“Open fire!”
*Bang!* *Bang!* *Bang!*
Hundreds of guns fired out an endless sea of bullets towards the pristine ship at the docks.
The wooden bow was riddled with craters as it creaked and shattered apart.
A soft whistle blew out as the black shadow on board whizzed in disappearance.
The same strong 8-foot-tall silhouette reappeared behind the senior mafia member.
Before the man could even react, his head had exploded from a punch.
*Bang!* *Bang!* *Bang!*
The gangsters quickly shifted their aim onto the young attacker but were surprised by the results.
Every projectile that was traveling faster than sound was immediately stopped as if meeting an immovable object.
Going from a sturdy bullet shape to folding into a pancake, letting onto the ground with a melodious clatter.
“A monster!”
Seeing their attacks bear no fruits, some more senior members drew their blades and rushed forth.
Damien smiled in return and shot towards them, ready to practice.
He abandoned his devil fruit temporarily and stuck to hand-to-hand combat.
The punches came flying in with slashes of the blades as he worked on his reflexes and response time.
*Slash*
A sharp sword slashed toward the boy and he returned his right elbow directly at it.
Bam!
The blade didn’t cut fully in.
“How hard is his skin!?” the man cried out as he saw his bent knife.
Only a few drops of blood dribbled from the young man.
‘My skin can mostly block bullets, and even bend blades, but not completely,’ Damien complimented his {Beastly Vitality}.
The bullets came raining down as they left tiny depressions in his skin, though they failed to dig any deeper before being deformed.
*Crack*
Damien’s elbow crashed on a man’s neck from above as his head plunged into the dirt below, surely broken.
“Die!” a man with a minigun screamed as he unloaded a spray of bullets.
*Whizz*
*Ratatatata!*
The young man simply flickered away as the bullets met some friendlies, dropping them like flies.
“Watch the crossfir-”
The man couldn’t finish his sentence as a strong chop smacked his neck and sent him into instant paralysis.
Minutes passed as the hundreds of men were massacred.
“He’s too fast, we gotta report it to the boss!”
…
A 10-foot tall (3.05 m) man gazed at the battlefield hundreds of meters away, a binocular at hand.
“You see that?” he asked his younger companion who also had binoculars.
“Looks young, very young,” the man commented. “His moves are a little choppy and full of openings, but carry great power.”
“He’s purposely not using his devil fruit abilities?”
“Not just that…,” the older man gulped. “H-He’s sharpening himself with every kill, he’s treating us like whetstones!”
The other man clenched his fist in anger, “We’re feared all over West Blue, just to be used by a boy to train himself!?”
The grumbling man soon froze as he unconsciously gulped.
His binoculars fell to the ground, “he saw us!”
…
Damien who was just about to finish his last enemies felt peering eyes from afar.
A few black silhouettes watching, the sunlight reflecting off their tools.
“Better to attack them quickly before they can organize themselves, there should be a treasury filled with some goodies too, right?”
Damien broke the neck of the last man as his body fell.
‘My combat capabilities are growing quite fast, unnaturally fast,’ he thought while rushing towards the main base of the Gambino Family.
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[Main Base of the Gambino Family]
A 16-foot tall (4.88 m) man sat on an equally large golden chair.
He was towering in not just his height but also his demeanour; the scars on his face and body alongside the gun wounds painted quite the picture.
The middle-aged man had a thin mustache and well-combed hair as he sat with a pistol in his hand.
[His Image (in Discord)]
A transponder snail sat on the table in front of him as he puffed out an annoyed cloud of smoke.
“Boss!” the snail cried in a human-like expression. “He’s too strong, the entire Eastern Forces have been taken out!”
The mafia boss bit on his cigar and he spat out, “How many are there?”
The snail replied posthaste, “J-Just one!”
“He’s making his way to the main base, boss!”
The man hung up the snail as he grumbled in anger.
His name was Gambino Delago, the head of the Gambino Mafia Family.
Delago waved at his butler and ordered, “Round up all our men to hold down this threat, I want him dead!”
The old man nodded.
…
“Show him the might of the Gambino Family!”
“Raze ‘em to the ground!”
“For the boss!”
Thousands of men in tight-fitted suits stood with their guns and weapons ready.
Even some cannons and RPGs were set to aim in the direction of the attacker.
The wall that surrounded the entire base was made with 5 feet-thick concrete, mounted with watchtowers and snipers.
“We have the target in sight,” a sniper said as he peered into his scope, lining the crosshairs to the invader.
“Take him down!”
*Bang!*
The bolt-action rifle recoiled, shooting the bullet at great speeds.
Boom!
The ground exploded and a small crater was left behind, though the attacker was nowhere to be seen.
“I missed?”
The sniper then heard a calm voice resound in the area.
.
“Utter Ruin.”
.
A huge current of crimson energy exploded from under the sniper as the thick walls were obliterated to their simplest form: dust and debris.
Cuboid pebbles rained over the entire base as the men standing by were engulfed by the cloud of dust.
*Vvoosh!*
Suddenly a black shadow whizzed through the dust and into the horde of men.
Explosions went off; trigger-happy gangsters unloaded their firearms haphazardly as their numbers steeply declined.
Damien continued his hand-to-hand combat as he broke bones, limbs, and necks; thinning the crowd.
Shots went off and yet Damien was able to dodge them instinctively.
“Fire the cannons!” a booming voice spread out of the snail in the main watchtower.
“But boss,” The chief executive cried out miserably, “it’ll hit our own men!”
“Fire the damn cannons!”
Boom!
The heavy barrel of the iron cannon exhaled a cloud of smoke as the cannonballs rained down on the panicked crowd.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The explosions roared continuously as the cannons opened fire without pause, finally reaching a slow silence.
“D-Did we get him?” a man uttered from the walls on the other side as his hands shook in fear.
“A-Above!”
A black shadow flickered into the sky as the red eyes seemed to shine through the dust cloud, staring into the man’s soul.
.
“Obliteration Pulse.”
.
A huge burst of crimson energy followed by an omnidirectional attack ensued as it engulfed the entirety of the plaza.
It kept spanning, from meters to tens of meters, reaching 100 meters.
A huge crater appeared, left with sharp cuts and scars on the earth within it.
Blood dyed the ground a fresh red as the walls crumbled to dust, destroying nearly 80% of the entire Gambino Family defense force!
.
Damien nodded at the impact while breathing a heavy breath and continued into the Mafia compound.
He roamed through the well-lit halls and a trail of goons followed in his wake.
*Crash*
The thick iron doors exploded as Damien made his way into the boss’ chambers.
He saw expensive lights that lit up the regal decorations and animal heads mounted on the walls of rare species. It was quite the room filled with golden delights.
Damien looked ahead and saw the man in the large chair, devouring two cigarettes together.
He was surrounded by tens of bodyguards in black suits, and dark sunglasses equipped like the Secret Service.
Guns were drawn as usual.
“Just a kid doing this much damage,” Delago said in an annoyed tone. “What will the other four think of me when they hear about this?”
He then gazed at the regal attire Damien was wearing.
“Why don’t you work under me, kid?” He offered with a thin smirk. “I’ll give you money, women, whatever, hmm, what’d you say?”
Damien hummed at the offer with a smile while he thought in his mind, ‘Sibyl, pull up his stats.’
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“Open fire!”
*Bang!* *Bang!* *Bang!*
Hundreds of guns fired out an endless sea of bullets towards the pristine ship at the docks.
The wooden bow was riddled with craters as it creaked and shattered apart.
A soft whistle blew out as the black shadow on board whizzed in disappearance.
The same strong 8-foot-tall silhouette reappeared behind the senior mafia member.
Before the man could even react, his head had exploded from a punch.
*Bang!* *Bang!* *Bang!*
The gangsters quickly shifted their aim onto the young attacker but were surprised by the results.
Every projectile that was traveling faster than sound was immediately stopped as if meeting an immovable object.
Going from a sturdy bullet shape to folding into a pancake, letting onto the ground with a melodious clatter.
“A monster!”
Seeing their attacks bear no fruits, some more senior members drew their blades and rushed forth.
Damien smiled in return and shot towards them, ready to practice.
He abandoned his devil fruit temporarily and stuck to hand-to-hand combat.
The punches came flying in with slashes of the blades as he worked on his reflexes and response time.
*Slash*
A sharp sword slashed toward the boy and he returned his right elbow directly at it.
Bam!
The blade didn’t cut fully in.
“How hard is his skin!?” the man cried out as he saw his bent knife.
Only a few drops of blood dribbled from the young man.
‘My skin can mostly block bullets, and even bend blades, but not completely,’ Damien complimented his {Beastly Vitality}.
The bullets came raining down as they left tiny depressions in his skin, though they failed to dig any deeper before being deformed.
*Crack*
Damien’s elbow crashed on a man’s neck from above as his head plunged into the dirt below, surely broken.
“Die!” a man with a minigun screamed as he unloaded a spray of bullets.
*Whizz*
*Ratatatata!*
The young man simply flickered away as the bullets met some friendlies, dropping them like flies.
“Watch the crossfir-”
The man couldn’t finish his sentence as a strong chop smacked his neck and sent him into instant paralysis.
Minutes passed as the hundreds of men were massacred.
“He’s too fast, we gotta report it to the boss!”
…
A 10-foot tall (3.05 m) man gazed at the battlefield hundreds of meters away, a binocular at hand.
“You see that?” he asked his younger companion who also had binoculars.
“Looks young, very young,” the man commented. “His moves are a little choppy and full of openings, but carry great power.”
“He’s purposely not using his devil fruit abilities?”
“Not just that…,” the older man gulped. “H-He’s sharpening himself with every kill, he’s treating us like whetstones!”
The other man clenched his fist in anger, “We’re feared all over West Blue, just to be used by a boy to train himself!?”
The grumbling man soon froze as he unconsciously gulped.
His binoculars fell to the ground, “he saw us!”
…
Damien who was just about to finish his last enemies felt peering eyes from afar.
A few black silhouettes watching, the sunlight reflecting off their tools.
“Better to attack them quickly before they can organize themselves, there should be a treasury filled with some goodies too, right?”
Damien broke the neck of the last man as his body fell.
‘My combat capabilities are growing quite fast, unnaturally fast,’ he thought while rushing towards the main base of the Gambino Family.
----------------------------------------------
[Main Base of the Gambino Family]
A 16-foot tall (4.88 m) man sat on an equally large golden chair.
He was towering in not just his height but also his demeanour; the scars on his face and body alongside the gun wounds painted quite the picture.
The middle-aged man had a thin mustache and well-combed hair as he sat with a pistol in his hand.
[His Image (in Discord)]
A transponder snail sat on the table in front of him as he puffed out an annoyed cloud of smoke.
“Boss!” the snail cried in a human-like expression. “He’s too strong, the entire Eastern Forces have been taken out!”
The mafia boss bit on his cigar and he spat out, “How many are there?”
The snail replied posthaste, “J-Just one!”
“He’s making his way to the main base, boss!”
The man hung up the snail as he grumbled in anger.
His name was Gambino Delago, the head of the Gambino Mafia Family.
Delago waved at his butler and ordered, “Round up all our men to hold down this threat, I want him dead!”
The old man nodded.
…
“Show him the might of the Gambino Family!”
“Raze ‘em to the ground!”
“For the boss!”
Thousands of men in tight-fitted suits stood with their guns and weapons ready.
Even some cannons and RPGs were set to aim in the direction of the attacker.
The wall that surrounded the entire base was made with 5 feet-thick concrete, mounted with watchtowers and snipers.
“We have the target in sight,” a sniper said as he peered into his scope, lining the crosshairs to the invader.
“Take him down!”
*Bang!*
The bolt-action rifle recoiled, shooting the bullet at great speeds.
Boom!
The ground exploded and a small crater was left behind, though the attacker was nowhere to be seen.
“I missed?”
The sniper then heard a calm voice resound in the area.
.
“Utter Ruin.”
.
A huge current of crimson energy exploded from under the sniper as the thick walls were obliterated to their simplest form: dust and debris.
Cuboid pebbles rained over the entire base as the men standing by were engulfed by the cloud of dust.
*Vvoosh!*
Suddenly a black shadow whizzed through the dust and into the horde of men.
Explosions went off; trigger-happy gangsters unloaded their firearms haphazardly as their numbers steeply declined.
Damien continued his hand-to-hand combat as he broke bones, limbs, and necks; thinning the crowd.
Shots went off and yet Damien was able to dodge them instinctively.
“Fire the cannons!” a booming voice spread out of the snail in the main watchtower.
“But boss,” The chief executive cried out miserably, “it’ll hit our own men!”
“Fire the damn cannons!”
Boom!
The heavy barrel of the iron cannon exhaled a cloud of smoke as the cannonballs rained down on the panicked crowd.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The explosions roared continuously as the cannons opened fire without pause, finally reaching a slow silence.
“D-Did we get him?” a man uttered from the walls on the other side as his hands shook in fear.
“A-Above!”
A black shadow flickered into the sky as the red eyes seemed to shine through the dust cloud, staring into the man’s soul.
.
“Obliteration Pulse.”
.
A huge burst of crimson energy followed by an omnidirectional attack ensued as it engulfed the entirety of the plaza.
It kept spanning, from meters to tens of meters, reaching 100 meters.
A huge crater appeared, left with sharp cuts and scars on the earth within it.
Blood dyed the ground a fresh red as the walls crumbled to dust, destroying nearly 80% of the entire Gambino Family defense force!
.
Damien nodded at the impact while breathing a heavy breath and continued into the Mafia compound.
He roamed through the well-lit halls and a trail of goons followed in his wake.
*Crash*
The thick iron doors exploded as Damien made his way into the boss’ chambers.
He saw expensive lights that lit up the regal decorations and animal heads mounted on the walls of rare species. It was quite the room filled with golden delights.
Damien looked ahead and saw the man in the large chair, devouring two cigarettes together.
He was surrounded by tens of bodyguards in black suits, and dark sunglasses equipped like the Secret Service.
Guns were drawn as usual.
“Just a kid doing this much damage,” Delago said in an annoyed tone. “What will the other four think of me when they hear about this?”
He then gazed at the regal attire Damien was wearing.
“Why don’t you work under me, kid?” He offered with a thin smirk. “I’ll give you money, women, whatever, hmm, what’d you say?”
Damien hummed at the offer with a smile while he thought in his mind, ‘Sibyl, pull up his stats.’
>=-=----[]------[]---=-=
