I, Kizaru, only came to the chat group after I became invincible

Chapter 472 I want to eat barbecue every day

"Captain, where are we going next?" asked First Mate Mark.

Mark was a man in his thirties, lean and wielding two curved knives at his waist. His eyes were cold and sharp, like the edge of a blade.

“Sail east.” Carlos pointed to the nautical chart. “There’s a place called ‘Moonlight Town’ here; I hear it’s a wealthy town. We’ll go there to ‘borrow’ some money.”

“Moonlight Town.” Another voice rang out. It was combatant Greg, a burly, bald man with fists as big as hammers. “I heard there’s a navy stationed there.”

"The Navy?" Carlos scoffed. "How strong can the naval branch in this area be? Last time they came after us, I single-handedly drove them off."

“That being said, it’s still best to be careful,” Mark said cautiously. “Our reputation is growing lately, which might attract trouble.”

"Trouble?" Carlos laughed. "At sea, who have I ever feared? I'm a Fish-Fish Fruit user! On this vast ocean, I'm invincible!"

“The captain’s right!” Greg agreed. “Our Blood Shark Pirates aren’t afraid of any Marines!”

Just then, a commotion broke out on the deck.

"Captain! Captain!" A pirate ran into the captain's cabin. "A merchant ship has been spotted ahead!"

"A merchant ship?" Carlos's eyes lit up. "Great! We haven't had much to show for it lately, this will be a good opportunity to make up for it."

He stood up and walked out of the captain's cabin.

Sure enough, about a nautical mile ahead, a medium-sized merchant ship was sailing. Judging from its appearance, it was carrying a considerable amount of cargo.

"Prepare for battle!" Carlos ordered. "As usual, surround them and don't let them escape!"

"Yes!" the pirates responded excitedly.

The Predator sped toward the merchant ship, and the pirates on board grabbed their weapons, preparing to board and rob it.

But they didn't know that in the distant sky, a golden light was rapidly approaching.

Borsalino moved through the air at the speed of light and quickly located the Blood Shark Pirates.

“Found it.” He stopped in mid-air, looking down at the sea. “That black and red ship should be it.”

He saw the Blood Shark Pirates approaching a merchant ship, clearly preparing to commit another crime.

“Perfect timing to catch them red-handed,” Borsalino said casually.

He began to descend, but instead of appearing directly, he transformed into particles of light and silently landed at the top of the Predator's mast.

From this position, he could clearly observe the entire ship.

There were about forty pirates on deck, all looking menacing. Captain Carlos stood at the bow, with First Mate Mark and combatant Greg standing behind him. High up on the aft deck, a tall, thin man with a long gun was aiming at the merchant ship—that must be sniper Jack.

“There are quite a few people,” Borsalino assessed. “But it’s all the same to me.”

At this point, the Predator had already approached the merchant ship.

"Stop the ship!" Carlos shouted. "We are the Blood Shark Pirates! Hand over your cargo, and we'll spare your lives!"

Panic-stricken shouts erupted from the merchant ship. Clearly, the crew recognized the infamous pirate crew.

"Run!"

"Turn around! Turn around now!"

"It's too late! They're too close!"

The merchant ship attempted to turn and flee, but it was too late. The Predator, being faster, quickly caught up, and the two ships sailed side by side.

"Grab them!" Carlos ordered.

The pirates threw ropes and grappling hooks to connect the two ships. Then, brandishing their weapons, they prepared to jump onto the merchant ship.

at this time--

"call out--"

A golden laser beam descended from the sky and struck the rope connecting the two ships precisely.

"boom!"

The rope was cut instantly, and the two ships separated.

"What?!" Carlos turned around in surprise.

The pirates all looked up at the sky.

They saw a man standing at the top of the mast—wearing a yellow striped suit, sunglasses, and a languid expression on his face.

“Excuse me for disturbing you,” Borsalino said slowly. “But I cannot allow you to continue your evil deeds.”

"Who are you?!" Carlos roared.

“Me?” Borsalino thought for a moment. “Just call me the passing messenger of justice.”

“A messenger of justice?” Mark squinted, scrutinizing the person on the mast.

Suddenly, his expression changed drastically.

"Wait... that look, those clothes, could it be...?"

“What’s wrong, Mark?” Carlos asked.

"Captain, run!" Mark suddenly shouted. "That's Admiral Kizaru! Borsalino, one of the Navy's top combatants!"

"What?!" Carlos and the other pirates were shocked.

"Admiral Kizaru?"

"Why is a naval admiral here?!"

"We're doomed!"

Panic instantly gripped the deck. Although the Blood Shark Pirates had wreaked havoc in these waters, they knew their own limitations. Facing a Marine Admiral, they had absolutely no chance of winning.

"Don't panic!" Carlos forced himself to calm down. "Mark, are you sure that's Admiral Kizaru?"

“I’ve seen his picture in the newspaper!” Mark said confidently. “There’s no mistake!”

Cold sweat broke out on Carlos's forehead. He looked around, trying to find an escape route.

But Borsalino had already leaped off the mast and landed lightly in the middle of the deck.

“I know all about your crimes,” he said calmly. “Sea Breeze Village, Coral Island, that merchant ship, and many others.”

"What do you want?" Carlos asked warily.

“It’s simple,” Borsalino said. “Surrender, or be defeated. Choose one.”

"Are you kidding me!" Greg suddenly rushed out. "We are the Blood Shark Pirates! We will not surrender to anyone!"

He brandished his enormous fist and charged toward Borsalino.

"Iron Fist Impact!"

Gregor's fist was imbued with immense power, enough to shatter rocks.

But Borsalino simply raised one finger.

"Finger Gun: Light Speed ​​Edition"

"call out--"

A thin beam of light shot from his fingertip and instantly pierced through Greg's fist.

"Aaaaah!" Greg screamed, clutching his bleeding hand and backing away.

"So fast. I can't see it at all." He looked at Borsalino in horror.

"Is this the strength of a Marine Admiral?" Carlos's expression grew even more grim.

"Mark, Jack, attack together!" he shouted. "He's alone; if the four of us attack together, we might still have a chance!"

“Understood!” Mark and Jack replied.

Mark drew his twin swords and attacked from the side. Jack set up his spear on the aft deck, aiming at Borsalino. Carlos began to transform—his body swelled, becoming enormous, and his head took the shape of a hammerhead shark.

“Fishman form!” Carlos roared.

The three launched an attack simultaneously—

Mark's twin swords slashed down from the left and right sides, their blades gleaming coldly.

Jack pulled the trigger, and the bullet whizzed through the air.

Carlos opened his enormous mouth, revealing sharp teeth, and bit down from the front. An ordinary person facing such a three-pronged attack would almost certainly die.

But Borsalino just sighed.

"It's too slow!"

His body suddenly turned into light and disappeared.

All three attacks missed.

"What?!"

Where are they?!

The next second, Borsalino appeared behind Mark.

"The Eight-Foot Jade Curved Jewel."

Countless beams of light shot out from his hand, as dense as a torrential rain.

"Boom boom boom boom—"

The light bullet hit Mark, forcing him to retreat and leaving him with numerous wounds.

"Cough cough." Mark spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground.

Jack tried to keep shooting, but Borsalino was already in front of him.

“Speed ​​is power,” Borsalino said. “Have you ever been kicked by light?”

"Light speed kick."

"boom--"

Jack was kicked away, gun and all, crashing through the mast and falling unconscious in the rubble.

Now only Carlos is left.

The captain felt a deep sense of fear as he watched his three capable officers being defeated in an instant.

“Monster…monster,” he said, trembling.

“It’s not that I’m a monster,” Borsalino said slowly as he approached him. “It’s that what you’ve done has gone too far.”

"I...I know I was wrong!" Carlos suddenly knelt down. "Please spare my life! I swear I'll never do anything bad again!"

"Isn't it too late to talk about this now?" Borsalino stopped in front of him. "Who will compensate for the suffering of those you killed, those families you hurt?"

"I...I..." Carlos couldn't speak.

“Fine,” Borsalino said. “I won’t kill you, but you will pay the price.”

He glanced around at the pirates. They were all terrified by the battle, trembling with fear, completely devoid of their previous arrogance.

“Listen,” Borsalino raised his voice. “I’m going to knock you all out and hand you over to the naval branch in Green Harbor. After that, you’ll be sent to prison to receive your due punishment.”

"No, no!" Carlos tried to resist.

But Borsalino's fingers were already glowing.

"The Kusanagi Sword."

A golden lightsaber materialized, and he swung it, unleashing a powerful sword aura that swept across the entire deck.

All the pirates were knocked down and fell unconscious.

The battle is over.

It took less than three minutes from start to finish.

Borsalino sheathed his lightsaber, took out a Den Den Mushi, and dialed the branch office number.

"Hello, it's me," he said. "The Blood Shark Pirates have been dealt with. Send a ship to pick them up. The location is..."

He gave the coordinates.

"Really?!" came the colonel's excited voice from the Den Den Mushi. "That's wonderful! Thank you so much!"

“It’s nothing,” Borsalino said. “Oh, and there’s a merchant ship here too; escort them back to port.”

"Understood! We'll set off immediately!"

After hanging up the phone, Borsalino walked to the ship's side and looked at the merchant ships not far away.

The people on the merchant ship hid in their cabins, too afraid to come out.

"It's alright," Borsalino shouted. "The pirates have been subdued; you're safe."

After a while, the merchant ship's captain cautiously poked his head out. When he saw the pirates lying haphazardly on the deck, he gaped in astonishment.

"This is"

“The navy will be here soon,” Borsalino said. “You’ll be able to return safely shortly.”

“Thank you, thank you!” the captain bowed gratefully. “Are you in the navy?”

“I suppose so,” Borsalino smiled. “It used to be.”

He transformed into a ray of light and vanished before the merchant ship captain's astonished eyes.

It was already afternoon when Borsalino returned to Porto Grin.

He went directly to the shipyard to check on the progress of the Thousand Sunny's repairs.

"Oh? Mr. Kizaru is back?" Marco greeted him warmly. "The repairs are progressing smoothly and should be finished tomorrow."

"That's good." Borsalino nodded.

“Oh, right,” Marco suddenly said. “The Navy headquarters just sent word that the Blood Shark Pirates have been captured! Apparently, a mysterious powerful figure intervened to help them!”

“Is that so?” Borsalino said calmly. “That’s good.”

"That's wonderful!" Marco exclaimed excitedly. "That pirate crew has been wreaking havoc in these waters, and now they've finally been punished! The entire Green Port is celebrating!"

"Is that so?" Borsalino looked towards the port and, sure enough, heard cheers coming from afar.

"I wonder which hero came to our aid," Marco exclaimed. "I really want to thank them in person."

Borsalino simply smiled and said nothing.

He left the shipyard and strolled leisurely through the streets of Green Harbor. The streets were indeed bustling; people were discussing the news of the Blood Shark Pirates' capture, their faces beaming with joy.

"Have you heard? The Blood Shark Pirates have been captured!"

"Really? That's great! We're finally safe!"

"It's said that a mysterious and powerful figure intervened!"

"Whoever it is, they are our great benefactors!"

Borsalino listened to these discussions with a sense of satisfaction. Although he was no longer a Marine, it still felt good to be able to protect the innocent and punish evil.

“Perhaps this is what justice is,” he murmured to himself. “It’s not about status, but about actions.”

When Borsalino returned to the inn, the Straw Hat Pirates were already gathered together, discussing what to eat for dinner.

"I want to eat barbecue!" Luffy was the first to raise his hand.

“You crave barbecue every day,” Nami said helplessly.

"But barbecue is delicious!" Luffy said matter-of-factly.

“Let’s try something different,” Zoro said. “I’m tired of eating grilled meat all the time.”

"You actually get tired of it?" Usopp looked at Zoro in surprise.

While everyone was discussing, Sanji suddenly rushed into the room with an excited expression on his face.

"Everyone! Everyone!" he shouted excitedly. "I just saw a poster on the street!"

"A poster?" Robin asked curiously. "What poster?"

"A poster for the Grinding Contest!" Sanji's eyes lit up. "Tomorrow, our last day in Grin Port, the annual Grin Port Grinding Contest will be held here!"

"A food festival?" Luffy's eyes lit up. "Are there lots of delicious things to eat?"

“Of course!” Sanji pulled out the poster and showed it to everyone. “Look, it says that the top chefs from Green Port and the surrounding area will be participating, showcasing all sorts of delicious food! There will also be various competitions and events!”

(End of this chapter)