Sailing: A Retired Veteran Awakens with Genryusai Template

"Hey, hey! Kimir! That guy has only one head!"

"You can't take this from me!"

On the open sea, a group of pirates, attracted by Bai Ye's bounty, had no idea of the Marine fleet silently closing in behind them.

The pirates were arguing loudly, each determined to claim the reward.

A tall pirate with scars crisscrossing his face stood at the forefront of the deck, a massive axe resting on his shoulder. He stared greedily at Bai Ye, who stood calmly on the sea ahead.

With a sinister grin, he said, "You can't look at it that way. A head worth 1 billion is up for grabs!"

He let out a raucous laugh, continuing, "Whoever claims it first gets it! And maybe, just maybe, this will get me a shot at becoming a Shichibukai! Ahahaha!"

Gripping his enormous axe, he leapt off the deck toward Bai Ye, eager to claim the prize.

"That bastard!" shouted the hedgehog-headed pirate captain from a nearby ship.

His eyes narrowed as he drew twin blades from his side. "But that old fool up there hasn't even spared us a glance! I'm not letting this chance slip away!"

However, before either could get close to Bai Ye, a deafening hum echoed through the air.

BOOM!

A golden beam of light shot from the distance, tearing straight through one of the pirate ships. In an instant, it left behind a gaping hole, and the ship sank beneath the waves, taking its crew with it.

Thick smoke and dust filled the air as the remaining pirates looked on in shock.

"What… what was that?!"

"What just happened?!"

Their panic grew as the realization dawned upon them: Marine was here.

The hedgehog-headed pirate stammered, "It's... it's the Marines!" His voice wavered with disbelief.

Before he could fully process what was happening, another barrage of golden beams tore through the air.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Each beam found its mark, striking the pirate fleet mercilessly.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Ship after ship was reduced to flaming wreckage. Screams echoed as pirates were blown apart or hurled into the sea.

Within moments, the once-proud fleet of six or seven ships had been annihilated, leaving only floating debris.

Among the carnage, only two survivors remained: the scarred pirate with the giant axe and the hedgehog-headed pirate captain.

The latter stood frozen, trembling as he stared at the Marine fleet in disbelief.

"They… they destroyed us in an instant…!" he muttered, his voice barely audible.

The scarred pirate, however, wasn't ready to give up.

"Those damn Marines! Even if I don't get that 1 billion, I'll make them pay for killing my men!" he roared.

With rage coursing through him, he lifted his axe and prepared to hurl it at the Marine fleet.

But before he could act, another golden beam of light struck him head-on.

BOOM!

The force of the explosion sent his scorched body flying into the sea.

The hedgehog-headed pirate captain could only watch in horror.

"K-Kimir… he's… dead…"

His voice cracked as fear overtook him.

He turned to flee, but another golden beam tore through the air, striking him in the back.

BOOM!

The explosion left no trace of him.

On a nearby island, onlookers watched in shock and awe.

"Did you see that?!"

"What the hell was that?!"

"Was that a secret Marine weapon?! They wiped out an entire pirate fleet in seconds!"

"No, you're missing the real point!" one observer said, his voice trembling. "Marine has finally confronted that man at sea!"

At the center of the chaos, five massive Marine warships loomed.

On their decks stood towering figures—pacifistas—mechanical monsters resembling the infamous Shichibukai, Bartholomew Kuma.

The crowd watched in terror as the pacifistas began charging their golden lasers once again.

Above the lead warship, Vice Admiral Flying Squirrel stood, his expression cold and unyielding.

"Pointless resistance," he muttered, his sharp gaze locked on Bai Ye.

Flying Squirrel had been skeptical when he first heard that Bai Ye, a lone man, had entered the Grand Line.

"To kill a Celestial Dragon and then step into Marine-controlled waters… is this man insane, or is he declaring war on the entire World Government?"

Now, as he stood face-to-face with Bai Ye, he could see no army, no hidden allies—just one man.

His anger surged. "If he thinks he can challenge the Marine government, he's gravely mistaken. Prepare to fire!"

He raised his hand, signaling the pacifistas to attack.

On the sea, Bai Ye stood unflinching, his hand resting on the dark purple hilt of Ryūjin Jakka.

As the pacifistas' lasers began to glow, the air around him shifted.

The temperature rose sharply, and the once-cool sea breeze turned into a scorching wave of heat.

The sea itself seemed to boil as Bai Ye drew Ryūjin Jakka. Flames burst forth, twisting and dancing around the blade.

With an overwhelming aura, Bai Ye looked at the pacifistas and the Marine fleet ahead.

"The most unforgivable people… are the ones who burned my home and left nothing but ashes," he said coldly.

He raised Ryūjin Jakka high, and towering pillars of flame erupted around him, their heat so intense that the air shimmered and distorted.

As the pacifistas unleashed their lasers, Bai Ye brought Ryūjin Jakka down, releasing a wave of fire that consumed everything in its path.

The flames surged forward, turning the sea into a blazing inferno.

The battle had begun, and the Grand Line would never be the same again.