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[The Ogre: Yujiro Hanma.]
Character Description:
Yujiro Hanma: Legendary former international mercenary.
Since his youth, he forged his body into a lethal weapon of absolute precision, perfected in wars and conflict zones.
He annihilates elite special operations units and armed cartels with a single move.
Huge wild beasts like a Yasha Ape, a giant elephant, and polar bears have been defeated by him with pure strength.
His legacy includes feats that redefined the limits of what is human.
A genetic and talented prodigy who assimilated all combat disciplines on the planet through inhuman training.
He wiped out world martial arts masters in record time using only pure violence.
He became the synonym of violence.
In the midst of constant battles and training, he evolved a skeleton as resistant as steel, to the point that not even lightning can harm him.
He manually destroyed a bank vault made of 1.5 meters of reinforced steel and weighing 12 tons.
Doses of tranquilizers strong enough to kill a herd of mammoths only cause him a brief nap…
He is an entity, worthy of the title of the strongest being on Earth.
"SHIT!"
Tiberion's voice thundered as his knuckles cracked from clenching his fists.
"I can't believe I got Yujiro Hanma. The fucking Antichrist of martial arts."
Upon seeing the character he had to portray, a smile of ecstasy appeared on his face.
Anyone with two brain cells who's seen Yujiro surely knows how savage he is, so there's no need to describe him.
But...
Attention, ladies with trembling tits and sweaty thighs…
When the Demon Back AWAKENS, Yujiro's aura shoots to the max.
And when that happens, women writhe like cats in heat.
Their knees knock, their tongues dry up, and that feminine juice soaks their panties.
The reason? Ask your feverish ovaries.
But me, now Tiberion Hanma, ladies, I don't give a shit. With this beast between my legs, I could split an Abrams tank in half with my erection.
"What a shame that my acting level right now is zero. If not, I'd seriously activate it right here and see how these fish react…"
Right now, his stage was One Piece, on Fishman Island, in a chaotic street.
Why was it chaotic?
Because it was full of people and not the good kind…
"Meh." He spat phlegm. "First day. I won't fuck up the set… yet."
Tiberion had a handsome face, sharp and defined features, with a thick mane of black hair.
His physique tore through his sportswear: red shirt stretched tight over his chest, black pants struggling to contain quadriceps that could strangle a crocodile.
2.10 meters of pure pulsating muscle. 100 kilos of concentrated testosterone and abs that weren't a six-pack… but like marble.
He was a tough guy, once in his neighborhood: a mangy dog bared its fangs at him. The poor animal flew 15 meters, smashing into a dumpster like a meat balloon. Didn't even stain his Air Force 1s.
Determined, he spun on his heels and started walking.
…
Shit, there are too many fish in this place!
And the Fishmen look savage!
The teeth they have in their mouths look like saws… Each one was a walking aquatic nightmare!
"HEY, BAG OF HUMAN MEAT, STOP!"
"Are you blind or suicidal?"
"It says CLEARLY: NO HUMANS OR DOGS! And you smell like both!"
A 3-meter-tall purple merman approached with a coral trident.
And a bunch of his buddies, looking like weird fish, came closer and surrounded Tiberion.
Faced with this situation, first of all, he couldn't show weakness.
Tiberion looked at them calmly, though inside he felt the panic of a mouse in a tank of piranhas.
Shit, shit, SHIT… What kind of hellish island did that witch drop me on?
I only took two steps!
How the hell was I supposed to know there was a sign?!
And yeah, I've got eight-pack abs, I like the gym, and I once killed a rabid dog with one punch… a tough guy.
But the people in this world, especially the Fishmen, have monstrous bodies!
How can they make me face this from the start?
Dear goddess… Don't you feel guilty?
The goddess: an ethereal vision who pulled him from death, with a voice that made you come just from a whisper. She had promised him glory, not a massacre in the fish market.
Shit, forget it!
Let's get to the point already!
"Miss Golden Balls…" he muttered as a muscle twitched in his jaw, "is this your damn tutorial? I've been here five minutes and already have a mini Godzilla trying to rape me with a trident!"
Keeping up a tough front, he laughed coldly, "…Do you really think that, being here, I'm going to waste my time with a bunch of ants like you?"
The Fishmen, upon hearing those words, felt a chill of distrust.
Damn it… Is this guy one of the dangerous ones? How can he talk with such arrogance?!
After all, among humans, there are also very strong men.
"Ha ha ha! You saw us coming and turned around? And now you pretend to scare us?"
"Who the hell do you think you are? Here, in our territory, humans like you are nothing but rats… and rats get stomped on."
The leader of the group, smarter than the rest, picked up something in Tiberion's words.
But he didn't flinch.
"How pathetic." His voice dripped with venom. "You're not even worth the breath it takes to explain… because everyone here, yes, all of you, are just walking trash."
His eyes, now burning embers, challenged each of them. It wasn't just arrogance—it was pure contempt.
But behind that facade…
Shit
Right now, he wasn't confident he could beat them.
And with how unfriendly the Fishmen were towards humans, if he wanted to make it out unharmed, the most likely outcome was a beating and getting tossed out.
With bad luck, he could even die on the spot.
"What a big mouth you've got!"
"I admit you might have some skill… but enough to call us trash? Humans really do look down on us."
The leader, although intimidated by Tiberion's attitude, couldn't help but feel a little fear and a sting of regret.
But it was too late.
After all, he was the head of this group.
And with so many of his subordinates watching, how could he back down?
Tiberion crossed his arms, pretending to be uninterested, but clenched his teeth when he realized they weren't leaving.
Shit, this is going to hell. Did I go too far...? What if they don't back down now?
I should've scared them and run when I had the chance. Now…
"So what if I'm looking down on you?"
"Tsk, since it's clear you're not satisfied, I can afford to waste some time and give you a chance."
"Come at me all at once!"
He had no choice but to continue the act.
!
But then, his eyes spotted a barbershop not far off, and in that moment, a plan came to him.
He was going to take a gamble, getting something of Yujiro's outfit, and see how many surprises this crisis would bring…
"Tsk, we don't need some arrogant human like you to tell us, and when we deal with humans… Fishmen always attack as a group!"
The leader signaled for everyone to attack and kill.
"STOP!"
But Tiberion's voice rang out with unexpected calm, freezing the approaching Fishmen in place.
"Problems, human?… Or is it that… you finally got scared?"
"Ha ha ha ha ha! Clever human… but not that clever! You almost had me with your little act."
The leader let out a laugh, not quite as intimidated anymore.
"Scared?… You don't know me well. I, Tiberion Hanma, don't know what the word 'fear' means."
"You see… I simply felt like my hair got a little messed up. I'll go fix it first and when I come back, we can continue this. Stay here and don't move."
"And if you behave, maybe I'll have mercy and… leave a few of you alive."
Tiberion spoke calmly, not taking that gang of seafood seriously, and walked directly toward the nearby barbershop.
"..."
The leader, surprised, took a few seconds to react.
He watched Tiberion walk away calmly toward the little barbershop on the corner, as if all of this were just a game.
"Hey, human!" he shouted angrily, but Tiberion didn't even flinch.
Around him, the Fishmen looked at each other uneasily.
'Who the hell does he think he is?... It's like he really doesn't have even the slightest respect for us.'
'Could he be as strong as he seems?...'
The leader frowned, his face more serious than before.
'I don't like this… What do we do? Do we wait for him to style his hair and come back? Or do we attack right now?'
A Fishman next to him gulped nervously.
"Humans are incredibly clever and treacherous, B-Boss… It could be a trap."
"..."
The leader, after thinking it over for a moment, nodded with an impatient grunt.
"Hmph! You all stay and keep watch. I'm going to get reinforcements. That human dies today… no matter what."
…
"Miss, dye my hair red, please. And style it like seaweed, with a few loose, stylized strands. Thank you."
Tiberion asked politely.
Inside the barbershop, surprisingly, there was a beautiful mermaid.
And indeed, it was a much more pleasant view than the Fishmen outside.