One Piece: With Sign-in System

"All of them… he's going to take on all seven Hashira by himself?!"

Standing off to the side, Gotou's eyes were wide with disbelief. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

These were the strongest swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps—the Hashira!

Iguro Obanai glanced toward Ron, hesitation in his voice. "Ron, surely this is—"

Whoosh!

Before he could even finish, two figures exploded from his side.

One moved like the wind.

The other burned like fire.

"Wind Breathing, First Form: Dust Whirlwind Cutter!"

"Flame Breathing, First Form: Unknowing Fire!"

Sanemi Shinazugawa and Kyojuro Rengoku launched themselves forward with a burst of speed, blades flashing as they unleashed their signature techniques upon Ron in tandem.

As the red-hot flame-wrapped sword and the emerald blade swirling with wind energy descended toward him—

Ron slowly drew the ancient blade at his waist and slashed casually.

"One Sword Style: Caressing Slash."

With that single swing—

The wind was stilled, and the fire extinguished.

Their combined attacks vanished like pebbles cast into the ocean. The next instant, an overwhelming surge of sword pressure burst forth from Ron, a gale-like force crashing into the two Hashira, hurling them backward through the air.

Ron stood where he was, sword in one hand, posture casual.

He hadn't taken a single step back.

"He… he repelled them with just one strike…"

Shock flared in Iguro Obanai's eyes.

Mitsuri Kanroji stared blankly at Ron, awe written across her face.

"Ron-san… he really is incredible!"

"Isn't that obvious?" Tengen Uzui, gripping the hilts of his twin blades behind his back, kept his sharp gaze locked on Ron, every fiber of his being honed and alert.

Muichiro Tokito wrapped his hand around the hilt of his Nichirin Blade, and for once, his normally emotionless face flickered with fervor. In that moment, his entire world had narrowed to a single figure—Ron.

Butterfly-winged Shinobu Kocho gazed at the tall, poised figure ahead of her. In the depths of her violet eyes shimmered admiration—and reverence.

Off to the side, Gotou stood frozen, his mouth hanging open in speechless astonishment.

Raising his blade, Ron pointed its tip toward the Hashira and spoke calmly:

"Come. Show me your full strength."

At that moment—

Clad in his flowing teal haori, his tall figure like a mountain pine, Ron radiated a sharpness so pure and focused it cut through the very air.

The sword aura rolling off him was razor-edged and suffocating. Even the wind seemed to still. The Hashira could feel it—an invisible blade pressing against their skin.

To them, in that instant, Ron appeared not as a man—

—but as a god of the sword.

Sanemi and Rengoku straightened, their eyes locked onto him with unwavering focus.

"Give it everything you've got, everyone," Shinobu said, drawing her slender blade.

As her voice rang out, she pushed off with a sharp step, vanishing from view in a flicker.

The next second—

She appeared above Ron in mid-air, her thin sword stabbing down in a flurry too fast for the eye to follow.

In an instant, seven violet flowers bloomed in the air.

And yet—

Ron's figure shimmered and burst like a mirage.

She had struck nothing but air.

Fwoosh!

A rush of wind sliced through the silence.

Before Shinobu could even register what had happened—

Ron struck with the flat of his blade, sending her flying through the air like a fallen petal.

Muichiro Tokito darted behind Ron.

"Breath of Mist, Second Form: Eight-Layered Mist."

A hazy storm of eight consecutive slashes, drifting like clouds and fog.

Ron responded with a backward swing of his blade.

His sword pressure surged like a tidal wave, effortlessly scattering all eight powerful strikes into nothingness.

That single, sweeping slash—vast and overwhelming—surged toward Muichiro like an unstoppable current. His pupils widened.

Even though he reacted swiftly with "Breath of Mist, Third Form: Scattering Mist Splash" to offset the blow, it wasn't enough.

Ron's slash tore right through it, sending Muichiro flying backward over twenty meters.

And then, without pause—

Tengen Uzui, Mitsuri Kanroji, Obanai Iguro, along with Sanemi Shinazugawa and Kyojuro Rengoku, launched a full-on assault from all directions.

"Breath of Sound, Fourth Form: Constant Resounding Slashes!"

"Breath of Wind, Fifth Form: Cold Mountain Wind of Fall!"

"Breath of the Serpent, Third Form: Coil of the Serpent!"

"Breath of Love, Third Form: Cat-Like Rain of Affection!"

"Breath of Flame, Third Form: Blazing Universe!"

In an instant—

Sword lights clashed, winds howled, and fury swirled like a storm.

All around Ron, sword techniques woven with different Breathing Styles raged in every direction. There was no space to dodge.

Even Gotou, watching from afar, unconsciously held his breath.

Could a human really survive this kind of onslaught?

And yet, facing these fierce strikes from every side—

Ron raised his blade and slashed only once.

"One-Sword Style: Tornado."

Sword energy roared up from around him like a crimson tornado.

The flurry of Breathing-style slashes were instantly sucked in and shredded into nothing.

One sword to break ten thousand techniques.

Before the five attackers could even register their shock, the white tornado of sword energy turned blood-red before their eyes.

"Watch yourselves," Ron said calmly.

The crimson tornado suddenly shattered!

Like glass shattering into a million shards, countless thin, razor-sharp blades of crimson light exploded into view.

All five of them felt their hair stand on end. A chill ran down their spines.

And then—

Hundreds—no, thousands—of razor-thin red slashes rained down upon them like a typhoon of blades.

The five Hashira fought desperately, unleashing every skill they had to fend off the storm.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

In that chaotic instant, the sound of Nichirin swords clashing with those relentless slashes rang out over and over.

Far in the distance, Gotou stared in dumbstruck awe.

His jaw practically hit the floor.

"Ron… He's actually holding back all the Hashira by himself!"