One Piece: Hell Pirate

The reason why the Navy is the true ruler of the seas is because of its advanced warships and overwhelming firepower, allowing them to crush most small- and medium-sized pirate crews without even engaging in direct combat.

Ordinary pirate ships usually have less than ten cannons, while Navy warships have over ten or twenty cannons just on their sides, providing complete firepower suppression.

Because of this, pirate crews without top-tier fighters can only flee at the sight of the Navy. Even those with strong members often avoid fighting them directly, fearing their ships will be destroyed. After all, a pirate crew usually has only one ship, while the Navy has an endless fleet. Once a pirate ship is damaged, it becomes an easy target for the Navy's branch bases and fortress defenses scattered across the Grand Line.

"What do we do? Captain Brook, this is a bit too much, don't you think?"

Shakky looked ahead at the three warships, each carrying no fewer than fifty Marines, totaling more than two hundred in all.

"Redfield, how's your swordsmanship? Have you reached the level of a swordsmaster? Can you release sword energy yet?"

Brook wasn't sure how strong Redfield was at this point, but given that he was considered a genius on the same level as Roger, Whitebeard, and Golden Lion, he shouldn't be too weak at this stage.

"Don't worry, Captain. I won't let a single cannonball touch our ship!"

Redfield declared confidently, drawing the cane sword he had just obtained. The blade shimmered coldly, a testament to its sharpness after being nurtured by Brook's Underworld ghost energy.

"The ship's in your hands!"

Brook pulled out the Seven-Star Sword strapped to his back and dashed forward.

"Hmph, pirates will always be pirates. They don't know their place! Fire at will!!!"

Just as Rear Admiral Temple finished shouting, he felt a sudden sense of danger and instinctively tilted his head. A split second later, a Marine behind him was shot.

"There's a sniper! Stay sharp!"

Rear Admiral Temple spotted the smoke trailing from Hiruba's sniper rifle, and gunfire kept ringing out. With each shot, a Marine fell, as if the Grim Reaper himself were harvesting their souls.

The three warships opened fire, their cannons roaring as a dense barrage of shells rained down toward the Voyager.

Underworld: Seven-Star Cursed Slash!

A massive, eerie blue sword wave erupted from Brook's Seven-Star Sword, instantly shattering the incoming cannonballs. Brook was already sprinting at high speed across the sea, leaving behind a trail of splashing water.

A flower ice path formed in his wake—the water disturbed by his movement froze under the influence of his ghost energy, creating a stunningly beautiful trail of ice across the sea.

"Not good! Brook isn't just a Devil Fruit user—he's also a high-level swordsman!!"

Rear Admiral Temple was stunned. The fact that Brook could destroy so many cannonballs with a single swing and even run on the sea meant he was far beyond ordinary. Temple immediately drew his sword and slashed at Brook, who had just leaped toward him.

Clang!

Their swords clashed, sparks flying in all directions.

"You don't even know Armament Haki? How the hell did you make it to rear admiral???"

Brook was surprised to find that Temple didn't know how to use Haki. He had planned to defeat him and let Redfield read his memory to learn the method of Armament Haki training.

In reality, it was common for older, less talented officers to be stationed in the first half of the Grand Line. Those with real potential had long since mastered Haki and been deployed to the New World to suppress the most dangerous pirates.

Rear Admiral Temple was one of those officers who had failed to awaken Haki. Over the years, he had earned enough merit to be promoted, but he was ultimately stationed at a Grand Line fortress rather than being sent to the New World.

In contrast, many young, talented Marine officers had already awakened their Haki, making their way to the New World for rapid promotions. Some, like Zephyr, had even become admirals by the age of 38.

Temple, now in his forties, still hadn't managed to awaken Haki—a clear sign that he had reached his limit. However, his swordsmanship and physical skills were still enough to handle most new pirates returning from the Grand Line.

"Hmph! I don't need Haki to deal with pirates like you!"

"Really? Then say goodbye to your sword!"

Brook exerted force, shattering Temple's sword with the Seven-Star Sword, forcing him to retreat. Temple quickly discarded the broken hilt, snatched a Marine's standard longsword, and unleashed a powerful sword slash at Brook.

"Die, pirate!"

Navy Six Styles: Shave!

After releasing his sword slash, Temple instantly disappeared from sight. As Brook deflected the attack, Temple suddenly reappeared right in front of him, bringing his sword down with a fierce strike!

"I didn't expect you to know the Navy Six Styles. How many techniques have you mastered?"

Brook blocked the strike, his excitement growing. If this guy knew the Six Styles, then Shakky's training method was right in front of him!

"Hmph! I may have failed to awaken Haki, but my mastery of the Six Styles isn't bad!"

Navy Six Styles: Tempest Kick!

Temple swung his leg with great force, sending out a green slicing wave as sharp as a blade straight toward Brook.

"Got anything else? Can you use Moonwalk?"

Brook shattered the slashing wave with his Seven-Star Sword and asked excitedly.

"What's with the questions? Trying to steal the Six Styles? Not happening!"

Navy Six Styles: Moonwalk!

Temple leaped into the air, continuously kicking to release a series of slicing waves. The powerful attacks tore through the warship's deck, leaving deep gashes across its surface.

"Haha, not bad! Just these three moves are enough!"

Underworld Ghost Energy: Seven Stars Snow Slash!

Brook's Seven-Star Sword shifted from a dark blue glow to a pale white radiance. Moving even faster than Temple's Shave, Brook appeared right in front of him in an instant and swung his blade downward.

Navy Six Styles: Paper Art!

Temple's body became as light as paper, barely dodging Brook's assassination attempt. However, the chilling ghost energy still managed to graze him, sending shivers down his spine.

Navy Six Styles: Iron Body!

A sharp slicing sound echoed as Temple was struck across the chest, but no blood spilled out—his wound had been frozen solid by Brook's ghostly energy.

"Rear Admiral!"

Lieutenant Colonel Sadu and several Marine officers rushed forward, standing in front of Temple with their swords drawn, veins bulging from their tightened grips.

If even their strongest man couldn't defeat Brook, then they were in serious danger.

"Not bad! You actually used all five techniques, so you must know Finger Pistol too! Looks like you have a good talent for physical techniques, even if you haven't mastered them fully!"

Temple's expression darkened. He was indeed talented, but his lungs and kidneys had been permanently damaged by a pirate years ago, preventing him from undergoing high-intensity training. This was why he had failed to awaken Haki.

"As expected of a pirate who survived the Sabaody Archipelago—you're strong. I underestimated you, but you won't be escaping today. Stronger officers are already on their way. My job is just to hold you here!"

Rear Admiral Temple steadied himself, stepping forward once more with unwavering determination in his eyes…

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Rear Admiral Temple's words made Brook frown. Was an even stronger officer coming as backup? Could it be a Vice Admiral?

"Thanks for the heads-up. That just made my decision easier—I'll end this right now!"

Brook's words stunned Rear Admiral Temple, and the officers behind him looked at him in disbelief. Wasn't Temple trying to intimidate the pirate into surrendering? Why did it feel like Brook had something even more terrifying up his sleeve?

At that moment, every Marine tensed up, their hands instinctively gripping their weapons as they stared at Brook with vigilance.

"Hades Will: Death Gaze!"

Brook raised the Seven-Star Sword high in his right hand, and a chilling aura of death surged from his body. The Marines' eyes widened in shock as an overwhelming sense of doom engulfed them. Cold sweat dripped down their foreheads, their bodies trembled uncontrollably, and their knees buckled beneath them. It was as if death itself had come to claim them.

One by one, they collapsed powerlessly to the deck.

"What the hell is this power? It's freezing cold, yet it makes you feel like you're staring death in the face… This isn't Conqueror's Haki!" Rear Admiral Temple gasped, his face pale with shock.

He had felt the overwhelming presence of Conqueror's Haki before, but this was something entirely different—it wasn't just pressure; it was fear itself.

With a large portion of the Marines falling unconscious, the shelling from the three warships came to an abrupt halt. Redfield let out a sigh of relief, finally getting a moment to breathe. Hiruba, their sniper, was nearly out of bullets.

Meanwhile, the fish-man Tom used a massive wooden plank as a makeshift shield to block a good number of the remaining shells. Antonio, still inside the ship's cabin, looked on with worry. Shakky, using sheer physical strength, kicked away the stray shells that slipped past their defenses.

Seeing Rear Admiral Temple and several officers still standing on the warship, Redfield and Shakky leapt onto the deck, following the icy path Brook had left behind.

"Captain, we can finally go all out!" Shakky grinned, setting her sights on Lieutenant Colonel Sadu from Asuka Island. He seemed weaker than the others—perfect for her.

Redfield unsheathed his cane sword and lunged at a Marine Captain. His swordsmanship focused on sheer speed and lethal precision, forcing his opponent to frantically dodge. A few nearby Lieutenant Colonels rushed in to help, but they were still disoriented from Brook's deathly aura, their reactions sluggish.

"I can read your minds, you know. You're all scared shitless of Captain Brook!" Redfield smirked as he plunged his cane sword into a Lieutenant Colonel's abdomen, sending him flying with a powerful kick. The remaining officers, already struggling, were now completely overwhelmed.

No one noticed the Memory Seahorse as it hopped onto the warship, greedily absorbing the memories of the Marines who had fallen unconscious.

Suddenly, a strong-willed Marine woke up and spotted the creature, raising his weapon to strike.

Bang!

A single gunshot echoed across the deck. Hiruba, still positioned on the Voyager, had been keeping an eye on the situation and swiftly took down the Marine before he could harm the Memory Seahorse.

The creature shuddered, realizing the danger, but its hunger for memories was too strong to resist. It cautiously continued feeding, but now, it remained on high alert.

"Oooh-wha~!"

Rear Admiral Temple coughed up blood as Brook's sword slashed him across the chest. The force of the blow sent him crashing to the ground, his breathing ragged and weak.

"Redfield, wrap this up. There's a chance an even stronger Marine is on their way!" Brook didn't hesitate, delivering a final strike that completely incapacitated Temple, leaving him sprawled on the deck.

As Brook spoke, Redfield's movements became even faster. His sword danced like a blur, slicing through the defenses of the Marine Captain. In one swift motion, he delivered a fatal strike, cutting him down.

Shakky wasn't far behind—she had Lieutenant Colonel Sadu on the ground, his face battered and bruised.

"Redfield, check this Rear Admiral's memories. See if you can find any training methods for Marine Six Powers or Haki."

Even though Temple himself hadn't awakened Haki, that didn't mean Marine Headquarters hadn't provided him with the training. It was possible he had the knowledge but simply failed to awaken it.

"Understood, Captain Brook!"

Redfield placed his hand on the unconscious Rear Admiral's head. Temple's wide eyes twitched slightly as Redfield's unique Observation Haki activated, delving into the depths of his mind in search of the knowledge they sought.

The Memory Seahorse saw that the battle was over, and the memories of these high-ranking officers were obviously more enticing. Without hesitation, it quickly dove into the sea and climbed back onto the pirate ship. It nimbly leaped onto the unconscious navy captain and lieutenant colonel, greedily devouring their memories. With each bite, its body swelled and grew, satisfaction evident in its movements.

"Captain Brook, I found it! The Navy's Six Styles, their swordsmanship techniques, and even methods for awakening Haki—everything you asked for!"

Redfield's excitement was palpable as he proudly took credit for his discovery. He was just as thrilled to have gained access to stronger training methods.

"Very good! Get back to the ship and write everything down. We need to retreat—there could be a stronger vice admiral heading this way!"

Brook was pleased with their haul. Even though his Undead Body prevented him from cultivating Haki, his crew could still benefit from it. Besides, he could at least train in some of the Navy's Six Styles.

"Got it!"

Shakky wasted no time and quickly searched the warship's office and warehouse for anything useful. The Memory Seahorse drooled at the sight of Rear Admiral Temple but hesitated when it saw Brook and Redfield leaving. Unable to resist its hunger, it darted forward and feasted on the officer's memories.

Meanwhile, Hiruba, Tom, and the others pulled their ship closer to help load up the navy's supplies and treasures. The Memory Seahorse, now bloated and satisfied, let out a loud burp before finally returning to the Voyager.

If it had the strength, it would've devoured every sailor on board, but it was simply too full. Still, the greedy creature wished it could somehow bottle up the memories for a later meal. Unfortunately, Brook had no intention of taking prisoners, forcing the Memory Seahorse to abandon its wishful thinking.

Suddenly, Antonio, who was moving supplies, noticed a ringing Den Den Mushi on the navy battleship. His sharp eyes quickly locked onto its location.

"Captain Brook, there's a call coming in. Looks like it's from the navy!"

Brook took the Den Den Mushi from Antonio, hesitated for a moment, then answered.

"Hey! Temple, what the hell took you so long to pick up? Have you handled the pirates yet, or do you still need me to back you up? I swear, I'm in a hurry to take my damn vacation and see my son!"

A gruff, impatient voice barked from the other end.

Brook's eyes narrowed. This guy was definitely no ordinary marine.

"No need for backup. We'll be leaving soon," Brook replied coldly.

The voice on the other end went silent for a moment. Then, the tone shifted—no longer irritated and impatient, but heavy with concern and restrained fury.

"Who the hell are you? What did you do to Temple?"

Brook smirked. "Relax. The rear admiral isn't dead yet."

"You better make damn sure of that," the voice growled. "Because if anything happens to Temple, I—Monkey D. Garp, Rear Admiral of the Navy Headquarters—will hunt you down to the ends of the earth!"

Brook's expression changed slightly. Iron Fist Garp.

So it was him.

Garp was already 26 years old by now, and judging by Temple's respectful tone, he had clearly earned his reputation within the navy. On top of that, Garp had mentioned taking a vacation to visit his son—Monkey D. Dragon. That meant Dragon was about three years old and likely living in Foosha Village in the East Blue.

Brook let out a low chuckle. "So, General Garp… the infamous Hero of the Navy. I've always been interested in the 'D' clan. Consider this a favor—I'll let this rear admiral live and even leave these three warships intact. But in return, I expect your navy to stop chasing us across the Grand Line."

There was a brief pause. Then, Garp snorted. "The navy hunting down pirates is only natural, and I don't control orders from headquarters. The best I can offer you is this—I won't personally chase you down!"

Brook fell silent, considering the offer.

Garp, on the other hand, was frowning on the other end of the call. He knew his answer might piss off this pirate. If the guy got mad and decided to wipe out Temple and the rest of the marines in retaliation, he'd regret it. But at the same time, he couldn't outright refuse an offer from a dangerous pirate.

Tension filled the air as both sides waited for the other's response.

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