One Piece: Starting with Breathing Techniques

Kizaru's pupils trembled uncontrollably, and he spat out several mouthfuls of blood.

The intense pain in his chest made him feel his strength rapidly draining away.

However, in the previous clash, his Ame-no-Murakumo sword had already been shattered, and his prized Flash Kick was clearly no match for the Dragon Slayer's blade.

It will take time to reassemble the Ame-no-Murakumo Sword; the only remaining option is...

escape!

If I don't run away now, I'll definitely die here!

The Kiro in front of him was as terrifying as a ghost or god. In the face of such an opponent, resistance would be absolutely irrational!

Without the slightest hesitation, Kizaru turned into a golden flash, unleashing his full speed and fleeing far into the distance.

A glint flashed in Kiro's eyes; his Clear World ability allowed him to see Kizaru's movements clearly.

He's trying to escape!

Without the slightest hesitation, Kiro stomped his foot and, as if possessed by a prophet, flashed into Kizaru's path, instantly slashing down the Dragon Slayer.

laugh!

Blood splattered everywhere, and a severed arm covered in wounds flew off!

Kizaru's face turned pale as he felt an excruciating pain in his right arm.

He gritted his teeth, covered the wound on his severed arm with his left hand, and then everything went dark.

"No, if this continues, we'll die!"

Since he joined the Navy, he has never encountered such a formidable enemy!

This terrifying sense of oppression sent chills down his spine.

The distinct feeling of impending death made Kizaru's breathing become increasingly heavy; he experienced the same sensation that Kiro had just felt.

It instantly bypassed Kilo and flew away into the distance without looking back, its speed even faster than before.

The Glint-Glint Fruit is inherently extremely fast, and Kizaru even pushed his limits in the face of a life-or-death crisis, barely managing to shake off Kiro's pursuit and fleeing into the distance.

Kilo gradually slowed his pace, watching the streak of light fleeing in disarray in the distance, and sighed softly.

[Borsalino defeated, points +871]

He wanted to leave Kizaru here, but unfortunately he let him escape anyway.

However, Kizaru just barely escaped at the cost of losing an arm, so his future fighting ability will probably be greatly reduced.

This heavy price made Kilo feel somewhat better.

Suddenly, a somewhat hoarse, gruff voice came from behind, "Looks like you're not feeling too well!"

Kilo turned around and realized that the person who came was Lieutenant General Runo, who was stationed at the G-7 branch.

Lieutenant General Luno clenched his fist and walked toward Kiro.

"Judging from your appearance, you must have just escaped from Lieutenant General Borsalino, right?"

"Kilo, surrender! You're doomed now that you've met your match!"

Runo initially thought he had just bumped into Kiro on his escape route, but when he caught a glimpse of a severed arm on the ground, he suddenly froze in place.

The clothing on the severed arm bore his familiar yellow and black stripes, which meant...

"Wait, what did you do to Lieutenant General Borsalino?!"

He suddenly realized what was happening, his pupils constricted, and he quickly stepped back, only to feel a refreshing breeze on his face.

Kiro had appeared behind him without him noticing, and slowly sheathed the Dragon Slayer sword in his hand.

I admire your courage.

Be more careful in your next life.

Snapped!

As the dragon-slaying sword was sheathed, a line of blood gradually appeared on Luno's neck, which was covered in Armament Haki.

He opened his mouth in disbelief, wanting to say something, but his consciousness was plunged into complete darkness.

[Elite naval vice admiral defeated, points +326]

The headless corpse collapsed with a crash. Without looking back, Kiro immediately headed towards the dock where the Ryuga was located, intending to meet up with Robin and the others. However, his legs suddenly gave way, and he collapsed.

His injuries were too severe, and he could no longer hold on.

In the moments before his consciousness faded into darkness, Kiro was filled with resentment:

"He defeated Kizaru, yet he died from his injuries?"

Is this where it ends?

……

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept up from the ruins.

The wind howled, whipping up countless plumes of dust that formed a massive tornado in the air.

Tap, tap, tap.

As footsteps approached, a tall figure draped in a dark green cloak emerged from around the corner of the ruins.

A moment later, he stood in front of Kiro, then pulled back the hood of his cloak to reveal a stern, resolute face that exuded authority.

His eyes were sharp as an eagle's, and he had a large area of ​​deep red tattoo on his left cheek, with an intricate spiral pattern that extended all the way to his chin.

Her long, dark hair was combed back and swayed automatically without any wind.

It is none other than Monkey D. Dragon, the leader of the powerful organization that was established some time ago!

He turned his gaze to Kiro, a hint of admiration in his eyes, but his expression suddenly changed.

He appeared in front of Kiro in a flash and quickly checked Kiro's injuries.

A moment later, his brows furrowed, his expression became grave, and a few drops of cold sweat involuntarily trickled down his forehead.

Kilo's injuries were far more serious than he had imagined; they were almost fatal!

Most seriously, his blood was almost completely dried up!

Severe blood loss is rapidly robbing Kiro's body of its life force.

It wasn't until he observed Kilo up close that Long realized the severity of Kilo's injuries—if no treatment was given, he would bleed to death!

Not daring to waste any time, Long picked up the unconscious Kilo and disappeared into the ruins in a flash.

……

Beneath a secluded cliff on the side of the Ryuga, a hidden vessel drifts on the sea.

The next instant, the dragon's figure suddenly appeared on the deck, his face somewhat anxious.

"Ivankov!"

Upon hearing this, a strangely made-up, purple-haired man with a giant face walked out of the cabin and quickly approached the dragon.

Judging from his appearance alone, it's impossible to determine his gender!

It was Emprio Ivankov, one of the founders of the Revolutionary Army, a Hormone-Hormone Fruit user known as the Okama King!

Ivankov took the unconscious Kiro from Long's hands, carefully examined his injuries, and his expression darkened.

"This kind of injury...?"

"How has the Kiroboy managed to hold on until now?"

As the examination was completed, a solemn expression appeared on his large face, and he spoke quickly and seriously:

"Dragon, Kiro's injuries might be more serious than you think!"

"His organs were all damaged to varying degrees, his vitality was almost completely depleted, and he was practically dead!"

"I'm afraid only hormone therapy can cure him!"

Healing hormones are Ivankov's signature ability, a "powerful drug" that stimulates the patient's own potential and enormous self-healing ability by injecting special healing hormones into the patient's body.

However, it comes at an extremely high cost; it is a forced recovery method that overdraws one's lifespan and stimulates potential.

In the original work, Ivankov treated Luffy twice, which cost Luffy a total of 20 years of his lifespan!

Almost no one is willing to bear such a terrible price!

However, given Kilo's critical condition, this is probably the only option right now!

Long sighed, pondered for a moment, and then nodded.

The situation is critical, and there is no time to lose!

After taking a deep breath, Ivankov suddenly plunged his sharp right fingernails into Kiro's neck, the nails emitting a faint green glow.

"Heal your hormones!"

With the injection of large amounts of hormones, the wounds on Kiro's body gradually stopped bleeding, and his breathing returned from barely audible to extremely weak.

Those gruesome wounds, under the influence of healing hormones, are beginning to sprout granulation tissue, showing signs of recovery.

As Kiro's breathing gradually returned to normal, Ivankov breathed a sigh of relief. "We've passed the most difficult hurdle, but the situation is still far from optimistic!"

"Luckily, we brought our revolutionary army's doctor on board!"

He laid Kilo flat on a medical bed, called several doctors, and then wheeled Kilo into the ship's operating room.

Dragon stood on the deck, looking at the devastated Vila Island, and sighed inwardly.

If he had come sooner, Kilo wouldn't be in this situation.

He had always felt guilty towards this one of only two survivors of Oraha.

After all, when the Navy launched the Buster Call in Olaha, as the leader of the Volunteer Army, he didn't have time to warn Dr. Clover and rescue these scholars.

Now that this rising Ohara teenager is in danger, he naturally cannot stand idly by.

As the blood plasma on board was running out, Ivankov finally emerged from the operating room, took off his gown and gloves, which were covered in splattered blood, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Dragon, I have good news and bad news."