The bustling Hakumai District, once a place of peace, had been transformed into a living hell by Kid's massacre.
"Hah... hah..."
In the depths of the wide trench, Kiku lay covered in blood, her clothes torn, struggling to rise despite the numerous broken bones in her body.
She coughed up blood repeatedly, her body barely holding together.
Thick, sticky blood trickled down her forehead, obscuring her vision and painting her world a deep crimson.
Kiku looked at Shinobu lying motionless in the large pit, her heart filled with unbearable grief.
Struggling to support her own body, she made her way to Shinobu's side and turned over her dirt-covered form.
"Shinobu!"
The sight before him was horrifying—a gruesome, blood-soaked wound.
This female ninja, who had sought to ally with Kid to resist the Beast God Pirates even in her final moments, was now unrecognizable.
Her entire face had caved in, obliterating any trace of her former appearance.
Her once-prominent chest had collapsed into her ribcage, and her abdomen was torn open with several gaping wounds, revealing a grotesque mixture of dirt, rocks, and her own intestines.
She was already lifeless, having been obliterated by Kid's Electromagnetic Cannon.
Kiku gasped for breath as she straightened up, scanning her surroundings but failing to locate her longsword.
"Magnetic Attraction!"
A cold, merciless voice rang out.
Instantly, Kiku's body was lifted uncontrollably into the air, her struggles proving futile.
Kid reached out with his massive hand, gripping Kiku's slender, fair neck as he scrutinized her delicate frame. A deep frown creased his brow.
"I'm curious—are you a man or a woman? You claim to be a man, yet you harbor feelings for Kin'emon. Hmph. If that's truly the case, then we never should have come to aid disgusting trash like you. Your lord is a lecherous, irresponsible brat, and his retainers are a bunch of perverts, cross-dressers, and beasts. Disgusting!"
Kid's severed left arm was once again encased in a heavy Steel Prosthetic Limb.
With a casual swing, a sharp gust of wind tore away the few remaining strips of fabric clinging to Kiku's body, exposing her snow-white skin beneath.
"You...?"
Kid's eyes widened in disbelief, questioning whether he was hallucinating.
Kiku struggled desperately, her eyes burning with humiliation.
"Absolutely revolting. Just die already!"
With a flick of his hand, Kid hurled Kiku's body into a trench.
With another gesture, her longsword shot out from the rubble, spinning midair before plunging straight through her chest, pinning her to the pit below!
Having eliminated the two who stood in his way, Kid's bloodlust remained undiminished.
His crimson eyes shifted toward the rows of houses in Boro Town.
Swish.
Just as he prepared to continue his merciless slaughter, a man holding a longsword appeared before him in a blur—it was Law.
"Kid, haven't you killed enough?" Law spoke expressionlessly.
Kid frowned, displeased. "Trafalgar, are you here to stop me? Every last person in Wano Country deserves to burn in hell as an offering to my fallen comrades!"
Law nodded. "Understood. I won't interfere—rest assured. But I have a question: What do you plan to do after slaughtering everyone?"
"What do you mean? Are you asking about our next move?" Kid halted.
The two stood amidst the blood-soaked mud and scattered corpses, conversing.
"Exactly. You've seen the Revolutionaries' reaction. Though their Chief of Staff seems slightly less naive than before, compared to your rampage, their response is still child's play. Indiscriminate slaughter—sparing neither the old nor the weak—won't earn you the Revolutionaries' approval. So if you want to remain with them, you need to stop the killing."
Law surveyed the hellish carnage around them, but what flashed through his mind were the shattered remains of his own crew.
Bepo—who had clung to him constantly, even sleeping while hugging him—had been torn into pieces, his remains resembling nothing more than butchered meat at a market stall.
Just thinking about that scene made Law want to kill someone.
Even more than Kid did!
That was precisely why, outside the Udon Prison Factory, Law had used his abilities to gather those samurai, teleported away the interfering Ivankov, and allowed Kid to obliterate dozens of them in a single strike.
After hearing Law's words, the murderous rage churning in Kid's heart subsided slightly.
His gaze turned icy as he said.
"You're right. The Revolutionary Army—hah! They might seem powerful, but they're just a bunch of indecisive weaklings. Aside from that Dragon, the rest are all trash.
'Saving the suffering and aiding the needy'? It makes me sick. The rebellions and wars breaking out all over the world are inextricably linked to these ambitious schemers, yet they still pretend to be noble and righteous.
If you ask me, these clowns are even more disgusting than the Marines!"
"Then... should we leave? Go find Straw Hat?" Law responded noncommittally.
Truth be told, he was no stranger to darkness.
Having spent over a decade under Doflamingo, what kind of scene hadn't he witnessed?
Deep down, though he didn't want to admit it, Law still felt that someone like Doflamingo—a true warlord—was the right kind of leader to command a faction.
Ruthless in judgment, even willing to kill his own brother without hesitation.
Never emotionally attached to any woman, treating them merely as outlets.
Generous to his core executives, while treating everyone else as insignificant ants, beneath his notice.
Respectful and accommodating to the strong, actively offering benefits to establish trade relations.
And yet, naive fools like Sabo and Koala could actually hold high-ranking decision-making positions in a superpower organization like the Revolutionary Army.
Acting purely on subjective judgment, without a shred of rational thought.
As a Chief of Staff, how could someone be so reckless as to charge into the Holy Land Mariejois with just four Vice Admiral-level commanders to rescue a comrade who'd already lost their consciousness?
Is that something a Chief of Staff should be doing?
From a purely human perspective, Law might even praise Sabo for it.
Never mind the unknown forces the World Government might have hidden in Mariejois at the time.
Just Garp, Fujitora, and Ryokugyu alone—if they had gone all out—would have wiped out Sabo and his team in an instant.
Law genuinely couldn't understand why Dragon would entrust the helm of the Revolutionary Army's massive ship to someone as naive as Sabo.
Didn't he fear Sabo would steer them straight into ruin?
Any rational person would see that, first, they stood no chance in terms of combat strength, and second—even if they rescued Kuma—what then?
Wasn't he just a mindless puppet now?
By now, Kid had fully calmed down. Hearing Law's words, he shook his head slightly.
"No, we can't leave yet. Trafalgar, you heard it too—they're here for the Pluton.
One of the three legendary Ancient Weapons capable of destroying the world.
Since we're already here, why not see what kind of weapon it really is? If it's truly that powerful, maybe we can use it to exact our revenge!"
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