One Piece: With Sign-in System-Chapter 189 - : Fists and Kicks Are Enough

Marineford, Marine Headquarters.

"What?! What did you just say?!"

Sengoku's expression darkened as he shot up from his desk. His normally composed demeanor shattered in an instant upon hearing the report from Sabaody Archipelago.

The gravity of the news was unmistakable.

Across from him, Kizaru—leaning lazily in his seat—tilted his head. "That's quite the look, eh? It's rare to see the Fleet Admiral so rattled. What happened?"

Sengoku hung up the Den Den Mushi, his fingers tightening into a fist. Cold sweat dripped down his face as his expression twisted into a grim scowl.

"Traveler Ron has appeared in Sabaody."

Kizaru raised an eyebrow. "Oh? That kid, huh… What did he do this time? Don't tell me—he actually attacked the Celestial Dragons?"

Sengoku's face darkened further.

Kizaru whistled. "Ooh~ Looks like he really did."

"…Not just attacked." Sengoku's teeth clenched. "He killed one."

The air in the room seemed to freeze.

Even Kizaru, with his usual carefree demeanor, narrowed his eyes slightly. He stood up, running a hand through his short, curly hair.

"This is a big deal," he murmured. "That kid… He's really terrifying."

Sengoku exhaled sharply, regaining his composure. "I need you to go. Right now. Two years ago, he nearly killed Kaido—that monster. And now, two years later… I can't say for sure that you'll be able to stop him."

"Oh dear, that's not very reassuring," Kizaru muttered, though his tone remained light. "If I just need to stall him, I suppose I can manage. But what about backup?"

"Akainu and Kuzan are both out on assignments," Sengoku replied grimly. "Go and keep Ron occupied. I'll send Akainu as soon as possible." His expression hardened. "That man cannot be allowed to roam free. He must be eliminated."

Kizaru let out a slow sigh. "I see, I see… Well then, I suppose I'd better be on my way."

His body shimmered—light particles scattering as he disappeared in an instant.

Sengoku immediately reached for another Den Den Mushi, contacting Akainu.

"Drop whatever you're doing. Head for Sabaody immediately."

…

Sabaody Archipelago.

Gion's blade sliced through the air, sending a flying slash hurtling toward Ron.

But with a slight tilt of his body, he sidestepped it effortlessly.

In the same breath, he clenched his fist and threw a punch through the air. A shockwave erupted, slamming into Gion and forcing her back over ten meters.

Without wasting a second, Ron vanished.

A blur of motion—

He reappeared in front of Saint Rosward, who had been trying to flee, his silver revolver pressing coldly against the Celestial Dragon's bubble-helmeted forehead.

Rosward's face twisted in sheer horror.

"No—please, don't—"

BANG!

The final shot of the silver revolver tore through his skull.

The lifeless body swayed for a moment before toppling forward, a torrent of blood pooling from the gaping wound.

The second Celestial Dragon to die that day.

A heavy silence engulfed the island.

"D-Dead… Another one is dead…"

A man clutched his head, despair written all over his face. "This is the end! We're doomed! The Admirals will descend upon this island with the full force of the Marines! No one here will survive!"

"Idiot! We weren't the ones who did it! They'll only be after him—Traveler Ron!"

Beads of sweat rolled down the foreheads of countless onlookers.

"Is he… really going to fight an Admiral here?"

Someone swallowed hard. The images of the legendary battle on Drum Island resurfaced in their minds.

"…Should we run?"

"Yeah. We should get out of here—fast."

Some pirates hesitated, unwilling to stay in the face of an Admiral's arrival.

But others, stronger and more confident in their abilities, chose to linger.

They wanted to see where this was going.

Meanwhile, Ron slowly released his grip on his revolver. The silver firearm slipped into the rippling void, disappearing entirely.

And then—

Something else emerged from the void.

A katana, sheathed in a crimson-red scabbard.

The moment it appeared, a suffocating aura of bloodlust filled the air.

Even seasoned pirates—those with bounties close to a hundred million—felt a chill crawl down their spines.

Gion's eyes widened slightly as she recognized the blade.

"That sword… Could it be—"

From a distance, Hina's voice rang out, sharp with urgency. "Ron! That's enough! What more do you intend to do?!"

Ron's grip tightened around the crimson hilt.

"Kill."

His voice was calm—devoid of hesitation, devoid of emotion.

Hina's breath caught in her throat.

Ron drew his blade.

And with the simplest of motions—

He swung.

A thin, crescent-shaped slash of blood-red energy shot across the air, streaking toward the slave auction house miles away.

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The radiant yet sordid building—steeped in filth and cruelty—was sliced cleanly from its very foundation, splitting apart into two perfect halves.

Inside, a Saint who had been gleefully placing bids on human lives, barely had time to register what was happening. Before he or the other aristocrats and wealthy merchants around him could even scream, their bodies were severed at the waist. Blood gushed like a torrential flood, soaking the auction house in a crimson tide.

Ron sheathed his blade.

All those present could only stare at him, their voices caught in their throats.

Swish!

A peach-colored sword strike cut through the air, slashing diagonally toward Ron.

But before it could reach him, Ron's figure flickered—vanishing in an instant—and reappeared on a grassy patch to Gion's side. He looked at her calmly.

"Gion, do you still want to fight me?"

Gripping her standard-issue Marine longsword, Gion locked eyes with him and said, "I don't have a choice, do I? No matter what, I'm still a candidate for the rank of admiral. I have to stand on the Marines' side."

"The Marines' side… I see." Ron nodded slowly. "So, the stance of the Marines is to turn a blind eye to the Celestial Dragons' atrocities? To protect the ones who exploit and slaughter, rather than the innocent who suffer at their hands?"

His voice carried no rage—only an eerie calm.

"If that's what the Marines stand for… can they truly claim to uphold justice?"

Gion had no answer.

Hina, too, lowered her head, clenching her fists so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

The civilians who had overheard Ron's words shifted their gazes toward the Marines. Suspicion and disgust flickered in their eyes.

Some of the Marine soldiers standing in formation clenched their jaws, their heads drooping in shame.

"Whether the Marines uphold justice or not isn't something a criminal gets to question."

A lazy voice echoed from above.

Swish!

A golden laser beam shot down from the sky, streaking toward Ron.

As if expecting the attack, Ron didn't even look. He simply unsheathed his sword and swung.

The blood-red arc of energy collided with the laser, cleaving it apart in an instant.

Boom!

A figure appeared in midair—Admiral Kizaru.

He stood there, his hands gripping a shimmering sword of condensed light—Ame no Murakumo—blocking the remnants of Ron's slash.

"That's Admiral Kizaru!"

"He got here so fast!"

"There's no way we can escape now…"

The pirates below broke into cold sweats as they recognized him.

Kizaru adjusted his tea-colored sunglasses, staring down at Ron.

"...You've gotten even stronger. What a terrifying guy…"