Pirate Slayer

After a month of piracy, the exploits of Gojo and Yuta were starting to make a name for themselves, even though their heads were not yet on the line. Their small, flagless ship often made them pass for pirate hunters - a confusion that suited them well. For Yuta, each day brought new discoveries and thrills, even though fatigue was starting to set in.

"Gojo, what's next?" asked Yuta, his gaze lost in the vast blue expanse.

"We need a new crew member," Gojo replied after a moment of reflection. "Someone skilled in navigation and combat. Then, we'll get ourselves a bigger ship and a proper flag. I want our reputation to precede us."

Hardly had these words been spoken when a majestic island emerged on the horizon. Its lush vegetation formed a natural cathedral, where ancient trees intertwined under a dense canopy. Sparkling waterfalls cascaded down steep cliffs, creating a natural symphony that carried all the way to their ship.

But this spectacle was overshadowed by an even more captivating scene: near the shore, a fierce battle was raging between a mysterious fighter and a crew of pirates. The man, dressed in martial arts attire, was literally dancing among his opponents. His movements, of surgical precision, attested to years of training.

The climax came when the pirate captain, cornered, revealed his devil fruit eater nature. His octopus tentacles swept the beach, but his opponent gracefully dodged them with feline grace. With a swift motion, he cut the captain's carotid artery, ending the fight as abruptly as efficiently.

Gojo and Yuta watched, fascinated. This warrior used neither devil fruit nor haki, only conventional weapons wielded with exceptional mastery.

"Hey, you!" Gojo called out enthusiastically.

The warrior, busy finishing off the last pirate, didn't even bother to look their way.

"You have impressive talent. How about joining my crew?"

The man finally turned around, his stern gaze meeting Gojo's. "Excuse me? Is this a joke? And first of all, who are you?"