Chapter 7: Revenge and Shakky
"Toxic Smoke Pirates! There's no escape for you today, Poison Cannon Sharin."
The temperature inside the bar plummeted. Frost spread outward from Brook's feet, creeping along the floor and coating everything in a thin layer of ice.
"You're Brook? Brook from the Rumbar Pirates? Hah! What a joke! You're the only one left? A damned survivor like you should just go to hell!"
Poison Cannon Sharin let out a manic laugh and pulled the trigger, launching a toxic gas bomb straight at Brook.
Silence fell over the bar. Sharin's massive cannon—and his entire body—were cleaved clean in two. Before a single drop of blood could spill, the chilling aura of the underworld froze him solid, leaving behind nothing but an ice sculpture.
...
At the bar's entrance, a large cloth-covered crate sat quietly on the ground. Beside it, a frail-looking boy, barely in his teens, stared at the swordsman with an expression of pure awe.
"Crash."
The sound of a glass shattering on the floor broke the stillness, followed by the audible gulping of nervous patrons. A frozen path stretched from the entrance to Sharin's lifeless form, radiating an eerie chill. Even the most hardened pirates in the room—each carrying a bounty of over 50 million Belly—felt beads of cold sweat on their foreheads.
Before anyone could react, flashes of steel cut through the air. The gruesome sounds of flesh being torn apart followed, and in mere moments, the entire Toxic Smoke Pirates crew collapsed to the floor, eyes wide in terror.
Brook calmly sheathed his sword. "Whoever takes Sharin's head to the Marine base for the bounty can keep half of it."