One Piece: From Picking Up Red Hair's Broken Arm

Chapter 18: What can you use to fight me without a sword?

Ten fingers, ten puppets.

The people under control include almost all the bigwigs in the upper echelons.

The entire Asazakura Island, along with its seven most proud gyms and swordsmanship competitions, has unknowingly become a tool for the "carpenter" to make dirty money.

"So it turns out that all this is caused by a despicable villain like you!"

Junyi drew his sword, thinking of the miserable experiences he and his father had endured over the years. He gritted his teeth and almost cried, "Absolutely...absolutely unforgivable!"

He was about to rush towards the "carpenter" when he suddenly heard the sound of breaking wind behind his ears. In just a moment, the bamboo sword in Junyi's hand was cut in half.

Junyi turned around in a daze and saw that it was his own father who cut off his bamboo sword.

At this moment, Sakurabaji's face was distorted and hideous. His right hand was tightly grasping a light pink long sword, maintaining the downward chopping motion, while the other hand was tightly pinching his right wrist to try to block it.

Obviously.

The target of the sword just now was not the bamboo sword in Junyi's hand.

But his head.

"Go... go, go!" Sakuraba Shu squeezed out a painful scream from his throat, "Stay away from me, Junyi!"

"Father!" Junyi's eyes widened. Before he could react, a strong hand grabbed his arm and pulled him back more than ten meters.

"Boss Xia Nuo, let me go. I can't abandon you... I want to save my father!"

"Don't say stupid things."

Xia Nuo threw him into the corner and said coldly:

"You're only harming him by staying with him! You've seen puppet shows, right? There's only one way to stop this show, and that's to kill the person behind it!"

"Do you think you can get to that guy with your strength and a broken bamboo sword?"

Junyi raised his head and stared at the "carpenter" in the distance.

"What are you looking at, kid?"

The carpenter sneered and blew out a mouthful of eye circles, then suddenly waved his left hand and the two fingers at the end of his right hand, pointing to the south.

"Anyway, these old guys won't be of any use anymore. Turn them into puppets!"

——Shuashua!
Invisible waves appeared in the air, which turned out to be silk threads shooting towards the first row of seats on the south side of the auditorium.

The seven gym leaders suddenly made clanging noises all over their bodies, and stood up at the same time, walking forward with stiff steps. Seven shining sharp blades were unsheathed at the same time.

As they walked, their elbows and knees made dull, clattering sounds, like wooden balls colliding with each other.

On the exposed surface of the body, increasingly dense wood grain continued to emerge, and the eyeballs rolled upwards and were covered with dark yellow silk threads, looking extremely strange.

In a blink of an eye.

The seven people vaguely formed a semicircle.

While protecting the "Carpenter" behind him, he also blocked all escape routes around the ring.

"And you!"

The "Carpenter" laughed wildly, pointed his right index finger at the Sakura Garden Tree, and another dark yellow puppet string shot out.

"Aren't you very good at resisting? Try to resist me again? At such a close distance, with my power, there's no room for you to struggle!"

"You beast..."

Veins bulged on Sakuraba Shu's forehead as he used all his strength to resist.

But it was all in vain.

He could only look at the surface of his body in despair, as circles of wood grain began to grow.

His left hand lost control and slowly loosened, while his right hand holding the sword slowly turned towards the direction where Xia Nuo Junyi was.

And the originally clear mind became increasingly hazy.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he seemed to have finally made a decision.

"Puppetization is irreversible. I don't want to completely turn into a mindless monster..."

"Perhaps this is my best destination."

Sakurabaju smiled, "Goodbye, Junyi."

"Father..." Junyi's eyes widened, as if he suddenly realized something. He panicked and sat up from the ground. He used his hands and feet to throw himself onto the platform, but was held down by Xia Nuo beside him. He could only wave his arms around and yelled with tears in his eyes, "No... No! Please don't! Father!!!"

laugh!
In just a moment, the sharp blade in Sakuraba Tree's hand suddenly turned, stabbed into the left chest, and quickly stirred it around.

"..." Junyi's movements suddenly froze.

In the reflection of his pupils, the emaciated body, with a smile forced out with the last bit of strength, fell to the ground in front of him with a loud bang.

The world seemed to collapse at this moment.

"Mr. Sakuraba Itsuki!"

"President!"

From the audience, roars of grief and anger were heard, mixed with bursts of sobs.

……

Under the spotlight, the black-haired boy had returned to the ring at some point. He stared at the motionless face, frowning slightly, but ultimately said nothing.

Then he turned and looked at the audience.

"What are you all still watching here for? Aren't you afraid of death? Do you think this is still a competition?!" Xia Nuo took a deep breath and roared with all his might, "Run!!!"

The audience was shocked.

Looking at the sinister-looking "carpenter" and those strange puppets that looked like something out of a horror movie, I finally realized what this scene meant.

"Come on!"

"My legs are weak... Help me, give me a hand!"

“Ahhh! I’m going to die here!!!”

Suddenly, panicked screams rang out, and people ran out of the front and back gates in panic.

The host also crawled away from the staff lounge corridor. Before leaving, he did not forget to pick up the two trembling relay telephone bugs on the wall and held them in his arms.

There were also some unwilling swordsmen who wanted to turn back to help in the battle, but they were stopped indifferently by Major Tomte and the sheriff, and were mercilessly sprayed with flintlock rifles to make them into sieves.

In the flying blood mist.

The carpenter shook off the ash from his cigarette with a satisfied look on his face.

"I said."

He looked at Xia Nuo on the stage and said in amazement:
"Kid, I didn't expect you to care about the people. You can't protect yourself, but you still think about asking them to leave first. I'm a little moved and want to recruit you."

"You seem to have misunderstood something."

Shanuo slowly raised his head. The Carpenter was slightly startled. What he saw was a pair of excited, scarlet eyes, like a beast:

"——I told them to get lost because I didn't want them to block my way. That would really hinder my ability to move!"

"Stop bragging, little brat!"

The carpenter felt a pang of fear for some reason as he was stared at by those eyes. He forced a cold smile and said, "You also said this isn't a competition. Even if you're good with the sword, what can you do with that broken bamboo sword?"

Swish!
The two gym masters suddenly stepped forward and attacked. With the flash of their swords, the bamboo sword in Xia Nuo's hand was easily chopped into several pieces.

Immediately, two swords, one in front and one behind, firmly grasped his neck and chest respectively.

"If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for trusting this kendo tournament too much. As a swordsman, you don't even bring your real sword with you."

The carpenter finally relaxed completely and laughed heartily. "Now tell me, little brat! What's the difference between a swordsman without a sword and a lion with its claws cut off?"

"Talking to yourself, what the hell..."

Xia Nuo looked at the bamboo sword with only the handle left, and suddenly let go of it, letting it fall.

He raised his head and grinned, "Who... told you that I'm a swordsman?!"

Boom! !

The moment the words fell, two large hands suddenly stretched out, one on the left and one on the right, pressing on the heads of the two museum owners beside him, and suddenly exerted force.

Click!

The tops of their heads instantly made a crisp sound like walnuts cracking, and their entire heads were quickly deformed under the huge force, and their facial features gradually became dislocated and distorted.

The skin was cracked inch by inch, but no blood flowed out from the cracks.

Instead, dark yellow puppet strings swarmed out like dense wire worms, trying to wrap around Shanuo's wrist.

But the moment it touched the skin, it was shattered into pieces by the suddenly bulging arm muscles.

"That's it?"

The power injected by Xia Nuo's fingers became stronger and stronger, more and more terrifying, and more and more violent!
Kalala! The two gym masters' strong forehead bones could no longer withstand this force, and ten circular fingerprints were broken.

The next moment, Xia Nuo threw it out with all his strength, just like grabbing a bowling ball!

boom!
The two puppets smashed into the auditorium like cannonballs, knocking down countless rows of seats. When the smoke and dust cleared, the two bodies had been folded and twisted at sharp angles, unable to move.

The wood grain all over the body glowed waxy pale under the spotlight.

"..."

The "Carpenter" stared at the scene blankly, and the cigar at the corner of his mouth fell to the ground with a snap.

Swish—the sound of clothes being torn suddenly sounded behind me.

He shuddered and turned around, just in time to see Xia Nuo crumpling up the kendo uniform he had bought at a high price and throwing it off the ring like garbage.

Without the restraint of clothes, the knotted muscles in his body broke free and began to wriggle and expand outwards as if breathing. The heavy heartbeat could be heard clearly.

The already majestic figure on the stage seemed to have expanded again, now looking down at him like a small mountain.

"you you……"

The carpenter swallowed subconsciously, stepped back with trembling legs, and almost fell down after a stumble.

"Warm-up is over."

The black-haired boy in front of him licked the corners of his dry lips and spoke with a smile. His cheeks were trembling and spasming when he spoke. It was not the reaction of tired muscles, but the excited tremor of a beast before pouncing on its prey.

"—Now, it's your turn."

(End of this chapter)