One Piece: My Crew is from Other World

Wilbury, who had been roaring with fury just moments ago, suddenly froze when he heard the voice.

"You..."

"When did you—?"

The crimson madness in Wilbury's eyes vanished. In its place was disbelief. His pupils shrank, and his body trembled.

"Your strength and speed surpass mine," Shimotsuki Koshiro said calmly, standing tall with his sword sheathed. "In terms of raw power, you're much stronger. But this power… it doesn't belong to you. You'll never defeat me."

He gave a final glance at Wilbury. "Goodbye."

Crack.

The sound of Koshiro's blade sliding back into its sheath echoed in the silence.

At that moment, countless wounds suddenly opened across Wilbury's body. A thin red line appeared across his neck, and then—thud—his lifeless body hit the ground. Blood pooled rapidly beneath him, soaking the soil.

Wilbury didn't even have time to react. The technique had been too fast, too precise.

This was the deadly art of the Silent Kill—a sword technique that left no trace until it was far too late. It was a style designed purely for one purpose: to kill.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Suddenly, artillery shells roared through the sky, crashing toward the village.

Shimotsuki Koshiro stepped forward, standing protectively in front of his disciples.

"…It's time," he said, his voice calm yet resolute. "Let us test what we've learned."

He drew his sword with purpose.

A wave of sword energy burst from Koshiro's blade, sharp and powerful. His disciples, standing behind him, mirrored his motion with astonishing unity. Even the arc of their blades followed his exactly.

Their combined sword auras began to converge, synchronizing into a single force.

Once again, Koshiro slashed.

The disciples followed, their slashes flowing like geese in formation—one after the other, perfectly timed.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The incoming shells were cut down mid-air, exploding harmlessly before they could land. The resulting shockwaves left the attacking pirates breathless.

These weren't ordinary pirates. Many had survived the New World. But survival didn't mean experience. They avoided major confrontations, preying on civilians and merchants instead. That's how they'd lived this long.

Now, they realized—they were completely outmatched.

"Captain Hillnado! If we keep going one by one, we'll be picked off just like Wilbury!"

"We need to charge together! All at once!"

Another pirate captain barked out his proposal to Hilnado. Solo attacks clearly wouldn't work. They had to overwhelm Koshiro, or they'd all die here.

"You want to go head-on?" Hilnado growled. "Then surrender everything you've got!"

He popped a black pill into his mouth.

Crack.

His aura exploded.

A massive mace materialized in his hand. With a roar, he surged forward toward Shimotsuki Koshiro, eyes wild.

The other pirates followed suit, downing the same pills. Dozens of them charged in unison, aiming directly for Koshiro.

The disciples were instantly overwhelmed. Though they weren't weak, they hadn't expected to face so many enemies at once. Panic set in. The calm rhythm of their training shattered under pressure.

BOOM!

A violent shockwave tore through the battlefield, scattering pirates and disciples alike.

A figure descended from the sky, landing between both forces like a divine judgment.

"Dragon Hunter Pirates, Third Division Captain—Yahiko."

He raised a single hand.

"Shinra Tensei."

A gravitational force pulsed outward. The weaker pirates were flung away like ragdolls. Over thirty remained standing—but they were clearly shaken, barely holding formation.

"The Dragon Hunter Pirates…?" one pirate muttered in disbelief. "Weren't they supposed to be in the New World?"

"What the hell are they doing here?!"

"They're interfering…?"

Panic spread like wildfire. Everyone who had ever sailed the Grand Line had heard the name of the Dragon Hunters.

"This village—Shimotsuki Village—is under our protection," Yahiko declared, his voice like thunder. "If you insist on staying, then prepare to feel the weight of this world."

The aura pouring from Yahiko was oppressive. His glowing, eerie eyes scanned the pirates, judging them. Power radiated from him—not just strength, but authority.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Pirates collapsed one by one, unconscious or incapacitated. Even Koshiro's disciples staggered, affected by the sheer pressure of Yahiko's presence.

"Conqueror's Haki…!" Koshiro whispered in awe.

A king's aura. The rarest of the rare.

And yet, it manifested from the captain of a pirate division.

Weren't those with kingly Haki supposed to stand above others?

Could it be… that the Dragon Hunter Pirates didn't serve a king?

But were kings?

"You damn Dragon Hunters!" Hilnado snarled. "You think I'll back down? You think you can show me the pain of this world?! You can't even begin to—!"

Yahiko didn't let him finish.

A gravitational pull yanked Hilnado forward.

Yahiko's hand clamped around his throat.

Crack.

Just like that, Hilnado went limp, his neck shattered.

"You're next," Yahiko said coldly, tossing the body aside like trash. "I can feel the sin radiating off of you. It makes my skin crawl."

"Next time," he warned the remaining pirates, "don't think about attacking Dragon Hunter territory."

With a blur of hand signs, Yahiko summoned several shadow clones—dozens of them.

Each clone launched itself at one of the enemy captains.

Within minutes, it was over.

The battlefield was littered with bodies. The captains—every last one—lay dead.

Koshiro's hand, still clutching his sword, trembled slightly.

Even if he had faced the pirates alone, he believed he could've won. But not like this. Not so swiftly. Not with such total domination.

These pirates had consumed enhancement pills. Their strength had increased drastically.

And yet Yahiko made them look like bugs.

Even more shocking was the mysterious ability he had used—shadow clones. A technique Koshiro had never seen before. Not from any swordsman. Not from any marine. Not even from Wano's samurai.

Just what kind of power did the Dragon Hunter Pirates possess?

Then again… it made sense.

Only pirates with such overwhelming strength would dare to declare war against the World Government.

A slow breath escaped Koshiro's lips as he sheathed his sword.

For now, Shimotsuki Village was safe.

But his thoughts drifted.

Kuina…

She was on the Dragon Hunter ship too.

If this was the power of a mere division captain…

How far had Kuina grown under their wing?

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