Fishman in One Piece

Chapter 3 Fruit

Fishman Karate and Fishman Jiu-Jitsu are both methods for controlling water.

Brett lacked the capabilities of Jinbe, unable to effortlessly generate a shock wave strong enough to pierce a giant or propel water droplets with the force of cannonballs. However, if he applied himself, he could easily produce water droplets equivalent in power to bullets.

Blood stained the broad corridor.

Brett chose silence. He did not intentionally target the critical areas of these naval officers, nor did he intentionally avoid them.

In his past life, he had been an ordinary individual. He had never taken a life, even that of a chicken, since childhood.

Yet in this world, he grew up as a fierce and aggressive shark in Fishman Street, surrounded by troublemakers.

He advanced a step and crushed a hand that reached for the fallen phone bug.

Brett gazed down at the naval captain, who stared back with a flushed face and evident reluctance.

Iron block?

It explained the rigidity of the neck.

"Are you really this strong? " The captain's voice emerged hoarsely, laced with skepticism.

"It's merely that I hadn't had the opportunity to display it previously. "

Brett delivered a forceful kick to the captain's chest, sending the man crashing into the wall like a cannonball. The special metal wall sustained a slight dent.

"Now we're even. "

Brett inhaled deeply.

The initial phase of the plan was executed flawlessly. No doctor appeared to avoid the need for confrontation in the prison, thus reducing the distance significantly.

The next step is to proceed directly to the port of the base and plunge into the sea, where no one will be able to impede his escape.

Who can hinder a fish-man in the ocean?

Gratitude should be directed towards the architects of this base for its excessive size and complexity, which easily leads even those familiar with the layout to become disoriented, necessitating the engraving of topographical maps at specific key points.

Now, this feature proves beneficial.

Brett adjusted his stance.

After escaping from this location, there will be no opportunity to pause. He must dash toward the exit in a single effort.

Otherwise, it will be the end.

Upon reflecting on his previous life's memories, Brett realized he did not possess any grand ambitions.

Initially, he simply desired to spend a year in Impel Down, then return to Fish-Man Island to seek employment and train haki under Jinbei, until the Straw Hat Boy set sail and the revolutionary army dismantled the Celestial Dragons.

After all, Joyboy was destined to fulfill the pledge he made with the mermaid princess eight centuries ago, wasn't he?

Regrettably, he found himself in this situation.

He did not wish to be incarcerated nor to be quietly eliminated by the government after losing his worth.

Thus, he chose to resist.

It is unfortunate that his physique is too large, rendering the navy uniform ill-fitting. Otherwise, his movements could be considerably more agile.

Brett advanced a few steps and exhaled slowly, persistently visualizing the base structure diagram he had previously observed.

He then lowered his stance and inhaled deeply.

"Huuu—"

Every muscle in his body tensed up.

An explosive force erupted, transforming Brett's towering figure into an afterimage as he propelled himself forward.

In an instant, he had exited the bathhouse vicinity, effectively re-entering the surveillance zone.

Brett maneuvered his arms, shattering all surveillance phone bugs along his path with splashes of water.

However, he was only able to do so in the area he was somewhat familiar with.

He pressed onward; this zone was one he had only viewed on the structural diagram.

Immediate elimination of the surveillance phone bugs was not feasible.

Additionally, a contingent of marine patrols was approaching from around the corner.

"Who are you—"

The marine officers were momentarily bewildered upon witnessing Brett charging toward them, unclear about the situation.

"Water stomp!"

The moisture coalesced around his legs before transforming into explosive power. Brett soared into the air like a shadow and subsequently utilized the ceiling to redirect his force just as the marines were taken by surprise.

In the following moment, he collided with the marines like a cannonball.

"Fishman Karate -roundhouse kick! "

A whirlwind rushed through, sweeping the marines away like autumn leaves scattered in the breeze.

Brett marched forward without hesitation.

Not far ahead lay an opportunity to wager on whether the reaction speed of the scientific force or his movement velocity would prevail!

In the control room, the marines finally recognized the imminent issue.

"That fish man! ! He has escaped! ! "

"Damn it! This has gone awry! His target is the port. Alert the central control room and lower the blocking gate! "

"Quickly inform your superiors to apprehend him before he reaches the sea! ! "

The piercing siren shattered the stillness of the night at the base, and the flashing red light heightened everyone's sense of urgency.

"Water bullets! "

Brett unleashed a flurry of water droplets, dispatching the remaining marines in his vicinity.

However, he did not feel a sense of triumph.

This marked the defeat of the fifth patrol team he had encountered.

The intervals between their appearances before him were diminishing rapidly.

It was no surprise that his whereabouts were continuously compromised; the longer the duration elapsed, the more marines would attempt to thwart him.

"Water Stomp! "

Moisture once again accumulated around his legs.

These explosive maneuvers had not originally been intended for rapid movement, but at this point, restraint was no longer an option.

Brett dashed forward with lightning speed.

"Squad 17 has been defeated! "

"Ninth, Team 13 has been defeated! "

"Damn it, even Konitz has fallen! ! "

"Do not be concerned; he is unable to flee! An iron barrier awaits him ahead! "

…

"Heh-heh-heh-"

Brett was gasping for breath while shielding his left shoulder with his right hand. There was a shallow wound that was bleeding, alongside numerous other injuries on his body.

The number of marines around him was increasing, and their strength was escalating. He had just encountered an marine skilled in the six styles. During the ambush, he became somewhat complacent and sustained a wound in his shoulder from a finger pistol.

Fortunately, he ultimately managed to escape unscathed.

Beyond the temporary warehouse lies the port.

Brett inhaled deeply and pushed the warehouse door open.

"Fire! "

A loud yell sounded from behind the door.

Immediately thereafter, a barrage of noise resembling a storm erupted.

Brett positioned himself far from the door, helplessly observing as the wall outside became riddled with bullet holes.

He realized an ambush was inevitable.

At least hundreds of marines were involved considering the level of firepower.

When the gunfire momentarily ceased, Brett quickly leaped forward and cautiously peeked out.

Just a brief glance prompted him to turn and flee without hesitation.

The warehouse was entirely dark and filled with marines.

Behind them, the gates to the port were firmly shut.

With the Marines stood a man clad in a coat of justice, proudly displaying the rank of rear Admiral on his shoulders

Victory was unattainable, and a direct assault was categorically impossible.

Damn it, only plan B could be executed. All that remained was to take a chance!

Brett endeavored to recall the structural layout of the base as he initiated his second escape attempt.

In the monitoring room.

"What is happening? That Fishman has returned! "

"Damn, did he realize he cannot break through the encirclement? "

"Quickly inform the superiors and cease deploying troops to the port. He is relocating to other areas. "

The navy promptly adjusted their course. This was a significant situation. Each unit was commanded by a captaim and comprised hundreds of marines.

Brett understood that as time progressed, the navy forces surrounding him would only grow more formidable, so he needed to strategize.

He did not advance directly toward his objective. Instead, he began to navigate around, searching for surveillance phone bugs to destroy along his path. Once he had caused substantial damage by eliminating numerous phone bugs, he commenced his retreat.

"Damn! I cannot locate him anymore! "

"Where has he concealed himself? "

"It is inconsequential; we have already encircled that vicinity! He cannot flee. "

Brett was aware that, although he was momentarily free from monitoring, the navy would quickly close the gap entirely, leaving him no opportunity to relax.

However, there is a limit to endurance.

Brett reversed direction and proceeded toward his true destination.

More marine forces should have been deployed to pursue the opposite route, correct?

When Brett entered the surveillance again, the marine officers in the surveillance room were taken aback.

"What is happening? Why has he ventured deeper into the facility? "

"It is inconsequential! Captain Ronald is in the vicinity. He cannot evade capture! "

Brett sprinted vigorously, calculating his moves as he progressed.

Eventually, just as he neared his goal, a squad of marines obstructed his path.

"Halt! This is the end for you, fish-man! "

The marine captain wielding a long sword shouted assertively, "You have no escape route; prepare to be captured. "

Behind him, hundreds of marine soldiers aimed their firearms at Brett.

Without a moment's hesitation, Brettt charged forward with all his might.

He was taking a risk.

He made a sound choice.

"Fuck. "

The marine captain clenched his teeth and commanded, "Do not shoot! Unsheathe your weapons! Capture him! "

This fish-man is a crucial experimental subject for Dr. Vegapunk.

The marines unsheathed their swords and surged toward Brett under the captain's command.

"Shave! "

Brettt perceived a flash as the marine Captain materialized before him instantly, striking mercilessly with his sword.

So fast!

Brett clenched his teeth resolutely.

He opened his mouth widely and sunk his teeth into the incoming blade.

Click!

A sharp sound resonated.

"What? "

The Captain's expression shifted dramatically.

His sword was actually cracking under the force of this Fishman's teeth.

Though it is not a renowned sword, it is still a high-quality weapon that has undergone extensive tempering.

He was unaware that sharks take immense pride in their biting strength.

"Take this!"

After deflecting the Captain's sword, Bett delivered a punch to the captain's abdomen.

"Iron body! "

The impact felt like striking solid steel, yet the captain was propelled back, colliding with the side wall like a cannonball.

Brett disregarded the Marine Captain and repeated his earlier maneuvers. He leapt and connected with the wall adjacent to the corridor, effortlessly bypassing the marines who hesitated to fire, and then swiftly advanced.

"Damn--! "

The captain, now on the ground, clutched his chest, his complexion pale, as blood flowed uncontrollably from his lips. That Fishman possesses an astonishing level of power!

However, he promptly wiped away the blood and yelled angrily, "Follow him! "

Brett advanced further.

Curiosity filled the marines where could he possibly be heading?

The deeper he ventures, the less probability there is of escaping.

Soon, the marine officers were taken aback.

Brett reached a specific door.

He pushed it open, entered, and secured the door from within.

"Eh? Isn't this a collection area for discarded items? "

"Yes, all of the doctor's failures are located in there. "

"Is that his destination all along? Could it be possible that he intends to utilize the items inside to escape? "

"Stupid Fishman, there are only ineffective failures. If not for the doctor, they would have been discarded as mere souvenirs. "

"There is no monitoring device installed within, thus we are unable to ascertain the circumstances inside. "

"It is of no consequence. It is sealed off internally. He has no means of escape. Let us breach through directly after assembling a larger group! "

The marines believed that triumph was already imminent.

Brett secured the door and had no time to carefully examine the scene within the room, so he began to search.

It required little effort, and he swiftly located what he sought on a platform in the room's corner.

It was a fruit that had been carelessly placed here.

Its color was a striking red, and its surface resembled scales.

The wager was successful.

It is indeed here!

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