Onepiece: I'm Aizen Sosuke

Chapter 12: Chapter 11 Playing With The Head



After nearly three days of sailing, Aizen finally spotted a small island in the distance.

Without hesitation, he steered his small boat toward the shore. Along the coastline, numerous pirate ships lay anchored, signaling the nature of the island.

"A pirate hub," Aizen mused, his sharp gaze taking in the sight. He approached the island cautiously, his current attire and nondescript boat betraying no hint of his Marine affiliation.

Stepping onto the sandy shore, Aizen's mind raced. **"This place should be ideal to gather intelligence... particularly about Kaido."**

### **The Bustling Pirate Town**

The central area of the island was surprisingly bustling. The streets were alive with activity, lined with vendors hawking weapons, trinkets, and other wares. Taverns overflowed with rowdy pirates, their drunken laughter echoing through the air. The chaotic yet vibrant energy reminded Aizen of how freely pirates lived—a stark contrast to the discipline of the Marines.

His attention was drawn to a particularly noisy tavern. Its exterior was rugged but inviting, its doors swinging open to a cacophony of laughter and clinking mugs.

"This should do," Aizen murmured, stepping inside.

The strong stench of alcohol immediately assaulted his senses. It wasn't the fine aroma of aged spirits but a sharp, unpleasant odor typical of cheap, hastily brewed liquor. Undeterred, Aizen walked straight to the bar.

Behind the counter stood a voluptuous woman with an air of authority, her provocative outfit and confident demeanor making her the focal point of the room. Her sharp eyes immediately locked onto Aizen.

"Well, well," she purred, her lips curving into a sly smile. "A handsome young man walks into my tavern. You're quite the catch. Need anything, sweetheart?"

Aizen ignored her flirtation and replied calmly, "I'm looking for information."

### **A Tense Exchange**

The woman's eyes narrowed slightly. "Information, huh? You know the rules. Bailey upfront, no guarantees about the accuracy."

Aizen's calm demeanor didn't waver. "That's fine. I'll pay—one way or another."

The woman's interest deepened. She reached out, her manicured fingers aiming to trace Aizen's chin, but froze mid-motion.

Her eyes widened slightly, realizing she couldn't move. It wasn't physical force stopping her; it was pure, overwhelming spiritual pressure emanating from this seemingly ordinary man.

"What... are you?" she whispered, unnerved by Aizen's presence.

"I'll keep this simple," Aizen said, his tone cool and commanding. "I need information about Kaido's whereabouts. How much?"

The woman hesitated but quickly regained her composure. "Kaido, huh? That's a dangerous name to throw around. Five million Baileys, and I'll tell you what you want to know."

Aizen smirked faintly. "Five million? Reasonable. But I think there's another way to pay."

### **A Bold Proposition**

Drawing his Zanpakutō, Aizen pointed toward a rowdy group at the far end of the tavern. At their center sat a towering, muscular man with dark skin and a menacing grin.

"Bahid," Aizen said, his voice steady. "One of the Golden Lion's men. Bounty: 35 million Baileys. His head should cover the cost."

The woman's breath hitched. Bahid was infamous on the island, not just for his bounty but for his connection to the Golden Lion Pirates. Even seasoned pirates avoided provoking him.

"You… do you realize what you're saying?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

"I do," Aizen replied, his tone as smooth as ever.

The woman stared at him, torn between disbelief and awe. She quickly calculated her odds and decided to watch how the situation would unfold.

"Very well," she said, stepping back. "But if you're serious, you'll have to handle this alone. If you fail, the Golden Lion's men will tear you apart."

Aizen smiled faintly. "Failure isn't part of my vocabulary."

### **Confrontation in the Tavern**

The tavern grew silent as Aizen approached Bahid's table, the other patrons sensing the brewing storm. Bahid glanced up, his heavy brows furrowing at the sight of the slender figure standing before him.

"You've got guts walking up to me," Bahid growled. "What do you want, kid?"

"Your head," Aizen said simply.

For a moment, there was stunned silence. Then, Bahid's group erupted into laughter, their raucous jeers echoing throughout the tavern.

"You think you can take me down, brat?" Bahid sneered, rising to his full height. His massive frame towered over Aizen, casting a long shadow.

But Aizen's gaze remained unflinching.

"Laugh all you want," Aizen said, his voice cold and steady. "It will be your last."

The room tensed as Bahid grabbed his weapon—a massive spiked club. The fight was about to begin, and everyone knew it would be one for the ages.


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