One Piece: Starting with Breathing Techniques

The midday sun shone directly on the shimmering sea.

Dark-skinned, burly men thronged around, carrying goods or brandishing wanted posters to boast of their power. Workers moved about on the docks, the air thick with a faint musty smell, the occasional shouts of cursing, and the pungent aroma of cheap tobacco.

Inexpensive tobacco, which provides a great deal of emotional value, is the only solace for most pirates at sea.

The captain of a moderately famous pirate crew sat on a horizontal bar, puffing on his pipe and gazing out at the sea.

Suddenly, he seemed to see something, his expression changed, and he quickly turned back to look at his own pirate ship, shouting to the crew.

"Get the boat away quickly!"

"Make way for that ship!"

The first mate, standing nearby, looked puzzled.

"What's wrong, Captain? Why are you suddenly so nervous?"

"Look at that ship coming this way!" The pirate captain's face was grave, and his tone was even somewhat frightened.

"Don't you remember that young man standing at the bow?"

The first mate rubbed his eyes, and when he saw the man's face clearly, cold sweat gradually seeped down his back.

"He... is that vengeful swordsman with a bounty of 130 million, Kiro?!"

"What's this plague-ridden guy doing on Vila Island?"

Keep in mind that their entire pirate crew only has a bounty of a little over 40 million!

If they anger Kiro, a single sword strike from him might wipe out their entire pirate crew!

They quickly docked their pirate ship to make room for the soon-to-arrive Ryuga.

The Liuhua lowered its anchor and anchored in the harbor.

Kiro stood at the bow of the ship, his eyes coldly glancing at the two sweating pirates at his feet.

He is not disguised; he is showing his original appearance.

As a rookie swordsman with a bounty of over 100 million, Kiro's reputation has already spread throughout the first half of the Grand Line.

Sword masters are often directly associated with power and ruthlessness.

In the first half of the Grand Line, the title of a swordsman can be quite intimidating.

Therefore, as a swordsman with an outstanding record, Kiro can avoid a lot of trouble by appearing in his true form.

After the Ryuga came to a stop, Kilo jumped off the ship.

After landing on the dock, he found that the surroundings had suddenly become unusually quiet.

The once bustling dock is now eerily silent due to Kilo's arrival.

Everyone stared at Kiro with fear on their faces, clearly recognizing the renowned swordsman.

Kilo looked around, and no one dared to meet his gaze.

Behind Kilo, Capone Beki and his crew lowered the gangplank and boarded the dock.

After instructing his subordinates on the task of purchasing, Capone Begi stepped forward and nodded to Kiro.

"Captain, come with me. My informant is in a bar in town."

Since Saul's size was too conspicuous and staying on the ship was rather boring, Kiro simply let Saul and Robin go into Capone Bege's castle and act with them.

After leaving the crew behind to purchase supplies, the four of them crossed the chaotic dock and headed towards the town on Vila Island.

Pirates occasionally pass through the town streets, but the surrounding people ignore them and do nothing about it.

"Aren't they afraid of these pirates?" Robin, inside the castle, couldn't help but ask, somewhat curious.

Upon hearing this, Capone Bege pondered for a moment before explaining, "After all, this is the Grand Line, and pirates are not uncommon here."

"Moreover, according to Saulo, the Navy's G-7 branch is stationed near this island, with a vice admiral in charge."

"Ordinary pirates probably wouldn't dare to cause trouble here, let alone attack civilians."

Saul nodded and added, "That's right, and islands with naval branches stationed there will have very strict patrols, so we have to be careful."

Although Kilo is not afraid of the naval outpost here, it is best to avoid getting into trouble.

If he becomes too flamboyant and attracts powerful enemies he can't currently handle, such as Garp or Kizaru, that would be terrible.

As Kilo and his crew ventured deeper into the area, they encountered not a single patrolling navy vessel along the way.

This unusual phenomenon gave Kiro a vague sense of unease.

Even Saul, who was always optimistic and always had a smile on his face, couldn't help but frown, peeking out from Caponebeki's castle and looking around in confusion.

"That shouldn't be the case. Aren't there any naval patrols?"

Robin, however, didn't seem to care. "This is a good thing! We'll go directly to that person, get the information, and then leave!"

After walking for about ten minutes, the two stopped.

Upon arriving at their destination, Robin and Saul poked their heads out of the castle, curiously observing the bar in front of them.

The bar's decor was somewhat old-fashioned, with a medieval style, clearly indicating that it was an old establishment.

Perhaps because it was midday, there were no customers in the bar, only a young bartender wiping glasses behind the bar.

Looking at the storefront that was exactly as he remembered it, Capone Becky nodded to Kiro and then pushed open the door and went inside.

As he approached the bar, Capone Becky spoke calmly, as if he were just an ordinary customer who had come to sample wine.

"A Flaming Vera, no ice."

The bartender nodded and turned around to skillfully mix a glass of whiskey.

The skillful and dazzling techniques were clearly the result of countless hours of practice.

A moment later, the bartender pushed the prepared whiskey toward Capone Becky.

At the same time, he spoke in a barely audible voice.

"Boss Becky, one of the brothers has gotten some information. I've written down the address for you."

Beneath the glass, there was a slip of paper that seemed to contain some information.

Capone Becky raised an eyebrow, took the note, and was about to examine it closely when suddenly everything went blurry.

A tall, slender figure had appeared beside the three of them without them noticing.

He wore an officer's cloak printed with the word "Justice," and underneath the snow-white coat was a shirt with black and yellow horizontal stripes.

A slightly sleazy-looking man wore sunglasses, behind which were a pair of cynical eyes, observing the bewildered group with great interest.

And that note was already clutched in his hand!

"Oh dear, the renowned swordsman of vengeance came to this island just for this note?"

"interesting!"

Before he finished speaking, Kizaru was about to unfold the note in his hand to find out what it was.

To be honest, he was very curious about what was written on it.

Suddenly, his expression changed.

next moment.

Swish!

The sharp blade, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, slashed towards Kizaru.

However, the target of this slash was not Kizaru, but the right arm that was clutching the note!

呲!

The sharp blade sliced ​​across Kizaru's right arm, but only created a dazzling ripple of golden energy.

But everything that's happening right now is exactly what Kiro wanted!

He grabbed the note that had fallen due to Kizaru's elemental transformation, carefully examined its contents, and then crumpled it up with his fingertips.

Not far away, Kizaru's figure reappeared in another open space, but his expression gradually turned gloomy.

"Young people these days are so quick to pull out knives and attack each other at the slightest provocation; it's terrifying!"

"Kilo, you have two choices."

"Either tell me what's on that note, put on handcuffs, and come with me obediently."

"Or...?"

Kizaru's tone turned sinister, and his raised right leg gradually became dazzling, transforming into a brilliant light.

"Kilo, have you ever been kicked at the speed of light?"