Onepiece: I Am Aizen, The Strongest Admiral

A week had passed since Aizen set sail, and his small vessel now drifted into the central waters of the New World. Docked at the bustling port of Sin City, he immediately noted its stark contrast to other islands. The harbor brimmed with pirate ships, each bearing bold, skull-emblazoned sails. It was a chaotic tapestry of lawlessness—a haven for scoundrels.

His own plain white-sailed boat, free of markings, stood out like a sore thumb amidst the pirate fleet.

As Aizen stepped off his vessel, a man approached with a broad smile. He was flanked by a few provocatively dressed women, exuding an air of sleazy opportunism.

"Welcome, guest! My name is Nimitz," the man said, his tone excessively ingratiating. "You seem new here. Allow me to introduce you to the ways of Sin City. For a small fee, of course."

Aizen studied him with an impassive expression, his hands tucked into his coat pockets. His sharp mind instantly dissected the man's motives, perceiving his facade as a merchant to be nothing more than a predatory ruse.

"I assume your business here involves luring newcomers into a false sense of security," Aizen said, his voice calm and calculating. "Once they trust you, you strike when they're most vulnerable, taking everything from them. A clever tactic, but woefully transparent."

Nimitz stiffened. Aizen's precise words cut through his charade like a blade. For a moment, the air grew heavy with tension.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Nimitz replied with forced laughter, though beads of sweat formed on his brow. "This place is the safest in Sin City, I assure you!"

Aizen didn't respond, merely narrowing his eyes behind his glasses. His calm demeanor was far more unnerving than any outright threat.

Suddenly, Nimitz's instincts screamed danger. Despite his facade, Nimitz was no ordinary man—his bounty exceeded 300 million, and his strength had kept him alive in Sin City for years. But at this moment, standing before Aizen, he felt like prey.

"You're quite formidable, aren't you?" Aizen said lightly. "A Zoan user, I presume?"

As if on cue, Nimitz's body morphed into that of a massive tiger. Standing over five meters tall, his powerful frame radiated an oppressive aura. His transformation caused a ruckus outside, drawing the attention of his subordinates—over twenty pirates who stormed the building, weapons drawn.

Despite being surrounded, Aizen remained unmoved. His confidence was palpable, unnerving even the battle-hardened pirates.

"Enough of this farce," Aizen said. "I'm here for information. Tell me where I can find World Destroyer Waldo."

Nimitz's tiger-like face twisted in shock. "You're after Waldo? Are you insane? That lunatic..."

"Where is he?" Aizen interrupted, his tone sharp yet composed.

Nimitz hesitated, weighing his options. He quickly realized that if he refused, he'd likely be killed. Even if he cooperated, Aizen's fate against Waldo was irrelevant to him.

"Fine," Nimitz said, reverting to his human form. "Waldo's in the central square, causing trouble as usual. He's been robbing anyone foolish enough to cross his path."

Aizen gave a faint smile. "Thank you."

Without another word, he turned and walked toward the exit. The room fell silent as he passed, the weight of his presence freezing everyone in place.

As he reached the doorway, he casually flicked his wrist, shaking off the blood from his blade before sliding it back into its sheath.

Nimitz stared at the crimson stains on the floor, his heart racing. He hadn't even noticed Aizen draw his weapon.

"Blood..." Nimitz murmured, his eyes wide with terror.

Aizen paused, glancing back over his shoulder. His gaze pierced through Nimitz, cold and calculating.

"You're fortunate I'm feeling merciful today," Aizen said, his voice a chilling whisper. "Pray you don't cross my path again."

With that, he vanished into the chaos of Sin City, leaving a stunned silence in his wake.