Uchiha Puppet Master, Starting from One Piece.

"A bounty of one billion Berries is indeed well-deserved."

Jack stared at Retsu Unohana, his pupils slightly contracting.

"You know my name, and you're still so arrogant?"

"Arrogant?"

Retsu Unohana tilted her head, as if she had heard an interesting question.

"I'm just stating the facts."

She paused, then slowly gripped the hilt of her Zanpakuto at her waist with her left hand.

"Your attacks are indeed too straightforward, lacking variation and skill; they rely purely on brute force."

Her voice remained gentle, but every word was like a knife, piercing Jack's heart.

"Such an attack might be enough to deal with an ordinary opponent, but against me..."

She shook her head.

"Not enough."

Jack's face darkened completely.

He didn't say anything more.

Because he knew that saying anything more to this woman would be useless.

The only way to shut her up is with strength.

His feet slammed into the ground, causing it to crack and shatter, sending debris flying everywhere.

His body shot out like a cannonball, at an astonishing speed, completely unlike a five-meter-tall strong man.

Two enormous scythes spun in his hands, their blades drawing two dark blue arcs in the air as they slashed simultaneously toward Unohana Retsu's neck and waist.

This strike was fast, powerful, and came from a tricky angle.

Moreover, the trajectories of the two scythes are completely different; one is a horizontal slash, and the other is a diagonal slash. The attack range of the two scythes covers all possible dodge directions for Unohana Retsu.

This is a killer move that Jack has honed over many years of combat.

"Double Sickle - Strangulation".

Unohana Retsu's eyes lit up.

It's not because I'm afraid.

It's because of appreciation.

"That was a good strike."

Her body moved.

It's not moving backward, it's not dodging to the side, it's moving forward.

She took a step forward, a step so small it was almost invisible, but that one step positioned her body just outside the point where the trajectories of the two scythes intersected.

Two sickles brushed past her side, one through her hair and the other through the hem of her clothes.

It was a hair's breadth off, but it wouldn't hurt her in the slightest.

Jack's eyes widened suddenly.

impossible.

He used all his strength in that attack.

With this strike, he killed countless opponents.

But this woman simply took one step forward and dodged it.

A thought flashed through his mind.

This woman's ability to judge distances has reached an unbelievable level.

She can accurately calculate the attack trajectory of each weapon, precisely find the gaps between all the attack trajectories, and then precisely walk into that gap.

This is not intuition.

This is technology.

It is a swordsmanship that has been honed through countless life-and-death battles, reaching the pinnacle of skill.

But Jack didn't have time to think about it.

After dodging his attack, Retsu Unohana finally drew her Zanpakuto from her waist with her right hand.

The blade gleamed silver in the morning light, its surface adorned with ancient patterns that resembled streaks of flowing blood.

Her knife was very slow.

It moves as slowly as if it's waving in water.

But Jack felt as if the knife had transcended the limitations of space; it was still far away, yet it was already pressed against his skin.

He instinctively jumped back, trying to create some distance.

But it was too late.

The blade lightly grazed his chest.

A thin, long wound appeared on his skin, running from his left shoulder to his right waist.

Fresh blood seeped from the wound, dripping onto the ground.

Jack looked down at the wound on his chest, a hint of disbelief flashing in his golden eyes.

Is he injured?

His body is that of an Ancient Zoan-type Devil Fruit user; his skin is harder than steel, his muscles are stronger than rock, and his bones are stronger than diamonds.

Even a Marine Admiral's Armament Haki would hardly leave such a deep wound on him.

But this woman, with just a seemingly ordinary knife, lightly sliced ​​open his skin.

His eyes were fixed on the knife in Unohana Retsu's hand.

A layer of black light was wrapped around the blade.

The light was deep and intense, like a layer of black liquid slowly flowing on the blade.

Armament Haki.

Moreover, it is a very high-level Armament Haki.

"Such strong Armament Haki... and it's in a woman's hands?"

Retsu Unohana looked down at the knife in her hand, her smile still gentle.

"I know a little."

She spoke casually, but Jack knew it was far more than just a little bit.

Swordsmen who can imbue their blades with Armament Haki, increasing their sharpness several times over, are few and far between in the entire New World.

"Your Armament Haki is very strong."

Jack's voice was deep, and a hint of seriousness flashed in his golden eyes.

"But your swordsmanship is even stronger."

He paused.

Who are you?

Retsu Unohana looked up at Jack, a smile curving her lips.

"There are eight thousand flowers of Mao."

"Yachiru...Yachiru..."

Unohana simply raised the knife in her hand, the tip pointing at Jack's throat.

"Let's continue."

Her voice remained gentle, but a hint of excitement finally appeared in her eyes.

"I haven't met an opponent who can make me take things seriously in a long time."

Jack stared at Retsu Unohana, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

"Get serious?"

He gave a cold laugh.

"Did you think you were playing games with me just now?"

His body lunged forward, and his two enormous scythes swung out again, but this time, his attack method had completely changed.

It was no longer a series of sweeping, sweeping slashes, but a rapid, continuous attack with almost no pauses.

With a horizontal slash from the left scythe and a vertical cleave from the right, the left hand retracts while the right hand slashes horizontally again. The two scythes attack alternately, like a precise meat grinder, tearing at Unohana Retsu.

Each strike was imbued with Armament Haki, the blade covered in a layer of black light, drawing black arcs in the air.

Unohana Retsu's body began to move.

Her steps were light and agile, as if she were walking on water, and each step she took perfectly dodged Jack's attacks.

Her body weaved through the gaps in the sickle, as if performing an elegant dance.

But her knife was anything but elegant.

After each dodge, she would swing her sword.

A knife.

Two cuts.

Three knives.

Four cuts.

Five cuts.

Every slash landed precisely on Jack, every slash cut through his skin, every slash left a deep wound.