Gojo D. Satoru

As the five Elders deliberated, miles away, a young man floated weightlessly above a mysterious island surrounded by an invisible and impenetrable barrier. His immaculately white hair stood tall towards the sky, and a black eyepatch partially concealed a face with perfect features. His slender figure was accentuated by a black high-collared jacket, paired with fitted trousers and elegant deep black boots.

He was Gojo D. Satoru, the last heir and sole leader of the Gojo D lineage. For five long years, he had secluded himself, dedicating every moment to perfecting his powers. The devastated landscape, dotted with yawning craters, bore witness to the devastating power of his daily training.

"Well, let's see what I can accomplish today," he murmured, his melodious voice carried by the wind. "I will start with the blue."

He focused his cursed energy in his right hand, creating a sphere of azure blue that exerted an irresistible attraction on everything around it, twisting space itself.

"And now, the red, the technique that repels everything from me. It's the other facet of infinite power, the one that makes me untouchable," he declared with a hint of pride.

Then, he shifted his power to his left hand, bringing forth a scarlet sphere that violently pushed away anything daring to approach.

With a gesture, he spun the two spheres around him, creating a whirlwind of antagonistic forces. In one movement, he merged the two orbs into a single purple entity that radiated a blinding light. After admiring it for a few moments, he propelled it towards the sky where it exploded into a dazzling cascade of luminous petals.

"What a sublime spectacle," he sighed. "It's almost regrettable that no one can witness it. But no matter, I have no need for an audience to appreciate my own magnificence. I am self-sufficient," he concluded, an arrogant smile on his face.

After his training, he returned to his abode to relax in a bath. Once refreshed, he examined himself in the mirror and smiled with satisfaction.

"What perfection incarnate! I am flawless from every angle. Without fault, without weakness, without limit. I am Gojo D. Satoru, the most powerful, the most magnificent, the brightest. I am the deity of this world," he said to himself with unwavering conviction.

A laugh escaped from his throat, revealing his complete indifference to anything but himself. After a few hours of well-deserved rest, he decided to finally leave his island sanctuary. With a gesture, he teleported above the island, then delicately removed his eyepatch. His eyes lit up with a supernatural blue, granting him a vision so sharp that it revealed even the tiniest details of existence. After one last gaze at his domain, he vanished into the void, leaving behind only eloquent silence.

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Somewhere in the tumultuous waters of the New World, on a modest island serving as a stopover for sailors in search of provisions, Gojo strolled casually through the bustling streets. A black bandana covered his eyes, inevitably drawing intrigued glances from passersby. Seeking information on the upheavals that had occurred during his five years of isolation, he spotted a tavern with a welcoming appearance. He pushed the door open and entered the establishment, immediately piquing the curiosity of the patrons. Stepping up to the counter, he took a seat on a stool. The bartender, a sturdy man with a bushy mustache, greeted him with a smile.

"What can I get you, stranger?" the innkeeper asked.

"A beer, please," replied Gojo.

"Right away, sir."

As the bartender busied himself, Gojo listened intently, catching snippets of surrounding conversations that mentioned recent upheavals: the appointment of a new fleet admiral, the fierce struggles among powerful pirates for dominance of the seas, and the establishment of a new system called "the Three Powers."

"And here you go! The best beer on the island, served at the perfect temperature," announced the bartender, interrupting his focus. "I notice that these discussions seem to captivate you," he added astutely.

"Indeed... their topics of conversation are particularly interesting," Gojo admitted. "By the way, what exactly do these 'Great Corsairs' and this new fleet admiral I keep hearing about represent?"

"The changes continue to upheave our world," explained the bartender meticulously wiping a few glasses. "Following the appointment of the new fleet admiral, the Navy has established what is now known as the Seven Great Corsairs, fitting into the broader system of the Three Powers."

"What do these Seven Great Corsairs and the Three Powers system consist of?" inquired Gojo, his interest clearly piqued.

"I am a busy man," replied the bartender with a contrite smile. "But if you wish, I can lend you two of my most recent newspapers."

"That would be perfect," Gojo acquiesced.

"One moment, please." The innkeeper briefly disappeared before returning with two carefully folded gazettes. "Here you go, take your time."

Without a word, Gojo took the newspapers and began perusing the headlines, completely absorbed in his reading, indifferent to the surrounding commotion.

"Do you plan to stay in our town?" inquired the bartender.

"No, I have no intention of lingering in these parts," Gojo replied laconically, evidently not inclined to continue the conversation.

"As you wish," conceded the innkeeper, respecting his reserve.

Gojo continued reading, occasionally savoring his amber beer, when suddenly an unexpected laughter escaped his lips.

"Hahahahahaha... fascinating, truly fascinating," he exclaimed after perusing the last lines. The unsettling smile that distorted his features seemed in dissonance with his harmonious face.

"Perhaps you should moderate yourself," intervened the bartender, visibly uncomfortable. "Your expression is... disturbing. Has reading caused you to lose your mind?"

"Do not concern yourself with me," Gojo replied with a dismissive gesture. "I simply find this world particularly entertaining."

"One must be a fool to find amusing a world saturated with violence," retorted the bartender, his face darkening.

Gojo gave him a sidelong glance. "It's the system put in place that I find amusing."

"Are you referring to the Seven Great Corsairs and the Four Emperors?" asked the tavern keeper, perplexed. "I fail to see what's amusing about them."

"I find them deeply intriguing. They are pirates each with a unique style, personal ambitions, and territories," explained Gojo as he delicately placed his glass down. "They clash with each other, challenge the Navy, compete with other pirates. They make this world pulsate, make it alive and unpredictable."

"Nevertheless, their danger is undeniable, isn't it? They leave a trail of victims behind, sow chaos, challenge the established order."

"The sea is a dangerous place where only talent, power, and ambition allow survival," replied Gojo as he swiveled his stool to lean back casually. "Their thoughts fundamentally diverge, and yet, they all covet the same treasure... the One Piece!"

The bartender remained silent for a moment before resuming, "Are you suggesting you yourself are considering a pirate's career?"

"Me? Hahahaha... I have no need to fly the black flag to enjoy my freedom. After all, I am the most in this world, the only one worthy of honor," he affirmed as his eyes of supernatural blue briefly revealed themselves.

A heavy silence fell instantly over the assembly. None dared contradict this stranger as the intimidating aura he now emitted chilled the blood in their veins.

"What are your intentions?" the bartender finally dared to ask, his voice strained.

"Well... I have decided to become a pirate," he revealed with an enigmatic smile.

"How? Did you not just claim to possess a power that frees you from this necessity?"

"This world is full of entertainment, and I intend to fully participate in these festivities," he declared as he rose to leave.

Even after his departure, an oppressive silence continued to reign in the tavern. The words spoken by this mysterious young man still echoed in everyone's minds, leaving each to ponder their unsettling meaning.