"There he is! Get him!" A marine commander bellowed over the commotion of the pirates ransacking the village. Such a spontaneous and violent attack could have only been orchestrated by one man: Ryomen Sukuna.

Sukuna was a harrowing pirate that seemingly appeared out of nowhere. He was monstrous in both appearance and strength, easily picking off Marines with the use of his four arms and claws. Nobody in the seven seas could compare to Sukuna's power—not even the strongest soldier of all time. He was in a league of his own, one far above anyone else, and because of the gap between humanity and Sukuna, he ravaged the world as he pleased. He wasn't interested in meager entertainment like treasure or riches. All he wanted was carnage.

In search of satiation for his bloodlust, his ship touched down in a nearby village to plunder their supplies—not like he needed them, but why not? Sukuna took any opportunity to display his prowess on the weak and strong alike.

"What a pathetic lot you people are." Sukuna murmured as he tossed another incapacitated marine into the heap of bodies on the cobbled ground. His men were busy loading their spoils onto the ship.

By the looks of it, the Marines had all been wiped out. He scoffed at the idea that such weaklings were even allowed to protect a town. They couldn't even protect themselves.

Just as he was about to join his men on the ship, he heard the sound of a gun cock against his back. It seems another loser had come to make an attempt on his life—a commendable act but pitiful in nature.

He suddenly whipped around and brought your gun closer to his chest, "Aim here. If you can land even a single bullet on me, I'll let you live."

His smirk grew wider, "Try it."