Instead, he was playing pirate make-believe with a group of kindergarten children.
The Wokou Leader opposite was clearly stunned too.
His small brain capacity couldn't comprehend why his proud arrow rain had no effect on the other party.
But he still didn't retreat.
A samurai's sense of honor made him make a foolish decision.
"Full speed ahead! Board them! Cut them down!"
He roared.
The three atakebune accelerated, flanking the explorer from both sides.
The Wokou on board drew their gleaming katanas, yelling and preparing for the most traditional form of naval hand-to-hand combat.
Roger looked at their fearless appearance and finally put away his playful smile.
"Alright, since you're so eager to die."
"I'll grant your wish."
"Buck! Billy!"
"Here! Captain!"
The two most warlike simpletons immediately stepped forward.
"Take fifty men and go play with them."
Roger waved his hand, losing interest.
"Let them see how formidable we are!"
"Understood!"
Buck and Billy excitedly rubbed their boney hands, and with fifty pirates, they jumped directly from the explorer's gunwale.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
They landed heavily on the deck of the opposite atakebune, making the wooden planks creak.
The Wokou on the ship were stunned.
So many people!
"Kill them!"
The Wokou Leader remained relatively calm; he slashed his sword at Buck, who was closest to him.
The katana in the Wokou Leader's hand cut a chilling, pale light through the air.
He completed the strike with an extremely standard kendo posture!
Buck's massive head flew off with a resounding thud.
It tumbled two and a half times in the air, a hint of "Is that all?" disdain still on his face.
"Plop."
The head landed.
The headless body swayed twice, then stood upright in place.
"Oh!"
The Ashigaru behind the Wokou Leader erupted in a thunderous cheer.
The leader slowly sheathed his sword, striking what he considered a super cool pose, his eyes arrogant.
As if to say: This is the consequence of offending a Yamato samurai.
However, the next second.
All the Wokou's cheers stopped abruptly, like ducks with their throats squeezed.
Buck's headless body bent down, fumbling on the deck for a long time.
He picked up his head, patted the dust off his face, then aligned it with the severed neck, and with a "click," put it back on.
Buck twisted his neck, making a "creak, creak" sound of bones rubbing.
He wiggled his jaw and grinned hideously at the now petrified Wokou Leader.
"Too little strength, and the angle's wrong too."
"Didn't you eat?"
"Our captain said you people live pretty well."
"Is that all?"
"I think you're just vain and pretending to be rich, aren't you?"
"..."
Dead silence.
On the deck, dozens of Wokou, dozens of eyes, stared intently at Buck's perfectly intact head.
Time, as if, was paused at this moment.
"Na... Nani?"
The katana in the Wokou Leader's hand dropped to the ground with a "clank."
His face, painted as white as a wall, was filled with the ultimate philosophical questions of life: "Who am I, where am I, what did I just see?"
"Mon... Monster!"
An Ashigaru finally couldn't bear the immense psychological shock.
He let out a bloodcurdling scream, rolled his eyes, frothed at the mouth, and immediately convulsed.
"Hahahahaha! A bunch of cowards!"
Seeing this, Billy laughed so hard he bent over.
He felt it was time to show off his true skills.
He rushed towards another stunned Wokou samurai, and under the man's terrified gaze, actively met the opponent's long sword.
"Pfft!"
The long sword pierced through Billy's chest.
Billy looked down, then, he reached into the wound with his hand.
After fumbling for a long time, he forcefully pulled out a rib bone.
"Here you go."
Billy handed the still-bloody rib bone to the samurai, like offering a skewer.
"Ah ah ah ah!"
That samurai also went mad.
He threw away his sword and turned to jump into the sea.
The battle completely changed at this point.
It was no longer a bloody struggle between pirates and samurai, but a carnival of horror.
One pirate had his arm cut off; he used his other hand to pick up his arm and use it as a fly swatter, knocking a Wokou's teeth out.
Another pirate was stabbed by four or five swords simultaneously; not only was he not angry, but he happily pulled out the swords and returned them to their owners.
The scene was once very harmonious, just a bit costly for the Wokou.
On the explorer.
Roger held his telescope, watching with great interest.
"Gibbs, did you see that?"
"This is a dimensionality reduction attack."
"When you're sufficiently abnormal, any competitor will seem vulnerable."
Gibbs was diligently writing beside him, recording every word of the captain's golden advice.
(I need to become even more abnormal...)
[Ding! Detected that the target Wokou's mental state has collapsed, loyalty has fluctuated significantly, attempts can be made to incorporate them.]
The system's prompt sounded in Roger's mind.
"Incorporate?"
Roger had no interest.
"Just sink them into the sea."
"Keeping them would just be a waste of food."
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