One Piece: Chopping Ace Back to Foosha Village at the Start

Slayve one of the Ten Kings of the Dark World. Allegedly a Paramecia-type Devil Fruit user with the power of the Slave-Slave Fruit.

He was also the mastermind behind everything on this island, in this so-called nation. The root of all evil.

Wayne fixed his gaze on Slayve, who stood about a hundred meters away. He rose slowly to his feet, flexing his fingers and rolling his neck. Crackling sounds echoed from his joints.

The auctioneer beside him turned red with rage when he saw Wayne standing up.

"Insolence! Slaves aren't allowed to stand higher than their masters! Kneel, now!"

Wayne gave the man a sidelong glance and then dismissed him completely. He didn't have time to waste on small fry like this.

"Insolent!"

The lanky auctioneer's face twisted with fury. He slammed his palm down on a nearby button.

Bzzt!

The collar around Wayne's neck lit up red and discharged a high-voltage current. The electricity surged across his body, sparks crackling through the air.

"You wretched slave! How dare you defy—"

The auctioneer's voice froze mid-sentence. Horror crept into his expression.

Wayne wasn't screaming in pain. He wasn't even flinching.

His body stood calm and steady, completely unaffected by the electric torture.

"N-no way... how are you... fine...?"

Wayne's lips curled into a cold smile as he spoke, each word like a thunderclap.

"Because... I am lightning!"

A black sheen of Armament Haki spread across Wayne's left hand. He gave a tug—

Snap!

The slave collar around his neck and the shackles on his feet shattered instantly.

The auctioneer's eyes widened in terror. The next moment, Wayne's punch sent him flying over ten meters through the air, crashing into a wall and knocking him out cold.

Wayne turned toward Slayve, a cruel grin spreading across his face.

Now then... it was his turn.

With a burst of speed, Wayne vanished from sight, leaving afterimages in the air as he charged toward Slayve. Purple lightning danced around his fists.

Just as he was about to strike with a 30-million-volt Thunderbird, an ominous instinct flared in his mind.

"Soru!"

He vanished again this time appearing several meters away from Slayve.

Boom!

A massive black slash carved a deep trench through the spot where Wayne had just stood. The floor split apart for seven or eight meters.

Armament Haki.

Flying slash.

A man in a suit stood before Slayve, gripping a long katana in both hands. The slash had come from him.

"A swordsman, huh?" Wayne narrowed his eyes. "Looks like you're not just some lackey, after all."

A Greatsword Master no ordinary swordsman could launch an air slash like that, imbued with Armament Haki. With a subordinate like this, Slayve's influence wasn't limited to this island. Even in the New World, he might earn a name for himself.

Slayve, now finally reacting to the danger, spun around and roared at his men.

"You useless idiots! You can't even tell the difference between someone who looks like Wayne and the real damn thing? That's the actual Warlord of the Sea, Wayne!"

"If Xivi hadn't stepped in just now, I'd be dead! Do you understand that?! Get in there and kill him now!"

With Slayve's outburst, his subordinates finally snapped out of their stupor. They rushed toward Wayne in droves, more and more flooding into the auction house until a sea of black-suited thugs surrounded him.

Wayne stood still, eyes half-lidded.

"A brute force tactic, huh..."

In this world, even the strongest Whitebeard himself could be injured by a bullet. A swarm attack like this wasn't meaningless.

Unless—

Unless the opponent was Wayne.

His eyes glowed red. A pressure spread from him in an unseen wave.

With a gust of wind, the entire auction hall fell into silence.

Nobles in the stands collapsed, eyes rolled back, unconscious.

The wave of enforcers rushing Wayne dropped like dominoes, fainting on the spot.

Conqueror's Haki.

Wayne's eyes swept across the fallen, then fixed on the four figures still standing.

Slayve, the King of Slaves.

Xivi, the Greatsword Master in a black suit.

A tall, muscular man with a scar across his face.

And a slim woman with long green hair.

Wayne's gaze flicked between them. A spark of excitement danced in his eyes.

"Now that the small fry are cleared out," he said, "I suppose we can start the real fight."

He coated his hands in Armament Haki and lunged at Xivi. The swordsman met his charge with crossed blades, steel clashing against hardened fists. The two briefly tested each other, then leapt back in sync, creating a calm space between them.

Wayne studied Xivi carefully.

"Solid technique," he said. "Too bad you chose to serve someone like him."

Xivi narrowed his eyes at Wayne's empty hands.

"Where's your blade?" he asked. "What kind of swordsman faces an opponent barehanded? Are you mocking me?"

Wayne blinked, then glanced at the auction stage where his katana, Yukizoe, lay.

He extended a finger.

The sword rose into the air, enveloped in a subtle force, and floated gently into Wayne's grasp.

His control over electromagnetism had grown sharper with every battle.

Now wielding his blade in his right hand, Wayne nodded toward Xivi.

"As you wish."

Xivi stiffened slightly, visibly impressed.

"That was... stylish," he muttered. "No wonder they say you fought an Admiral to a draw. Your swordsmanship is exquisite."

Wayne's expression froze.

Wait... what? he thought. That wasn't swordsmanship. That was just my Devil Fruit power! You can't tell the difference?

Before he could correct the misunderstanding, Slayve roared again.

"What?! An Admiral-level fighter? No way! I need backup now!"

"I still have important guests to entertain I can't die here!"

"Xivi! Greensnake! Stall him! Hardy, come with me we need reinforcements!"

Wayne watched as Xivi and the green-haired woman stepped forward to block his path. Slayve turned and began to retreat under the protection of the burly man.

Wayne narrowed his eyes.

Like hell he was letting Slayve escape.

But with two strong fighters in his way, there was no choice he had to deal with them first.

"Tch... looks like I'll have to take you both out before I can chase him."

He clenched his jaw, gripping Yukizoe tightly. Armament Haki surged across the blade.

Wayne slashed at Xivi.

Sensing the killing intent, Xivi didn't dare underestimate him. He roared and raised his sword, Armament Haki coating the blade as he met the strike.

Their weapons clashed in the air, locked in a stalemate.

Wayne spun and landed firmly on his feet.

Xivi stumbled back three or four paces before regaining his balance.

In that single exchange, their difference in strength became clear.

—————————————————————————————————————————————————

Love the story? Show your support and unlock early access to new chapters by joining me on Patreon!

[email protected]/yanxx

Change @ to a.