One Piece: Mountain of Steel

So, in order to be prepared for what's ahead, I have to have a plan. 

A life plan, if you will. 

First, I have to get credit.

There is no doubt the Marines won't just let anyone in, because that would allow for too many spies from opposing forces. 

In order to do this, I plan to catch the people listed on the bounty posters. With their high bounties, there was no doubt that I would be drafted after turning them in. 

Hopefully, I can also make some money from it along the way. 

Second, I will join the Marines and get some new weapons. 

In this world, I had never gotten the iron flail and axe I wielded in my last life. 

The ones on my back?

They were made of stone, and that meant that they wouldn't have the same weight as my old weapons did. 

My fighting style relied a lot on heavy weight. With lighter material, I would have less control over my strikes as well as less power in my attacks. 

Not only that, but the clinking of stone chains was much quieter than the clinking of iron chains. If I had chains of iron, my battle prowess would increase by at least 50%. 

With my new and well-thought-out plans in place, it was time to begin step 1. 

Get credit, and also maybe some money along the way. 

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"Excuse me, ma'am?" 

"Yes, sonny?" 

"Do you know where I can find some pirates?" 

"Sonny, don't get involved with pirates. That's the only advice I can give you. Now begone!" 

The old lady, now cranky, whacks me on the knee with her walking cane and stomps away. 

I sigh. 

Every time I had asked someone if they had seen any pirates, they either didn't know or acted like the lady I just talked to. 

With the words on my cloak, though, I guess it's reasonable. 

Death is Repetance isn't exactly very friendly. 

Maybe I should just join the branch under Captain Nezumi?

But could I restrain myself after seeing him? From the information given by the sailor, he wasn't exactly an angel. 

As I pondered, my vibrations suddenly sensed something strange.

A crowd of panicked people came thundering down the road, clearly afraid. One unlucky fellow was trampled right in front of me. 

I grabbed him by the arm and pulled him up. 

"What is happening? Why is everyone so panicked?" I question. 

"It's pirates! Pirates!" 

Pirates?

"Shit!" 

I drop the flustered man onto the shaky road and dash off at full speed towards the commotion's origin. 

When I get there, a bone-chilling sight greets me. 

Flames decorate the houses, burning and flickering as wood crumbles beneath them. 

Cannonfire booms, mixing with the screams of civilians and the laughs of deranged pirates. 

And in the middle of this demonic scene? 

A young man, around twenty years old, wearing a sophisticated black suit complete with a pair of glasses. 

He would have looked suave, if not for the blood-stained iron claws on his hands and the beheaded corpse kneeling in front of him, hands still clasped in a last bid for his life. 

I knew that dead man. I had asked him for directions, and he had given them with a smile on his face. 

He was a kind soul. 

How could the pirate take a life so easily? How could he deprive someone of a brother, a father, a son, without even a hint of regret on his face?

Why do evil people live while good people die?

"I've made up my mind." 

I mutter quietly. 

Charging forward, I inhale deeply through my mouth. My lungs expand to a gargantuan size. 

"Stone Breathing, First Form"

"Evil doesn't deserve to exist."

"Not in my world."

"Serpentinite Bipolar!"

The spinning weapons smash into the unsuspecting pirate, decimating his entire torso into red mist. 

His two arms fall to the ground along with his head, no longer connected. 

The expression on his youthful face is still smug and arrogant, not having even realized that he was dead. 

A pirate glances over, eyes widening in surprise. 

"Captain Kuro!" 

Hearing the shout, the other pirates look over. 

One, fat and with sharp claws on his hands, clutches his heart in disbelief. 

"How could this happen? The captain is dead! Retreat, retreat!" 

Oh no, you don't. Not with the lives you've ruined. 

I walk forward menacingly, retracting my bloodied weapons. I inhale deeply yet again, beginning to swing the stone chain. 

"Stone Breathing, Third Form"

Usually used to protect myself and my allies, this move could also be used for wide-area clearance. 

"Stone Skin"

My axe and flail fly out at rapid speeds, smashing body after body in a flurry of seemingly random attacks. Every single swing is lethal, and only blood and bone fragments are left of the pirates after the collision. 

Screams echo out through the air as the plunderers race back to their boat in a panic, sometimes even trampling over the bodies of their comrades just to run faster. 

I clench my teeth and swing even faster. 

My arms, packed with dense muscle, twist and turn to allow for my weapons to swing even faster. Pirate after pirate falls, their terrified comrades tripping over their dead bodies like fools. 

One makes it onto the ship. 

"Set sail! Set sail! Please!" 

His terrified demeanor disgusts me. 

"Stone Breathing, Second Form"

My flail swings down from up above. 

"Upper Smash"

The pirate is vaporized into bloody mist. 

The wooden deck shatters, and my attack slices through the entire vessel. 

As the pirate ship sinks, I retract my flail and lock it on my back. 

The once peaceful dock, filled with hopes and memories, is covered with putrid blood. 

Fire still burns behind me, and corpses of both civilians and pirates litter the ground. 

A gouged eyeball rolls right in front of me. 

It is a scene eerily reminiscent of my past life. 

I drop to my knees, tears beginning to flow out of my eyes relentlessly. 

That is how I am found. 

Hands clasped in prayer, with a scene straight from hell still burning in front of me.