Yasa's kick sent two men flying. Though he'd restrained his power, the force proved fatal for these worthless scum.
The sight galvanized the lackeys. They charged en masse, but their petty boss—having glimpsed Yasa's extraordinary nature—had already begun retreating toward the harbor.
Yasa's gaze caught the fleeing boss. He held nothing back now, reaching down to grasp the earth.
"Electromagnetic - Iron Sand Sword!!"
Iron sand erupted from the soil, converging in his palm to form a flowing, razor-sharp blade. Each grain danced across the edge like a saw cutting through all resistance.
Thin arcs of electricity crackled around the weapon, its extraordinary sharpness plain to any observer.
"Devil Fruit ability user?"
"Run...!"
These men, hardened by years under Capone Bege's Mafia, knew better than to challenge such power. The urge to flee seized them all.
But Yasa would grant no mercy. This island blessed by God with hope and sunlight stood sacred in his eyes—untouchable by filth.
Zzzt! Zzzt! Zzzt!
A blue arc of Sword Qi erupted from the blade, its terrifying force splitting every Mafia member in two.
The electrified sword light showed no mercy. After slaughtering the lackeys, it continued its path, severing a small forest a hundred meters behind them before finally dissipating.
***
"This... he's actually this powerful?" Aurora's eyes widened as she witnessed Yasa slaying everyone with a single sword strike, disbelief etched across her face.
She quickly regained her composure and shouted, "What about the boss? Kill him fast! Otherwise Capone Bege will bring the entire Mafia here..."
"Hmm? What's this got to do with me?" Yasa glanced at Aurora. "If they come looking for trouble, won't they be after you?"
In truth, Yasa had deliberately let the boss escape. With his Observation Haki's range, even if the boss fled dozens of miles away, God's Judgment would still strike him dead.
The purpose of letting him go was exactly as they'd discussed—the Fortress Fruit!
If the boss didn't bring people back to harass Aurora, how would she willingly hand over that fruit?
The Fortress Fruit! Its user can form an enormous castle within their body—a perfect storage space for supplies or subordinates. A true mobile fortress.
Yasa had already consumed the Rumble-Rumble Fruit and couldn't eat another. But let's not forget—there are ways to make inanimate objects consume Devil Fruits.
Dr. Vegapunk, hailed as a genius surpassing human intellect by 500 years, had long since developed this method. The Elephant Sword at Enies Lobby served as the best proof.
If Yasa obtained this technique, he could develop something akin to a Storage Ring or Storage Necklace in no time.
Imagine how convenient that would be—never going hungry no matter where you go.
He did wonder about one thing: Could inanimate objects only consume Zoan-type Fruits? But how could he resist trying without knowing?
***
Yasa abruptly changed the subject, probing, "Of course, if you hand over that Fortress Fruit you mentioned earlier, I'll deliver Capone Bege's head to you immediately. How's that? It's a fair deal—why not give it some thought?"
"Hmph! No need..." Aurora's heart tightened with caution, though she couldn't deny the temptation. "If you want the Fortress Fruit, help me eliminate Capone Bege's Mafia. Then I'll tell you where to find it."
"Oh... never mind then!" Yasa pursed his lips in disdain, turning to leave.
"Wait!" Aurora gritted her teeth, her eyes flashing. "Kill Capone Bege and you can have the fruit. That's my final offer!"
"Kill Capone Bege?" Yasa stroked his chin, weighing the options. With his strength, eliminating a Mafia boss would be child's play.
What he hadn't anticipated was that Capone Bege was only 16—just like him. To think he'd already begun conquering the West Blue Mafia at such a young age. Truly worthy of being called one of the future Supernovas, the Godfather himself.
"Fate's fickle ways," Yasa mused. "Who would've thought I'd end up offending two Supernovas in one go? Urouge from Sky Island, and now Capone Bege from West Blue!" He clicked his tongue in amusement, though it didn't particularly bother him.
After all, with his current strength, he could even spar with an Admiral. While victory wasn't guaranteed, he'd never lose too embarrassingly. He could hold his own in a prolonged battle lasting days or nights, and if worst came to worst, he could always flee.
"Let's agree to this. But how can I know you're not lying? Whether you have the Fruit or not is still a question, isn't it?" Yasa looked Aurora up and down, his intentions clear.
"You!" Aurora ground her teeth in anger, but she had no counterargument. She knew well that without showing some sincerity, why would anyone help her? Who would accept an empty-handed deal? Only fools would take such a gamble.
On the vast sea,
A dilapidated little boat plodded along without even a sail, relying solely on the wind to push it forward. Yasa and Aurora stood at the bow.
"At this wind speed, we'll reach Elbak Island in about two hours," Aurora said glumly. "That's where Capone Bege's right-hand man—Killer Gotti—lurks. He's extremely dangerous, and the Fortress Fruit is there too."
"Who's there doesn't matter," Yasa waved dismissively. "They're all trash. A few minutes of cleaning up will suffice." He didn't believe anyone in West Blue could match him. Whether killer or foot soldier, no opponent could withstand his God's Judgment. If one did, he'd simply summon another strike.
If West Blue harbored no hidden masters, only one true expert from these waters could impress Yasa—Red-Haired Shanks. The rest were all worthless riffraff.
"You... bastard!" Aurora's body shook with fury as she glared at Yasa's arrogant demeanor. Her teeth ground together audibly. If she could defeat him, she'd probably charge forward and bite off a chunk of his flesh.
Her chest heaved as she tried to calm herself, her mind spitting curses: "Damn bastard! You underestimated Killer Gotti. When you get killed later, don't blame me for not warning you!"
Aurora had her own agenda with Yasa, so she couldn't voice her true thoughts. Her eyes darted about before she said, "Why don't you consider what I said earlier? Kill Capone Bege and you could take over the Mafia, becoming a Godfather in West Blue."
"West Blue? Godfather? Tch..." Yasa scoffed with disdain.
Though West Blue was large, how many true powerhouses existed there? Stirring up trouble in a corner of the world like a frog at the bottom of a well—how could that compare to the thrill of battling the strongest experts in the New World?
Even if the World Government offered him supreme power, he'd turn his nose up at it. His sole purpose for venturing into the sea was to clash with the mightiest opponents. Only such a life held true passion and joy.