events.

Charlos Saint struggled in agony, but his frail body was no match for that iron-like hand.

It wasn't until he struggled to lift his head that he could barely make out the person's face.

The newcomer was none other than Kiro, his handsome face splattered with blood, his dark eyes coldly disdainful without a trace of emotion.

The moment Charlos Saint saw Kiro covered in blood, he realized that Calian Saint and the others were probably doomed.

"They actually caught up with us!?"

Charles Saint was terrified. His face gradually turned bluish-purple due to lack of oxygen, his eyes widened in horror, and veins bulged on his forehead.

He made a gurgling sound in his throat, like a broken bellows, and the edges of his vision gradually began to darken.

"...Kilo...let me go..."

"...I can give you everything! Power...money...women...Devil Fruits!"

Charles Saint strained to utter a few words, attempting to save the dying man's life.

Upon hearing the conditions promised by the other party, Kiro remained unmoved, only gradually increasing the force of his right hand.

He chuckled softly.

"Trying to fool everyone when you're about to die? You really think I didn't recognize you, Saint Charles?"

"That slave-transporting merchant guild that we destroyed back then, wasn't it under your name?"

Kiro smiled enigmatically. "And if I'm not mistaken, you played a part in my getting such a high bounty, didn't you?"

"Although I don't care about this number, but..."

Kiro's expression was calm, but his tone revealed an undisguised and clear killing intent.

"Now that things have come to this, I have no reason not to kill you."

His obese physique due to lack of exercise caused Charles Saint to begin to lose consciousness after only half a minute of oxygen deprivation.

His limbs gradually weakened, his movements became slow and uncoordinated, even his pupils dilated slightly, his gaze began to wander, and his consciousness became blurred.

"Am I going to die?"

"He actually dared to kill me?!"

"I'm a Celestial Dragon, how dare he?!"

However, the hand on her neck, which was tightening like an iron band, showed no sign of loosening its grip.

A clear sense of impending death washed over Charles Saint like a tidal wave.

"No!!!"

He clearly has so many years left to live, so many things he hasn't yet squandered and enjoyed, yet he's destined to die at the hands of others?

Is he going to die here?

An overwhelming sense of resentment welled up in his heart.

Just as Charlos Saint was about to completely lose consciousness, a sudden, delicate shout made Kiro pause in his actions.

"Wait! Don't kill him yet!"

"...!"

"...?"

Kiro paused, released his right hand, and let Charles Saint fall to the ground.

His gaze passed over Charles Saint, who was greedily inhaling the air, and fell upon the figure behind him.

Hancock stood in front of her two sisters, her lips pressed tightly together, staring at Kiro.

Clearly, it was she who stopped Kiro just now.

"you……"

"Why are you protecting a Celestial Dragon?" Kiro frowned, utterly puzzled. "If I'm not mistaken, he was beating you up just now, wasn't he?"

Hancock actually spoke up for Charlos Saint?!

Why?

It can't be Stockholm syndrome, can it?

Kiro was completely baffled, his face full of doubt.

Taking a deep breath, Hancock stepped forward, her eyes resolute.

"If you're going to kill him..."

"Please let me do it!"

Everyone was taken aback.

Hancock's two sisters covered their mouths in astonishment, looking at their older sister in shock.

Hancock?!

She's going to kill Charles Saint with her own hands?!

Upon hearing Boa Hancock's words, Kiro was taken aback, a slight smile appearing on his lips.

Under Hancock's tense gaze, he suddenly laughed and clapped his hands.

"This is the Hancock I know!"

"...I agree!"

Kilo casually unleashed several miniature sword beams, severing all the sea stone on the three sisters.

Their exquisite precision ensured that the sword energy did not harm them in the slightest.

Then, Kiro took a few steps back, making way for Hancock, and stood aside to watch quietly.

Charlos Saint, who had fallen to the ground, dared not make a move.

He sensed a clear killing intent locked onto him.

If he dared to make any rash move, such as picking up that pistol, he had no doubt that the sharp longsword would pierce his throat in the next second.

His face was pale and purple, and he was trembling all over as he stared in disbelief at Hancock approaching him step by step.

"No, no! Hancock, I've always considered you my most precious slave! You can't do this to me!"

"No, if you spare my life, I'll make you my wife, and I'll have them bestow upon you a noble title!"

"I've separated you from those lowly slaves, allowing you to live a life free from want. You can't do this!!!"

Despite her desperate screams, Hancock's expression remained unchanged as she looked down and coldly stared at Charlos Saint, who was pleading desperately.

Her long, narrow, upturned phoenix eyes held an unwavering killing intent. Her delicate brows furrowed as she stared intently at the culprit who had brought her to this predicament.

Her slender right leg bent and kicked hard at the person on the ground.

Bang!

After the Seastone's restrictions were lifted, her powerful physique as a power user easily sent Charlos Saint tumbling several times.

"Don't you just lust after my body? Don't you enjoy taking advantage of women?"

She gritted her teeth and stomped her foot between Charles Saint's legs.

Click!

A tooth-wrenching cracking sound rang out, followed by a bloodcurdling scream like a pig being slaughtered, which immediately filled the entire room.

Kilo gasped, his lips twitching; the sound alone sent a clear pang of pain through him.

"ah!!!!!!!"

Heart-wrenching screams and cries filled the air as Charlos Saint shed tears, his face contorted in agony, a surge of intense pain enough to make him faint on the spot.

"I was wrong!!!!"

"Spare me!!!!"

Blood stained the lower half of Charles Saint's body, and a small pool of blood accumulated beneath him.

Faced with this scene, Hancock remained unmoved, silently removing the heart-shaped glass ornament, about half the size of her palm, from her neck.

She held it in her hands and examined it closely.

Seeing this, Charles Saint, who was convulsing in pain, seemed to have grasped at a straw and desperately shouted:

"This is my birthday present for you!!"

"For the sake of my efforts, Hancock, please, please spare me!"

Hancock ignored her, muttering to herself, "How beautiful..."

The next moment, she gritted her teeth, clenched her hands, and suddenly raised the heart-shaped glass aloft.

"This kind of greenhouse beauty should be destroyed!"

As the heart-shaped glass expanded infinitely in his field of vision, Charlos Saint's pupils trembled, and his mouth opened wide as if he wanted to say something.

But it was already too late.

boom!

Blood splattered and splashed, hot, bright red blood landing on Hancock's fair face, but she ignored it.

boom!

boom!

Without the slightest hesitation, she trembled all over, yet suppressed her discomfort, and with all her might, smashed the glass ornament in her hand onto Charles Saint's head.

Tears streamed slowly from her eyes, mingling with the mottled bloodstains on her face.

Even as Charlos Saint's raised right hand fell limply to the ground, she did not stop, but continued to frantically smash the glass ornaments at him.

He was venting his anger and grievances that had been building up for years.

……

After a while.

Hancock finally stopped her mechanical movements only after the last chisel strike.

Her fair and flawless face was already stained red with splattered blood, and her deep blue-purple eyes were filled with tears.

She struggled to her feet; the Saint Charles on the ground was already a cold corpse.

His face, which had been contorted with terror, was now unrecognizable; his entire head was a bloody mess, nothing but a smashed piece of flesh.

And a delicate, blood-stained glass heart was deeply embedded in the center of his head.

When Charlos Saint smiled as he tied the glass ornament around Hancock's fair neck, the Celestial Dragon could never have imagined that the translucent glass he had personally tied would one day become a cold weapon to smash his head.