One Piece: Red Sword - Chapter 5

Rozar’s sword was extremely fast. The sudden slash came without any warning and was so quick that no one in the hall could react.

A red sword wave flashed by. A deep mark appeared on the hard mud floor of the hall. Before the navy soldiers in front could even blink, they were already sliced in half by Rozar’s sword wave.

Bright red bl00d flowed from the bodies of those navy soldiers and quickly formed puddles on the ground.

The strong smell of bl00d filled the hall, and many navy soldiers looked sick.

The Killing Sword Rozar—just as fierce and brutal as the rumors said…

Even the way she killed people was terrifying to witness.

“You still dare to fight back? Do you want to die?”

Colonel Art’s face darkened. He had carefully planned everything, brought troops himself, and set a perfect trap. Yet Rozar dared to kill right under his nose. It was clear she didn’t respect him at
all.

“You really thought you had me?”

Rozar glanced at Art with a mocking look.

This Art truly believed numbers meant victory.

But with these weaklings? They were no match for her.

Rozar casually swung her arm, sending out another massive red sword wave. It looked dangerously sharp and flew straight toward Colonel Art like a mad beast.

Art’s eyelid twitched as he watched the deadly slash coming. He quickly pulled a large broadsword from his back.

He aimed at Rozar’s strike and swung hard.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The blade and the sword wave clashed, making a loud noise.

Sparks of red fire slowly lit up in the air.

Step, step…

Art quickly stepped back twice. Holding the broadsword in one hand, he spun half his body and used a clever move to absorb the force.

He barely dodged Rozar’s slash.

After dodging the attack, Art’s eyes filled with killing intent.

If not for his skill and experience, that sword would have taken his life.

“Kill her!”

Colonel Art, now panting, still gave the order to his men with a loud shout.

“Kill!”

A soldier’s duty is to follow orders.

As soon as they heard the command, the navy soldiers shouted and pulled their triggers toward Rozar.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Pop! Pop! Pop!

Bullets flew out of the muskets like a storm of falling stars, rushing wildly toward Rozar.

Muskets were already loud on their own, and now with hundreds firing at once, the sound shook the air.

Hundreds of bullets flew at Rozar. If even one hit her, she would be full of holes.

Facing this storm of bullets, Rozar’s face turned serious.

She was a swordswoman, not one of those Logia-type users who could ignore physical attacks.

Also, she hadn’t learned Armament Haki yet, so her body was very fragile.

If even one bullet hit her, she’d be injured.

“Guarding Sword Style.”

Rozar took a defensive stance, her face cold and serious, putting all her focus into protecting herself.

“Guarding Sword Style” was Rozar’s defensive move.

She had only three sword techniques: “Killing Sword Style” for close combat, “Guarding Sword Style” for defense, and “Bl00d Sword Style” for ranged slashes.

Even though she had just three moves, each was very practical.

With these three sword styles and the navy’s movement skills like Shave and Moon Step, Rozar had survived many deadly battles.

This time was no different.

In the Guarding Sword stance, Rozar fully focused on blocking. Each swing of her sword cut bullets with precision. In just seconds, she slashed dozens of times, slicing all incoming bullets clean in
half.

“Again!”

The navy soldiers shouted and pulled the triggers once more, firing another wave of bullets toward Rozar.

“Shave.”

Rozar let out a cold breath. A strange sound followed, and she vanished completely.

Pop! Pop! Pop!

The bullets slammed into the wall behind her, making loud crashing sounds.

The white walls were pierced, the bullets lodged deep in them, nearly breaking through.

“Where did she go?”

The navy soldiers cried out in surprise and looked around for Rozar.

They had never seen anything like this—how could a living person just disappear?

“Killing Sword Style.”

Suddenly, Rozar’s voice came from within the crowd of navy soldiers.

The moment the voice fell, a bloody smell filled the air.

A few soldiers turned their heads, only to be cut in half instantly by Rozar.

Rozar’s “Killing Sword Style” had no fixed pattern.

Every strike was unpredictable and impossible to dodge.

Those killed by her met terrible ends.

Some had limbs cut off, with bones showing.

Some were sliced in the stomach, intestines spilling out.

Some had their heads split in two, gray brain matter dripping out.

“Ah! Help me!”

“M-Monster!”

“…”

Such a horrifying scene played out before their eyes, and the navy soldiers were terrified.

They had seen bl00d before—but never deaths so disgusting.

One soldier stepped back, felt something sticky under his foot, looked down—and saw it was his comrade’s eyeball.

“Die…”

Rozar continued her slaughter, wildly swinging her sword.

She loved killing.

She enjoyed the pleasure of death.

Every swing brought screams, which satisfied her deeply.

Soon, hundreds of navy soldiers were dead.

Their body parts were scattered everywhere, some still twitching.

Rozar was covered in bl00d—but none of it was hers.

She hadn’t even been touched once.

If she could, she almost wanted to cut herself, just to see if her bl00d looked better than theirs.

But that was only a thought.

Rozar knew her own strength—if she really swung at herself, she might end up dead. That would be a waste.

“Now it’s your turn…”

Rozar had finished with the common soldiers and still wasn’t satisfied.

With her sword in hand, she slowly walked toward Art and Plian.

Tap, tap…

Squish, squish…

Each of Rozar’s steps made a clear sound.

Sometimes, her foot stepped on a body part, making wet, squishy noises.

“D-Don’t come any closer!”

Plian’s face turned pale. Her hands trembled so badly she could barely hold her sword.

Rozar looked at her coldly, swung her sword casually—

and sliced her in half.

The long-haired woman who had been serving Art fell to the ground in fear.

Her pale thighs were covered in bl00d, and she let out a loud, terrified scream.

“So annoying.”

Rozar found her noisy and didn’t even look.

She casually slashed, killing the woman on the spot.

Then, she turned her cold eyes to Art.

“You’re the last one.”

Rozar spoke calmly.

“You filthy beast! You deserve to die!”

Art shouted in rage.

Watching Rozar kill all his men, Art felt despair rising in his heart.

In fury, he drew his large broadsword, gripped it tightly, and swung it hard at Rozar’s head.

“Die, you bastard!”

But Rozar didn’t even flinch.

Without emotion, she swung her sword—

and shattered Art’s broadsword.

The slash continued forward, cutting Art’s body clean in two.

Then Rozar pushed open the hall’s wooden doors and slowly walked out.

As she left, she muttered to herself,

“A bunch of idiots.”