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Chapter 15 - Chapter 15: Which Means You Are Not Even a Dog

"I laughed, sorry, it slipped out. No big deal. I will pretend you just farted."

Rakuya's easy smile held. In an instant, every gaze in the bar swung his way.

"You. Brat. What did you say. You said I farted."

Bruz finally processed the insult and glared daggers at him.

"Sure did. Pretty obvious too. Everyone heard it, right."

Rakuya grinned, looking harmless.

"Bastard."

Bruz kicked a chair aside and charged.

"Mr. Rakuya, he is a Celestial Dragon's steward. You cannot cross him."

Bastille tensed, reaching out to stop him.

World Nobles were the untouchable scum of the earth. Offend them and it was a death sentence, with Marines hounding you afterward. Even Steel Bone Kong and Zephyr did not poke that hornet's nest unless they had to.

"Relax. He is only a steward. At least he is not a Celestial Dragon."

Rakuya's mouth tilted up. He had not put the man in his eyes once.

"Say it again, brat. Who farted."

Bruz shoved past the crowd, roaring, until he stood nose to nose with Rakuya.

"What, forgot already. You farted and do not even know it."

"Fine. Tell me what fart I supposedly let out. If you cannot, I will feed you to the dogs."

"You said you would punch Whitebeard and kick the Golden Lion. If that is not a fart, what is. Be serious, right now you are not even qualified to carry Whitebeard's shoes. Calling out Whitebeard like that makes you think you are a god. At best, you are a Celestial Dragon's lapdog. And in my eyes, Celestial Dragons are nothing. Which means you are not even a dog."

"He is insane."

"Does he know what he is saying. That insults the World Nobles."

"Dead man walking, picking a fight with a Celestial Dragon's steward."

"Crazy or not, hearing someone say it to his face feels real good."

The bar detonated into whispers. Eyes popped. Knuckles whitened.

"We are finished, finished. He has provoked the steward and offended the Nobles. What do we do."

Bastille's face creased with worry. He tugged Rakuya's sleeve in panic.

"Sharp tongue, brat. Insulting the World Nobles. I will tear your face off."

Bruz lunged, thick arms sweeping for Rakuya's throat, speed and power snapping like a whip.

Fast meant nothing to Rakuya.

As Bruz gathered himself to strike, Rakuya lifted his right hand, fingers curling into a claw. His palm turned, empty air rippled.

"Universal Pull."

Pop.

A wet spray burst through the bar. In the heartbeat of shocked silence that followed, Bruz unraveled into a drifting red mist and was gone.

Every pirate froze. Some of them had bounties in the tens of millions. Some had Devil Fruit tricks of their own.

None of them saw how he killed.

They only saw a hand close on empty air, and a man become a cloud.

"Wh… what just happened."

"Where did he go."

"Dead. With one lazy grab. That steward just died. Who is this guy."

"That kind of reach, that kind of force, feels like Admiral level. I have only seen something like that from Whitebeard."

"Someone actually killed a Celestial Dragon's steward. Is he not afraid of Marine pursuit."

"It is over, it is over. He has truly offended the Nobles now. Mr. Rakuya, you will bring disaster down on yourself."

Bastille's voice was heavy with dread.

"A bug," Rakuya said lightly. "Killing a bug is still killing a bug."

He walked to Bruz's vacated seat, eyes brightening at the two open chests.

"Universal Pull."

He flicked his wrist. A powerful suction bloomed from his palm. The pair of treasure trunks skated across the floor, lifted, and vanished as if swallowed by an unseen space.

Then Rakuya dusted off his hands and strolled out of the bar, as casually as if he had just paid the bill.

Bastille hurried after him.

The Axe Pirates' kneeling captain gaped, speechless.

Not only him. Everyone in the bar had been stunned beyond words.

None of them had expected a youth to really kill a Celestial Dragon's steward.

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