𝟏𝟒 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨.....
It was (Y/N)'s 5th birthday, and they had celebrated earlier in the day with their brothers and the Dadan Bandits. However, as night fell, GARP decided to pay a visit. He came bearing a small box and an item concealed beneath a cloth.
Inside the dimly lit hut, (Y/N) and Garp were the only ones awake. They sat together on the rough wooden floor as Garp extended the items to the young child.
(Y/N) examined the items carefully. The box appeared weathered and aged, as if it had been forgotten in a dark corner of a basement for years. The wrapped item bore a resemblance to a long blade, its shape concealed beneath the cloth.
"Grandpa, what is this?" (Y/N) asked, their eyes wide with curiosity.
Garp gazed down at his grandchild, a hint of uncertainty in his eyes. The truth was, aside from the sword, he wasn't entirely sure himself. His old friend had given him these mysterious items just before they departed on their journey, and their purpose remained a mystery.
"Garp, when (Y/N) reaches the age of five, I want you to give this to them. It will help them when they get older," were the words of (Y/N)'s father, spoken with a sense of foreboding.
Perplexed, Garp had questioned, "Why would (Y/N) need these?"
His friend had paused for a moment before responding, "Let's just say I have a gut feeling my kid will be as famous as their papa one day and might get into some trouble when they're older. These items might just help them in the future."
"These were gifts from your father," Garp explained to (Y/N), who wore a shocked expression upon hearing about their father.
"MY DAD!?!" (Y/N) exclaimed, not bothering to keep their voice down.
Quickly, Garp gave (Y/N) a light but reprimanding punch on the head and whispered harshly, "Be quiet, brat! Do you want the others to wake up?"
(Y/N), rubbing the small bruise on their head, swiftly apologised in a hushed tone, "Sorry."
Returning their attention to the mysterious box and cloth-wrapped item, these were gifts from their father, a figure who had always been shrouded in mystery to (Y/N).
Contemplating which to open first, (Y/N) decided to unwrap the cloth item, eager to uncover the secrets it held.
As (Y/N) unwrapped the cloth, they revealed a sword, more specifically, a Nichirin blade.
"Cool~" they exclaimed, their eyes gleaming with excitement.
Garp, on the other hand, looked at the blade with a mixture of surprise and bemusement. He couldn't help but wonder, 'Did this brat really gift his child a sword?'
Setting the Nichirin blade gently on the floor, (Y/N) then turned their attention to the box. With careful anticipation, they lifted the lid to discover three intriguing items inside
A green and black checkered haori, neatly folded.
An antique-looking book.
And Earrings?
Each item held its own mystery, leaving (Y/N) with a sense of wonder and curiosity about their father's intentions behind these gifts.
(Y/N) carefully inspected the earrings and haori, their fingers gently tracing the details of each item.
Meanwhile, Garp couldn't help but be taken aback by the striking resemblance of the haori to his old friend's attire. The only noticeable difference was the colour, yet it bore an uncanny resemblance. The earrings, however, were unmistakably identical to those worn by his friend.
'You said that you didn't want your child to be hunted by marines yet your child looks exactly like you and your even giving them clothing that make them look even more like you?!?!'
Garp couldn't help but have an internal crisis over the implications.
As (Y/N) unfolded the haori, their intention to try it on became apparent. However, two things quickly caught their attention. Firstly, the haori was far too large for their small frame. Secondly, something fell from the inside of the haori, capturing their curiosity.
Within the folds of the haori, (Y/N) discovered a note. Curiosity piqued, they picked it up and began to read
"To my dear (Y/N),
I hope this note reaches you well. If it does, then it means that Garp has been taking care of you. these items will help you achieve your dreams and make you stronger .I know you well enough to know that you aren't content with living a mundane life so here are your gifts to achieve your dream Pirate, marine or bounty hunter I will always support your choice
Happy Birthday "
(Y/N) continued to gaze at the note, their expression a mixture of curiosity and perplexity. The absence of a name in the letter left them with no indication of their father's identity. Moreover, the shaky handwriting hinted at the urgency with which the letter had been with written in
The young child couldn't help but wonder about the circumstances that had led to this moment, their father's intentions, and the secrets yet to be unravelled.
As Garp read the note with an intense expression, (Y/N) took the opportunity to pick up the final item in the box, the antique book. It appeared to have been well-maintained over the years, although the pages and cover showed signs of ageing and had become exceedingly delicate. (Y/N) handled it with utmost care, mindful of the fragility of the contents within. The risk of tearing the pages with even a slight mishandling weighed on their mind.
With cautious fingers, (Y/N) gingerly flipped through the pages of the book, skimming the contents. The writing within filled the pages, some of the letters faded with time, but still legible when examined closely. The book held the promise of hidden knowledge and perhaps a glimpse into their mysterious father's intentions.
As (Y/N) skimmed through the pages of the antique book, their eyes were drawn to several sections that intrigued them. Some pages contained descriptions of sword techniques. But it was two particular sections that caught their attention:
Dance of the Fire God.
Sun Breathing.
Curiosity piqued, they turned to their grandfather, Garp, and inquired, "Hey, Grandpa, what's this?"
Garp's eyes widened for a moment before he facepalmed and replied in a somewhat weary tone, "It seems that your father wants you to inherit his way of fighting."
(Y/N) regarded their grandfather with a quizzical expression. "Is that a bad thing?"
Garp hastily clarified, "No, no, no, that's not what I mean." He took a deep breath before continuing, "(Y/N), have you ever wondered why you were left in my care?"
"Not really," replied (Y/N).
Garp hesitated before revealing, "(Y/N), your old man was... not exactly the most law-abiding citizen."
Perplexed, (Y/N) furrowed their brow in a questioning matter
"Your father was a criminal in the Marines' eyes. He was strong and bested many of the older Marines I knew," Garp explained.
"So, Dad was a pirate of some sort, like Ace's dad?" (Y/N) inquired, starting to piece together the puzzle of their father's enigmatic gifts and their hidden legacy.
Garp nodded in response to (Y/N)'s question. "Yes."
Curiosity burned within (Y/N) as they further inquired, "But what are these Breathing techniques and this Sun God dance?"
Garp paused, his expression thoughtful. "I'm not entirely sure myself, but I remember your father practised some sword techniques with these so-called Breathing styles. And as for this Sun Dance, I'm not sure what it is exactly, but it's supposed to be some kind of ritual."
"Really?" (Y/N) was intrigued by the mention of these unique practices.
Their eyes gleamed with newfound determination as they asked, "So does that mean I could become as strong as him?"
"Yes, but it's not easy. I heard that your father practised every night for hours. Do you think you're up for it?"
"YES!" (Y/N) exclaimed enthusiastically, their determination shining through.
Before they could get too carried away, Garp gave them a swift smack on the head and hissed in a hushed tone, "I SAID BE QUIET!"
"OW!"
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𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐲...
It was a bright and early morning in the training room, where the CP9 agents had gathered. They had recently recovered from their injuries and were now eagerly awaiting (Y/N) to commence their training to become stronger.
As (Y/N) entered the room, their attire had changed from the last time they had met the CP9. They now wore a uniform that consisted of a buttoned shirt with a white-framed collar, bearing the symbol for justice on the back, along with a white belt and hakama pants,
(I'm talking about Tanjiro's uniform under his haori)
"You guys are here early! I hope you're prepared for the training," (Y/N) greeted them with enthusiasm.
The CP9 members couldn't hide their excitement, knowing that they were about to embark on a journey to become more formidable and acquire new fighting techniques.
"So, Kamado-san, what are you going to teach us?" one of them inquired.
(Y/N) replied confidently, "Simple. I will teach you all the basics of Haki."
"Haki?" Some of the agents exchanged puzzled glances.
"What's that?" another asked.
(Y/N) smiled and said, "Allow me to explain."
"Haki is a mysterious power that allows the user to utilise their own spiritual energy for various purposes. There are at least three types of Haki: Observation Haki, Armament Haki, and the most powerful, Conqueror's Haki. I will be teaching you the first two," (Y/N) explained.
A CP9 agent raised a question, "Wait, what about the third one?"
"Conqueror's Haki is the rarest form of Haki, and only a few people are born with it. Unless I see a spark of King's Haki in you, there's very little purpose for me to teach you how to control it," (Y/N) clarified.
Understanding the situation, the agents nodded in acknowledgment.
"All right," (Y/N) continued, "Now that I've told you what I'm going to teach, let's get to it!" The room was filled with anticipation as the CP9 members prepared to learn about Observation and Armament Haki from their skilled instructor.
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After nearly six hours of intense training, with small breaks in between, (Y/N) felt proud of the progress the CP9 agents had made. They seemed to have grasped the basics of Armament and Observation Haki. Now, it was time for the final exercise—a sparring match.
In this showdown, the CP9 agents would utilize their Haki and Devil Fruits, while (Y/N) would rely solely on their breathing techniques. The training room crackled with anticipation as the CP9 prepared to face off against their skilled instructor.
Kaku initiated the match, swiftly transitioning into his hybrid form while infusing his armament Haki. He lunged at (Y/N) in an attempt to land a blow, but (Y/N) evaded the attack skillfully by leaping upward towards Lucci and Kalifa.
Kalifa, Blueno, and Kumadori followed suit. Blueno summoned a door with his Devil Fruit ability, aiming to create an opening on (Y/N). Kumadori extended his hair, attempting to ensnare (Y/N), while Kalifa utilized her Devil Fruit power to make the floor slippery.
(Y/N), displaying their agility and combat prowess, effortlessly avoided Kumadori's hair and decided to tackle Kalifa, Blueno, and Kumadori first before taking on the stronger opponents. Leveraging the slippery floor to their advantage, (Y/N) initiated their Water Breathing technique.
"𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦: 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐢𝐝𝐞!" they exclaimed, launching into their attack.
With Kalifa, Blueno, and Kumadori effectively taken down, only three CP9 agents remained—Lucci, Jabra, and Kaku. These formidable operatives, utilizing their Devil Fruit's beast forms and Armament Haki, attempted to overpower (Y/N) in a coordinated assault.
However, (Y/N) proved to be too quick and nimble for them. Drawing upon their extensive training, (Y/N) unleashed a more powerful form of Water Breathing, harnessing their skills to their fullest potential. The room was filled with the sounds of intense combat as the three agents grappled with their skilled instructor, (Y/N) in a battle that showcased their Haki abilities and fighting techniques.
"𝐒𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐡 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐦: 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐥"
And with that, the CP9 found themselves on the floor, utterly exhausted. The Vice-Admiral had managed to defeat them in just five minutes!
(Y/N) stopped in front of the defeated agents and extended a helping hand to assist them in standing. "You know, for beginners in Haki, you guys did very well!"
The group slightly smiled at the compliment it was nice to be praised every once and awhile
"I think that's enough for today," (Y/N) continued, beginning to walk away. However, they stopped mid-stride and turned back to the group.
"By the way, wanna get some udon with me? My treat."
The CP9 visibly smiled, udon with (Y/N) sounds...
Nice