Mitsuki was distracted as he heard the crash. These men weren't tough. The Marvolo Pirates were a joke. This new entrance, though...he was interesting. A Zoan type too, considering that claw. Possibly stronger than even his form. Now wasn't the time to marvel, though. "Hey now. Don't forget why we're all here," he stated, sliding into a wife footed stance, sword held at an angle by his head. "Sentou-ryu: Senkou Houchi." What followed was a blinding blur of movement. His sword was out and swinging in an instant. In a flash, the swordsman appeared outside of the circle of pirates, landing lightly on one foot before planting both down firmly. His sword flashed up, returning to its sheath. As it fully hid itself away, the effects of his attack was felt. Almost in unison, an explosive force was seen hitting each man who had surrounded him. Yet, no blood was spilled. As they all collapsed in pain, leaving only two men still standing, it was clear what skill he possessed. He had in capacitated most of the pirates with the dull side of his sword, all in an instant. Though, truth be told, mastery of such skills were only thanks to his increased speed from the Devil's Fruit. Without waiting for the men to move, he walked over to the captain, reaching down to take his pouch of Beli. They would not need it now. He tossed it towards the door, a surprised woman catching it. "For their meal, and their rudeness, ma'am." He reached into his own pouch, offering a few coins of his own. "Extra as an apology for the blood." "Th-thank you, sir!" Her reply was hesitant, still in shock over the fight and the man's strength. Mitsuki turned away, ignoring them for now. "You two. I'd like you to inform the Marines of what transpired here. If you meet any pirates along the way, be sure to tell them the White Tiger will come for them soon. Failure to do so...I don't think I need to finish my threat." Both bowed, pale as sheets, before they ran off towards the marine base. Arrest would be safer than challenging this swordsman. With the pirates taken care of, his attention rested on Ryu. "You carry yourself well," he commended. "Sloppy, but that fruit is quite the powerhouse if it's trained right."