One Piece: Blue Scale Admiral

"I didn't want to be a pirate either. My hometown couldn't afford the high cost of celestial gold and was expelled from the World Government's membership. Later, it was ravaged by pirates. I had no choice but to take up arms and join them."

Jericho, who was crying, suddenly had a glimmer of light in his eyes, and he choked out as he cried:

"You can't kill me. Do you know who I'm under? I'm one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, a peripheral pirate under Donquixote Doflamingo. If you kill me, you'll be hunted down by the Donquixote Family forever. So, let me go, and we'll call it even. You've killed all my men, and I don't want any of the money or food. You can have it all."

"So you and I are both people with tragic fates."

Rorschach sighed, bent down, and used his withered fingers to wipe away the tears from Jericho's eyes.

Jericho's body trembled slightly as he nodded hastily, "Yes, we're all unfortunate people, so..."

"So, this world causes you so much pain, why do you still live?" Rorschach's voice was gentle as he placed his withered hand on Jericho's head and stroked it softly. "So you have family too? I thought you were an orphan."

“You…” Jericho’s mouth was half open, as if he wanted to say something.

The hand that had been gently stroking his head had slid down, its hard knuckles disappearing into his eye sockets one by one.

"Ahhhh!"

Jericho let out a bloodcurdling scream.

He reached for the short sword on the ground with his left hand, quickly grabbed it, and swung it at the arm that was hitting his face.

Click!

Rorschach's left hand grabbed down, his five fingers gripping his shoulder. His knuckles were huge and protruding. His five fingers slowly closed together, and the shoulder blade under his palm made a cracking sound.

Jericho's body felt as if it were being squeezed into a massive hydraulic press, being crushed and pulverized bit by bit.

The excruciating pain that tore his soul apart completely overwhelmed his mind and body.

Jericho opened his mouth wide, only making a hoarse sound from his throat, unable to let out any more screams.

But he was still conscious.

It was so clear that he could distinctly sense two steel-like fingers prying open the gaps in his eye sockets, piercing his skull, and penetrating his brain.

At the same time, his left shoulder was completely shattered.

The shoulder blades shriveled up, and the skin, muscles, and bones merged together in a more intimate way, without distinction of layers or one another.

Jericho felt the large hand that had crushed his shoulder slide across his face, slowly gripping the back of his head and behind his ear.

That is one of the few places in the human brain where a fissure exists.

That is the natural evolution that life undergoes in order to reproduce.

In order for a baby to be safely born from the mother's body, the skull, which is as hard as iron, has gaps inside the mother's body.

That allows the skull to be slightly flattened and its volume reduced.

Rorschach's withered left hand gripped the crevice of Jericho's skull, slowly applying pressure inward.

“I can understand your desire for revenge, to devour the flesh of your enemy. But if you are to turn yourself into a cannibal, then I will show no mercy and bury you along with this island.”

A deep, resonant voice suddenly rang out behind Luo Xia, causing his hand to freeze in mid-air.

Luo Xia slowly turned around and saw a burly soldier who was two heads taller than him, looking at him indifferently.

Although reality differs from fictional characters, Rorschach still remembers the man's face.

He had once cursed this ruthless and iron-blooded soldier in his heart because of the death of another man.

But now, he only wants to say one thing to this man.

"Thanks......"

The two words escaped Luo Xia's lips. His will and strength, which had been holding on until now, completely collapsed. His eyes rolled back, and his tall body fell straight backward, crashing to the ground with a thud, falling into a deep coma.

Akainu silently watched the unconscious Rorschach, remaining speechless for a long time, until a girl's shouts came from the other side of the lava wall, which startled him awake.

"Thank you...? It's been so many years since I've heard those two words."

Chapter 6 Blood Transfusion

"Seriously, why surround the island with lava? Are there enemies on the island?"

The crimson lava walls spread out on both sides as if melting, revealing a wide gap.

Hibari, surrounded by a group of vigilant naval soldiers, landed on Red Leaf Island.

She had initially been somewhat resentful of being blocked by Akainu's magma, but when she saw the large expanse of ash billowing black smoke and the corpses scattered all over the ground, she immediately froze in place.

"Didn't I tell you to stay in the cabin and rest?"

Akainu stood up from his crouching position.

The soldiers behind him were clearly well-informed; the moment they saw the horrific scene on the island, they roughly understood the situation.

Without Akainu's orders, officers immediately began assigning tasks, dispersing soldiers to various parts of Red Leaf Village to begin search and rescue, firefighting, and prisoner capture operations.

Only the young Hibari witnessed for the first time such a horrific massacre, a scene that would be considered extremely brutal even in naval textbooks.

This had a tremendous impact on her young mind, so much so that Yun Que stood there blankly for more than ten seconds before covering her mouth with a pale face and gagging.

As she covered her mouth, turned around, and walked a few steps away, preparing to spit out the bitter water churning in her mouth, Akainu raised his right hand halfway up, seemingly wanting to stop her, but he put it down before he could finish speaking.

Because he could already hear his daughter screaming.

"what!"

As soon as the lark bent down, he saw a person kneeling on the ground right next to him, whose face was so badly ulcerated that it was unrecognizable.

The man's face was a bloody mess; where his eyes had once been, there were now two deep, blood-stained depressions.

The nose collapsed, forming a clear indentation.

The broken mouth was half-open, and the lower jaw drooped helplessly because it had lost the pull of the jaw muscles on both sides.

Even more terrifying, the skull above his ear had vanished, and his red and white, grooved brain, like an enlarged walnut, was exposed to the lark's pupils.

The lark opened its mouth, its pupils dilating to their maximum.

"Sigh, this is what happens when you don't listen to your father." Akainu sighed, then forced a smile, trying to ease the atmosphere, and comforted his eleven-year-old daughter who was in the middle of vomiting, "It's okay, Hibari, you'll get used to it next time."

"vomit......"

"Medic! Come check on this kid and see if he can be saved."

Akainu shouted to a medic carrying a medical kit not far away.

The ship's medic quickly gave the unconscious Rorschach a thorough examination.

"His heart rate is low, but he's very resilient. He's lost too much blood and needs an immediate transfusion. Hiss... With so many wounds, it's a miracle that he can still hold on."

As the medic cut open Luo Xia's coarse cloth clothes with scissors, even the experienced doctor couldn't help but gasp when he saw the extent of Luo Xia's injuries.

Rorschach's tall, naked body was covered with horrific, crisscrossing wounds.

His hands and legs were covered in lacerations caused by being slashed with a sharp weapon.

Above his chest and abdomen, there were two huge gashes, each over a foot long, which intersected to form an X-shaped scar.

The scars are so deep that the bone is visible, and through the gaps in the ribs, one can even see the wriggling red internal organs inside.

If those two intersecting wounds had moved a few inches further down, without the strong ribs to stop them, Rorschach's intestines would probably have been severed.

The military doctor roughly counted and found that Luo Xia had been stabbed at least thirty-one times.

The blood flowing from his body had stained his entire body black and red.

The congealed blood stuck his wound to the coarse cloth clothes he was wearing. When the medic carefully pulled apart the blood-stained and dusty pieces of cloth, Rorschach's wound reopened.

Blood gushed out of the wound uncontrollably.

The medic cried out, "No! There aren't enough medicines and bandages in the medical kit. Besides, he needs surgery, wound cleaning, infection prevention, and an immediate blood transfusion! This guy seems to be unusually strong; his blood flow is astonishing, and he has an exceptionally powerful heart. Ordinary bandages won't work; the wound needs to be stitched up. Admiral Sakazuki, I request permission to have him taken to a warship. I need to begin treatment immediately."

"I understand."

Akainu said in a deep voice.

Then, under the somewhat surprised gaze of the military doctor, he bent down and gently lifted the unconscious Luo Xia.

With a stomp of his foot, he leaped dozens of meters into the air, his white cloak of justice billowing in the wind behind him, resembling a large white bird.

In the blink of an eye, it covered a distance of over a hundred meters and landed on the deck of the warship with a thud.

"What are you all standing there for? Come over here!"

"Yes!"

The military doctor was no ordinary soldier; he was clearly a skilled practitioner as well.

He carried the medical kit in one hand and glanced at the lark who was still gagging.

After hesitating for a moment, he took a few steps forward, grabbed the little girl's arm, and leaped up in a flash.

boom!Boom!

The military doctor stepped on the air, creating a sonic boom, and boarded the warship.

As soon as he put the lark down, he rushed into the cabin.

Soon, sounds of rummaging through drawers and cabinets came from inside.

A short while later, the medic rushed over carrying a large pile of medical equipment. Along the way, several items clattered and fell onto the deck, causing Akainu to frown deeply.

"First, we need to give him a blood transfusion before we can perform the suturing. Let me see what his blood type is."

The medic took out several things that Akainu couldn't understand, took a little blood from Rorschach's wound, fiddled with it on the nearby deck for a while, and then muttered:

"He has type F blood, General Sakazuki. Please inform the soldiers and officers with type F blood to return. Hmm, call a few more; this guy has a special constitution and requires a large amount of blood."

"Type F?" Akainu raised an eyebrow, unbuttoned his military coat, pulled out his right arm, and stretched it out in front of the medic. "No need, just use my blood. I'm also type F."

"it is good."

The medic wasn't too surprised this time. He simply picked up the IV needle and inserted it into a vein in Akainu's hand.

Boom.

With a soft click, the syringe snapped.

"General... please tone down your Armament Haki, otherwise it will be very difficult for me to penetrate." The medic's lips twitched.

"Cough cough! It's just a bodily instinct."