PIRATES: I WORK IN NAVY FROM NINE TO FIVE

BOOM!

The sudden eruption on the battlefield caught everyone off guard.

All eyes locked onto Luo Yu, disbelief and awe flooding their expressions.

They had imagined countless outcomes… but none had expected this.

No discussion.No warnings.Just one brutal strike.

Even Yamamoto, one of the Five Elders, stood frozen in shock.

He was a Five Elder!A godlike authority in the World Government.

Always the one others feared.Never once had he imagined someone would dare lay a finger on him.

But before he could even process what was happening—

A tidal wave of Conqueror's Haki, nearly tangible in force, slammed into him like a tsunami.

His pupils dilated in panic as the force surged toward him, and he barely had time to raise his arm to defend—

BOOM!

He was launched like a cannonball.

His body rocketed backward, crashing into a massive dam hundreds of meters away.The entire structure shattered like glass, spiderweb fractures racing across the concrete as Yamamoto embedded into the wreckage.

Pain exploded through his body.

His blood roiled.His bones screamed.His pride shattered.

This trip was supposed to be calculated — a covert operation to eliminate the unstable element known as Luo Yu.

But upon learning that Whitebeard had been killed — by this very man — Yamamoto's desire for vengeance had overwhelmed his planning.

Now, his grand authority and schemes had all come crashing down under a single blow.

And what's worse — it had been public.

"You damn brat!!How dare you strike a Five Elder?! I'll kill you!!"

Rage contorting his face, Yamamoto roared furiously.

Shing!His katana unsheathed in a flash of light, slicing the incoming Conqueror's aura in half with a monstrous wave of sword force.

BOOM!

The two clashing energies collided violently, sending a hurricane of destruction across the battlefield.

Entire swaths of ruined ground crumbled and collapsed, unable to withstand the overwhelming force.

A curtain of dust and stone rose skyward, engulfing the scene in apocalyptic haze.

High above it all, Yamamoto's furious voice tore through the smoke like thunder.

"You arrogant little punk!You Marines are just the World Government's lapdogs!

You dare challenge my authority?!"

"Looks like it's been too long since we, the Five Elders, reminded this sea who truly rules it!"

"I don't care if you defeated Kaido!I don't care if you killed Whitebeard!

To us? That's just a joke."

"Since you've dared to strike me—

Let's see if you can survive a strike from the blade I've kept sealed for decades!"

Yamamoto stormed from the ruins, each step cracking the ground beneath him.

His rage had found a focus.

His pride demanded vengeance.

And in that moment — he poured all his fury into a single swing.

But before he could act—

A loud voice broke the tension:

"Luo Yu, are you insane?! That's a Five Elder! You're going way too far!"

"Yamamoto! You need to run! That lunatic's actually serious!"

It was Sengoku, shouting with rare desperation in his voice.

Yamamoto froze mid-step.

Had he misheard?

Run?

Him?

He was one of the Five Elders — an undisputed sword grandmaster.

And Sengoku was telling him to run from a sword clash?

Was this some sort of sick joke?

His eye twitched as he snapped back:

"Shut up, Sengoku!I'm a Five Elder!The word 'retreat' doesn't exist in my dictionary!"

The moment he finished speaking, Yamamoto's energy surged — blasting away the surrounding dust clouds in a shockwave of fury.

He raised his gaze defiantly—

Then… his pupils shrank to pinpoints.

His chest tightened.

And all his arrogance vanished in an instant.

There were no words left.

Only a single, primal thought crossed his mind:

Oh sh*t.

Before him stood a towering Susanoo — a titanic armored figure nearly a hundred meters tall.

Wielding a colossal blade raised high above its head.

The divine energy radiating from it twisted the very sky.The pressure was suffocating — enough to make the strongest warriors tremble.

Yamamoto's instincts screamed in terror.

The blade came down.

WHOOOOOOOOM!!!!

The air shattered with a deafening sonic boom.

Sky and earth alike split in two under the sheer force of the blow.

Nothing else could be seen.Nothing else could be felt.

All that existed now… was this one all-consuming strike.

In the face of it — hundreds of meters became meaningless.

Time seemed to slow.

Yamamoto stood frozen, the enormous blade reflected in his eyes as it grew larger—

And larger—

And larger—

Until there was nowhere left to run.

Only now did he finally understand why Sengoku had tried to warn him.

If this had been a duel from the start, Yamamoto wouldn't have hesitated.

But he had assumed no one would ever dare attack him.

Let alone go straight for the kill.

And now—

He had no time to react.

No time to raise his blade.No time to defend.

All he could do was scream—

"You bastard!! I'll kill you for this—!!"

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!

The explosion that followed was like a second apocalypse.

The shockwave tore across the battlefield like a hurricane.

Even the pirates watching from the sea felt the sky falling.

Those with weaker strength were blown away like leaves in a storm.

The aftermath of that single strike spread across several kilometers—shattering the earth, the sky, and everything in between.