One Piece: Strongest Justice

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——Three Months Later——

East Blue, Loguetown Marine Base – Captain's Office.

"Bang!"

A loud crash from the door slamming open startled Captain Randall, who had been busily writing at his desk. 

When he looked up and saw Atlas standing there, his face instantly darkened with frustration.

"You little punk! That's the third door you've busted this month!"

"Relax, relax. Just send the bill to logistics," Atlas replied casually, grinning as always.

Randall sighed. He never knew what to do with this guy. He reluctantly pulled out a few wanted posters from his desk and tossed them at Atlas.

"Fine, fine. But next time, try opening the door like a normal person—and knock first!" 

"Anyway, these are your next targets: the Houghton Pirates, with a total bounty of 30 million Berries, and the Bloodhand Pirates, whose bounty is 35 million. Try to leave a few alive."

Since returning, Atlas had been hunting pirates nonstop. With his current strength, the pirates in East Blue posed no real challenge. 

"Still, he took every mission Randall gave him—he was saving up for a quality sword, and bounties made for easy cash.

"A few months from now, the next round of recruit training will begin. You and Smoker will head to Marine Headquarters together."

"Use this time to train hard—don't embarrass our Loguetown base," Randall said earnestly, watching Atlas casually flip through the wanted posters.

"Yeah, yeah, I got it. But seriously, can you give me a challenge for once? Besides the captains, the rest of these pirates are just a bunch of nobodies," Atlas said, sounding a bit annoyed.

"Be thankful! I've already given you the toughest ones we've. What can I say? East Blue pirates just aren't that impressive anymore," Randall said with a shrug. 

Atlas had grown far too strong for local threats to be useful practice anymore.

"Alright then, I'll go clean them up now," Atlas replied, as direct and efficient as ever.

"Get lost already, you brat!"

Fresh off his mission, Atlas stood at the harbor with a blood-soaked sack in hand. Faint traces of faces could be seen through the fabric…

"Yo! Atlas, back from another mission? How'd it go? You didn't get hurt, did you?"

"What kind of question is that? Commander Atlas is the strongest guy in the whole base! Some weak pirates don't stand a chance!"

People along the street greeted him one after another. Atlas smiled and nodded in return. He couldn't help it—being this popular was exhausting sometimes. 

After reporting in and collecting his bounty from Randall, Atlas looked at the thick stack of Berries in his hand and grinned from ear to ear.

Loguetown Shopping District

A tall young Marine officer stepped into a weapons shop. The owner, a middle-aged man in his 40s or 50s, immediately came forward with a welcoming smile when he saw who it was.

"Welcome! How can I help you today?"

Atlas scanned the room before resting his gaze on the shopkeeper. After a moment, he said, "I'm looking to buy a good sword—preferably one of the Grade Swords, a Ryo Wazamono."

The shopkeeper gave an awkward chuckle. "Sir, you must be joking. We're just a small shop. There's no way we'd have something of that caliber."

Atlas was visibly disappointed. Ordinary swords couldn't withstand his combat style. He clearly remembered that in the anime, Zoro got two named swords right here in Loguetown. But he couldn't recall the name of the shop—only that the owner claimed it had been around for 200 years. So, all he could do was check each store one by one, hoping to get lucky.

A few hours later…

Atlas stood before yet another weapons store. It had no name—only a sign with two crossed swords. This was already the tenth old shop he'd checked, and his hopes were dwindling. Grade swords are just too rare… Only someone like Zoro, blessed with protagonist luck, could keep stumbling into them.

He walked straight in.

The shopkeeper greeted him—a balding man with a long face, sideburns, and a red, bulbous nose. He looked... young? Atlas couldn't quite tell.

"Welcome, feel free to browse! We've been in business for 200 years!"

Atlas froze. Bingo. However, this person told everyone the same story.

"Do you have any Grade Swords? Money's not a problem," Atlas said, using the same line he'd already repeated at every store.

"Huh?! You're Commander Kanos Atlas, aren't you?" the owner exclaimed, clearly recognizing him—and possibly a fan.

"Uh, yeah… that's me," Atlas replied, a bit awkwardly but relieved. He'd been worried the guy might refuse to sell him anything rare.

"So… does your store have any Grade Swords?" Atlas repeated just to be sure the guy heard him.

"Yes! Yes, of course!" the shopkeeper nodded frantically, worried Atlas might vanish if he hesitated. 

He rushed upstairs and returned a moment later, out of breath and carrying a long case.

"This is our shop's treasure: Yubashiri, a 50 Skillful Grade sword. The blade is black-lacquered, with a chaotic edge pattern. It's the finest sword we have."

"How much?" Atlas asked.

"It's free. I've always admired you, Commander Kanos! When a man entrusts his dream to another, money means nothing!" the shopkeeper said with the devotion of a true fan.

"Nope. I'm a Marine. I have to pay. That's my principle," Atlas said firmly, making it clear he wouldn't accept the sword for free.

"Then… could you give me your autograph as payment?" the owner offered as a compromise.

Suddenly, Atlas seemed to think of something. He walked to the corner of the shop, where several barrels were stuffed with cheap swords.

"Huh? Commander Kanos, those are all 50,000-Berry junk swords," the owner said nervously, thinking he might've said something wrong earlier.

Atlas waved a hand to calm him down. Then, with a flash of red in his eyes—Observation Haki: Activated!—he sensed a sinister aura in the corner. Reaching out, he pulled a long sword from the barrel. It had a crimson scabbard.

The shopkeeper's expression instantly turned grim.

Atlas inspected the blade. On the surface, it looked ordinary, but his Haki told him it radiated an eerie, almost malevolent aura…

"No! Commander Kanos, you can't take that sword!" the shopkeeper suddenly shouted, alarmed by the satisfied look on Atlas' face.

"That sword is called the Sandai Kitetsu. Its predecessor, Nidai Kitetsu, is a Great Grade Sword. The first generation, Shodai Kitetsu, is one of the twelve Supreme Grade Swords. But…"

"But it's a cursed sword, right?" Atlas finished for him, his voice calm.

"You know?" the owner asked, stunned.

"I can feel it," Atlas replied, looking at the blade in his hand.

"From the very first generation, every Kitetsu blade has been an exceptional sword—but also a cursed one. Many swordsmen who wielded them died tragic deaths. Nowadays, no swordsman dares use a Kitetsu. Even if you use it unknowingly, you'll still vanish from this world."

"If I sold you that sword, it would be like sending you to your death," the shopkeeper said anxiously, sweat dripping from his brow.

But Atlas only smiled confidently. "Every sword has its own personality. Weak swordsmen, unable to control certain blades, fear them—and call them cursed. But to the strong, they're just tools waiting for the right hand."

It was something Koshiro once told him—passed down from Koshiro's own father.

"Hahaha! I'm going to become the strongest man in the world. I'll test my will with this so-called cursed blade."

Atlas laughed boldly, an overwhelming aura radiating from his body. The shopkeeper was left in awe. So this... is the spirit of a true powerhouse!

Atlas eventually walked out of the store, fully satisfied. At his waist hung the Sandai Kitetsu, its red scabbard gleaming in the sunlight. 

Despite the shopkeeper's many pleas, Atlas left Yubashiri behind and secretly paid for it anyway. Before leaving, he said with meaning:

"Yubashiri will wait for its true owner."

After all, Atlas wasn't a dual-sword user. One named blade was enough—and the Sandai Kitetsu's ruthless aura suited his style perfectly.

The sea is ever-changing. It swallows both beauty and brutality in silence—but it's cruel all the same.

Under the dazzling sun, the ocean sparkled like gold. The waves bounced like mischievous children.

A Marine warship sailed steadily through the water. Atlas sat cross-legged on the deck, carefully polishing the Sandai Kitetsu with a cotton cloth. 

Maintaining a sword was important, especially a named blade. The Kitetsu was his first real sword, and he cherished it.

But even a weapon must taste blood—especially a cursed one. And today, Atlas was going to let Sandai Kitetsu drink deeply.

"Report, Commander Atlas!"

"We've arrived near the territory where the Garfield Pirates operate. We'll be encountering them shortly!" one of Atlas's subordinates reported.

"Also, the appointment from headquarters has arrived at Loguetown. Atlas has been officially promoted to base Commander."

"Good. Keep moving forward," Atlas replied calmly, continuing to polish his beloved sword.

The warship sailed on for another ten or so minutes before gradually slowing down.

"Commander, sir! We've spotted the Garfield Pirates ahead!" the lookout called down from the crow's nest with a serious expression. 

But truthfully, he wasn't too worried — after all, the strongest member of the Garfield Pirates, Garfield himself, only had a bounty of 30 million berries.

And their Commander, Kanos Atlas, had already taken down several pirates of that level with ease.

"Oh? Bring us in closer! All hands, prepare for boarding!" Atlas quickly sheathed his blade and stood up, barking out orders the moment he heard about the pirates' sighting.

Far ahead, aboard the Garfield Pirates' ship, a burly, scar-faced middle-aged man was animatedly boasting about his so-called "glorious" exploits. 

This was Anthony, the first mate of the Garfield Pirates.

"Last time we raided that little town, I killed over a dozen people! The way the villagers looked at me—ha! Scared stiff!" he bragged, saliva flying as he spoke.

Beside him, Garfield stood with a grin on his face, a cruel glint flashing in his eyes from time to time as he listened.

"Ma-Ma-Marines are coming!!" shouted Grant, the second mate, who had been casually enjoying the sea view from the bow of the ship. 

He had just spotted the incoming Marine warship and screamed in panic.

"It's too late!!!" Atlas glanced at the shrinking distance between the two ships. 

With explosive power in his legs, he stomped so hard he cracked the deck beneath him, launching himself like a cannonball straight at the Garfield Pirates' ship.

"What the hell is that?!" The entire crew of the Garfield Pirates froze in absolute terror at the sight.

Atlas landed solidly at the bow of the enemy ship and immediately drew his Sandai Kitetsu.

Swish!

A flash of steel — before Grant could even react, he felt a sudden lightness in his neck. His eyes widened in horror as blood spurted violently from his throat.

A cursed blade — it drinks blood.

Atlas flicked the blade clean. The scalding blood slid off and splattered on the deck, drawing a cold sweat from the rest of the pirates.

"Charge!!!"

At that moment, the Marine warship drew alongside the pirates' vessel. Squad after squad of battle-ready Marines surged over the railings and onto the Garfield Pirates' ship.

This had all been part of Atlas's pre-planned strategy. Although he was fully capable of wiping out all the pirates alone, he wasn't their babysitter. His men had to be baptized by real combat to grow stronger.

And war... never comes without death.

With that thought, Atlas's eyes sharpened. He turned toward Garfield and Anthony, raising his Sandai Kitetsu in front of him — one hand gripping it normally, the other in reverse.

Ittō-Ryū: Blade Return!

A streak of light like lightning flashed through the air.

Before Garfield and Anthony even had time to react, Atlas's blade had already sliced through the arteries in their necks.

"Ahh!! He killed the captain!!"

"That bastard!!"

"What do we do now?! We're doomed!"

The pirate underlings were instantly demoralized. Their morale plummeted. In contrast, the Marines were fired up — their spirits soared, and they swung their weapons with renewed vigor, growing stronger with every clash.

In no time, the rest of the Garfield Pirates were completely eliminated.

And on the Marines' side… not a single death.

Only a few sustained minor injuries.

While Atlas had no intention of shielding his men like a nanny, he also wouldn't just stand by and watch them die.

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