Part 1

Darkness. Silence. A floating sensation, weightless yet strangely peaceful.

Juno Keith felt nothing. Not pain, not fear—just the odd realization that he was no longer alive.

The last thing he remembered was the screech of tires, the blinding glow of headlights, and the overwhelming force of impact. Then, the world had been swallowed by blackness.

But now, as his awareness returned, so did his senses. His feet landed on something solid, though when he looked down, there was nothing but an endless void beneath him. He wasn't in a hospital. He wasn't in heaven or hell.

He was in a place that simply was.

Before him, a grand wooden chair sat in the middle of the infinite whiteness. In it lounged an elderly man with a long silver beard and eyes that seemed to pierce through existence itself. His aura wasn't oppressive, nor was it particularly warm. He simply was.

The man, no—the God—smiled.

"Another one," he mused, his voice deep yet oddly amused. "You mortals just can't seem to avoid getting hit by trucks, can you?"

Juno's mind reeled. Is this real? Am I dreaming? But no. Something deep inside told him that this was no hallucination.

"Are you… God?" Juno asked cautiously.

"I go by many names, but for you, sure. Let's go with God."

A flood of emotions crashed into Juno—confusion, fear, and excitement. He had read countless stories about reincarnation, transmigration, and second chances. Was this his turn?

"Am I getting another shot?" he asked, trying to keep the hope out of his voice.

God chuckled. "You catch on quickly. Yes, I'm offering you a new life in another world."

Juno's heart pounded. A fresh start. A chance to live out the kind of fantasy he had always dreamed about. But then another thought struck him.

"What's the catch?"

"No catch," God said. "Consider it my gift to you. But I'll sweeten the deal. You get to choose a few advantages for your next life."

Juno's mind raced. One Piece. It has to be One Piece.

"I want to be reborn in the world of One Piece," he said without hesitation.

God nodded. "And what gifts do you desire?"

Juno grinned, already forming the perfect build in his mind.

First: "I want a body with infinite growth potential. No limits, no caps. Just pure, unrestricted growth." Like Saitama, but with the ability to continuously evolve, adapting endlessly.

Second: "I want the full power of the Eight-Tailed Beast, Gyūki—but with a unique look. I want my skin to be blue, my horns black, and my chakra to be my own, not just a copy." The idea of being a monstrous powerhouse in the world of One Piece thrilled him.

Third: "I want to look like Gojo Satoru, complete with his signature blue eyes." If he was going to stand out, might as well do it in style.

God let out a low whistle. "Interesting choices. You've got ambition, I'll give you that." He raised a hand, and suddenly, a glowing stamp appeared above Juno's chest. With a single motion, God slammed it down, marking him with divine approval.

Juno's body dissolved into golden light.

"Enjoy your new life, Yami D. Oushi."

Then, everything vanished.

Cold.

A sharp, biting chill clung to his small, fragile body. A musty scent of damp wood and decay filled his nostrils, and the faint sound of scurrying rats reached his ears.

Juno—no, Yami D. Oushi—gasped, his lungs heaving as he sucked in air like a drowning man. His hands, tiny and trembling, clenched into weak fists.

He pushed himself upright, feeling the rough, splintered floor beneath his fingers. His body ached, his stomach twisted in agony, and his skin clung to his bones—this body had been starved to death.

Breathing heavily, Yami struggled to take in his surroundings. The room—if one could even call it that—was barely more than a shack, its walls rotting, the roof partially caved in. A broken mirror rested in the corner, its glass cracked and fogged with dust.

Slowly, he forced himself to crawl toward it.

The moment he caught sight of his reflection, his breath hitched.

Brilliant blue eyes stared back at him, glowing like polished sapphires in the dim light. His hair, white as snow, hung messily over his forehead. But it was the rest of him that caught his attention—his skin, sickly pale, but beneath it, he could feel something powerful thrumming in his veins.

He reached up, brushing his fingers over his small forehead. No horns. Not yet, at least. His body was weak now, but it wouldn't stay that way.

Yami D. Oushi was born into a body that had already given up on life. This child had been abandoned, forgotten, left to rot in this miserable shack.

A cruel fate. But not for him.

Juno Keith had died in a world that took everything from him without remorse. But this? This was his second chance.

His stomach growled fiercely, a painful reminder that his first priority needed to be food. If he didn't eat soon, this second chance might end before it even began.

He steadied himself, forcing his weak body to its feet.

"First, I find out where I am," he muttered. His voice was hoarse, dry from dehydration. "Then, I survive."

Because in the world of One Piece, there were only two types of people—the weak and the strong.

And he sure as hell wasn't planning on staying weak.

Chapter 3: The Orphan's Hunger

The wind was cool against his skin, but Yami barely noticed it. His limbs felt like lead, his stomach twisted in unbearable hunger, and every step he took away from the shack was a battle against weakness.

But he refused to collapse again.

His ears twitched, picking up the faint gurgling of flowing water. It wasn't far. He forced himself forward, trudging through the uneven ground, his bare feet scraping against roots and rocks. His vision blurred slightly, but he clenched his fists, pushing past the dizziness.

After a few agonizing minutes, he stumbled out of the thick foliage into a small clearing.

Before him, a slow-moving stream reflected the sky, its clear waters shimmering under the morning light.

Relief flooded his body.

Yami staggered forward, dropping to his knees at the edge of the water. Without hesitation, he plunged his head in, gulping down mouthfuls of the cool, refreshing liquid. His dry throat burned from the sudden intake, but he didn't care. The water tasted better than anything he had ever imagined.

After several deep gulps, he pulled his head out, gasping for air. He rolled onto his back, staring up at the sky through the sparse tree canopy. For the first time since waking up in this new world, he felt a tiny bit better.

Then, his stomach let out a thunderous growl.

He exhaled through his nose. Water is good, but I need food.

Pushing himself up, Yami turned his gaze back to the stream. Fish. Several of them. Large enough to fill his belly if he could catch them.

He thought about just diving in and trying to grab one, but that would be stupid. The moment he lunged, they'd all scatter. He needed a plan.

His first thought was spearing them with a stick, but the rippling water made that unreliable. Plus, one sudden movement would make the rest wary.

His eyes flickered around the clearing, searching for something useful. That's when he spotted a tree with a low-hanging branch.

Dragging himself toward it, he grabbed the branch with both hands and pulled with all his strength.

A loud crack echoed through the woods as it snapped off. The sudden burst of exertion sent him crashing to the ground, exhausted. His vision swam, his breath came in short bursts, but he clenched his teeth and forced himself back onto his feet.

Weakness was temporary. Hunger was temporary.

Survival was everything.

Holding the branch, he returned to the stream. Instead of attacking the fish directly, he waded into the water downstream, ensuring they wouldn't immediately notice him. He moved carefully, keeping his steps light to avoid making too many ripples.

Step by step, he moved upstream, gently guiding the fish toward a natural crevice in the riverbed. When three of them were tightly packed in, with nowhere to escape—

He struck.

His hands shot into the water, grabbing the slippery fish with an iron grip. One by one, he yanked them out, tossing them onto the shore. They flopped violently, but Yami didn't hesitate.

He lunged, biting into the first fish.

Warm, raw flesh filled his mouth. He barely chewed, swallowing large chunks as his instincts screamed for nourishment. It was disgusting, slimy, and tasted of salt and river grime.

But he didn't care.

By the time he was finished, only bones and inedible parts remained. His stomach was still empty, but the sharp pain had dulled slightly.

Breathing heavily, Yami sat against a tree, his body slowly recovering.

His senses sharpened. For the first time, he became aware of something new.

Laughter.

The distant sound of children playing.

His ears twitched. Someone was nearby.

He pushed himself up and followed the noise. His body still ached, his steps were clumsy, but he pressed forward.

Through the bushes, he saw them—two kids, a boy and a girl, playing near an old tree swing. The boy had dark brown skin, a wild afro, and a pair of goggles on his head. The girl had long blonde hair, delicate features, and a soft, white dress.

Yami stepped forward, accidentally snapping a branch underfoot.

The children froze.

Wide eyes locked onto his ragged form.

The boy immediately moved in front of the girl, shielding her. His eyes were wary but not afraid.

"Who are you?" the boy demanded.

Yami's dry lips parted. His voice came out hoarse.

"…Yami."

The girl peeked out from behind the boy, her expression turning to one of concern.

"You don't look so good," she said softly.

Yami swallowed, his throat still rough from thirst and hunger. "I'm… hungry."

The boy looked back at the girl, then nodded. "Wait here."

Before Yami could react, the two kids turned and ran toward the village.

Yami clenched his fists, considering his next move. He had no strength to run, no energy to fight if this was a mistake. All he could do was wait.

A few minutes later, the boy returned—with an adult.

A dark-haired woman with kind eyes and a gentle face approached. The boy stood beside her, arms crossed.

"My name is Banchina," the woman introduced herself. She placed a hand on the boy's shoulder. "This is my son, Usopp. And this," she gestured to the blonde girl, "is Kaya."

Yami's breath hitched. he thought to himself, "Syrup Village."

East Blue. The home of Usopp. The start of Luffy's journey.

His mind raced. He was in the timeline. He wasn't in some unknown part of the world—he was in a place he knew.

If this was Syrup Village, then Luffy wouldn't arrive for years.

Yami's stomach growled again, bringing him out of his thoughts. Banchina smiled.

"Come, child. Let's get you something warm to eat."

She led him to her home, where a hot bowl of porridge was set in front of him. The moment it touched his hands, he devoured it, barely stopping to breathe.

The room fell into silence as they watched him.

When the bowl was empty, Yami licked it clean.

Banchina chuckled softly. "You must've been starving."

Yami placed the bowl down and looked up at them, acting unaware he asked "Where… is this place?"

Banchina gave him a gentle look. "You're in Syrup Village, East Blue."

Banchina frowned slightly. "Where are your parents, Yami?"

Yami blinked. His mind quickly formed a story.

"…I was on a ship with my family," he lied. "There was a storm. I don't remember much… I woke up on the shore and wandered into the woods. I found an old shack and fell asleep."

Banchina's eyes softened.

"You poor thing…"

Yami lowered his gaze, doing his best to look lost and helpless.

It worked.

Banchina reached out, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. "You can stay here for now. We'll figure something out."

Yami clenched his fists under the table.

Syrup Village. The start of everything.

Banchina watched Yami closely as she noticed him clenching his fist under the table. His ragged clothes and frail form spoke of hardship, but his piercing blue eyes held something else—determination.

"How old are you, Yami?" she asked gently.

Yami hesitated before answering, "I'm nine."

Banchina's expression softened further. "You're the same age as Usopp." She glanced at her son, who was watching Yami with curiosity.

She took a deep breath as if coming to a decision. "Then, if you want, you can stay with us. Consider this your home."

Yami's fingers clenched around the empty bowl. A home.

Before he could respond, Banchina stood up. "I'll need to inform the village about you. We'll see if we can gather some supplies to help you settle in."

She left briefly, and by evening, word had spread.

The people of Syrup Village, moved by the tragic story of a shipwrecked orphan, came together to help.

A tailor provided new clothes.

A retired scholar gifted him old books.

And a local blacksmith named Mr. Ash—a burly man with a thick beard—offered to teach him the basics of smithing whenever he had free time.

Yami wasn't used to kindness. His previous life had been isolating, and this warmth from strangers felt foreign. But he accepted their generosity, determined to repay it someday.

Months Passed

Yami changed.

He was no longer a starving orphan on the brink of death. His once frail body filled out with muscle. His pale skin gained a healthy glow. His striking blue eyes—resembling gems under the sunlight—drew the admiration of the village girls.

Despite being the same age as Usopp, Yami's height and sturdy build made him look older.

His daily routine became structured.

in the mornings, He read the books gifted to him, absorbing knowledge like a sponge.

in the afternoon, He trained under Mr. Ash, learning the art of blacksmithing.

And every evening, He played with Usopp and Kaya, growing closer to both of them.

At night, after curfew, he sneaked out and trained in secret. Yami hadn't forgotten what world he was in. Pirates, Marines, monsters.

Power was necessary.

So, every night, he returned to the abandoned shack he had first woken up in. He repaired and reinforced it over time, turning it into a hidden hideout.

Then, he trained. The first few months had been about recovery, but once his body regained its strength, he focused on,

Physical Training. Intense full-body workouts—push-ups, squats, sprints, and endurance exercises. His body responded quickly thanks to his limitless potential.

He could feel the immense power of the Eight-Tails inside himself, but he couldn't control it yet. He used the Leaf Concentration method he remembered from Naruto, sticking leaves to his forehead and maintaining it through the use of chakra.

He discovered that even after training to exhaustion, he could fully recover after only two hours of sleep. His progress was rapid—inhumanly fast.

A year passed.

His body became more defined, stronger. His control over his chakra improved, but he still had a long way to go before mastering it.

Usopp wasn't blind One night, while they were out stargazing, he finally asked, "Yami, how are you getting so strong?"

Yami hesitated but decided not to lie.

That night, Usopp followed him to the shack, and with yami's guidance, he trained his body under the stars.

Though his progress wasn't as fast as Yami's, he trained alongside him. He couldn't match Yami's monstrous stamina, but his marksmanship and agility improved.

Yami had made up his mind. He would leave Syrup Village at 14. Until then, he would prepare.

Alongside training, his smithing skills grew. He had one goal—to wield eight swords, just like Killer Bee.

He had time. He had resources.

Now, he just needed to perfect himself.

Two years passed. Yami, now 12, was no longer just a boy with potential—he was a force in the making.

His chakra control had evolved beyond just sticking leaves to his body. He had advanced to, walking up trees effortlessly, even sprinting while upside down. Scaling mountains, maintaining his grip even on sheer rock faces. Walking on water, a feat that once seemed impossible, but now felt like second nature.

Mastering these techniques allowed him to control the Eight-Tails' chakra more efficiently. Though he hadn't yet tapped into full transformation, he could manifest the chakra cloak for short periods.

But chakra control wasn't enough.

Through sheer determination, Yami unlocked both Observation and Armament Haki.

He could sense emotions, predict movements, and feel the presence of others even from a distance. His awareness of the world sharpened to the point that he could fight blindfolded if needed.

his armament haki first manifested as a slight black tint on his fists. But as months passed, he hardened his entire arms, legs, and even weapons with ease. By the end of his second year of training, he had hardened his skin completely, making his body as tough as steel.

Yami knew that Conqueror's Haki might also be within him, but for now, he focused on sharpening what he had.

The Forge of the Young Blacksmith

Under Mr. Ash's guidance, Yami had learned everything about metalwork. Once his teacher declared there was nothing more he could teach, Yami built his own forge in the woods near his secret hideout.

Using whatever materials he could salvage—discarded metal, broken weapons, even melted-down tools—he began crafting his own weapons.

With knowledge from his past life's favorite show, Forged in Fire, he remembered how to:

Fold steel to increase durability.

Quench and temper blades to strengthen them.

Test sharpness by slicing through logs, rope, and even animal bone.

His first true creations were four blades, forged from a mix of iron, steel, and sea stones he found embedded in old anchors.

They weren't perfect—but they were deadly.

He trained with them every night, wielding them in pairs, singularly, or switching mid-fight.

His dream of using eight swords was still far off, but this was the first step.

Usopp's Though he lacked Yami's monstrous talent, he was no slouch.

With Yami's guidance, he awakened both Armament and Observation Haki.

His Armament Haki wasn't as refined, but he could coat his projectiles, making his attacks hit harder.

His Observation Haki developed fast, allowing him to sense incoming attacks and improve his aim to near perfection.

Yami even forged Usopp's first real slingshot out of iron and wood, a weapon designed to last a lifetime.

The cowardly Usopp of the original timeline was already being rewritten.

Despite their intense routines, Yami and Usopp never neglected the village.

They helped Kaya, who was always eager to learn about Yami's "adventures

They hunted in the forests, selling furs for extra money.

Banchina fell ill, and they cared for her, taking turns feeding and watching over her.

Yami knew how much Banchina's death had affected Usopp in the original story.

So, he decided.

He wouldn't let her die.

Using his hunting profits, he bought medicine, nutritious food, and even sought out herbal remedies from wandering traders.

Slowly, Banchina's condition stabilized.

Usopp no longer had to live in fear of waking up one day and finding his mother gone.

Yami had changed fate.

The Shadows of Syrup Village

But one thing remained unchanged.

Klahadore.

Yami knew him by his real name—Captain Kuro.

For two years, he had carefully observed the so-called butler, watching for signs of his plan.

Yami wasn't naive.

Before he left at 14, he would deal with Kuro.

No matter what.

They're Nightly Training Continued, At 12 years old, Usopp and Yami were monsters in the making.

Usopp's slingshot skills had become legendary. With Haki-enhanced projectiles, his shots were as deadly as bullets, his strength and speed comparable to the post-timeskip Usopp from the original timeline. Every night, he trained his precision, learning to hit targets blindfolded while moving at full speed.

Yami, on the other hand, had far surpassed any normal human.

His mastery over chakra control allowed him to channel energy instinctively.

He had pushed his Observation and Armament Haki to a level few could match.

like a die-hard one peice fan, he had learned and memorized the 6 forms of Rokushiki, the Marines' secret martial arts. step by step he mastered each technique.

Geppo (Moonwalk): He could stay airborne for minutes at a time.

Tekkai (Iron Body): His skin could withstand cannon fire.

Soru (Shave): His speed blurred his body into afterimages.

Rankyaku (Tempest Kick): He could cut down trees with a single kick.

Kami-e (Paper Art): He dodged like water, flowing past attacks with ease.

Shigan (Finger Gun): He could pierce solid stone with a flick of his fingers.

Each skill, combined with chakra-enhanced strength, made him a force no pirate in East Blue could contend with.

But he wasn't ready for the world yet.

One day, while hunting deep in the island's forests, Usopp spotted something.

A ship.

It had a black cat Jolly Roger.

Yami felt his blood run cold.

"This is too soon."

The Black Cat Pirates weren't supposed to arrive for another five years, but he wasn't about to take any chances.

Silently, the two boys stashed their hunt and made their way toward the secluded beach.

Perched high in the trees, Yami sharpened his hearing, while Usopp read their lips with his enhanced eyesight.

They watched as Klahadore—no, Captain Kuro—walked calmly to meet the pirates rowing ashore.

Yami focused, listening to every word.

> "The world is changing," one pirate informed Kuro.

"The Four Emperors have claimed their territories. The Navy's Warlord system is in effect. It's getting harder to move without attracting attention."

Kuro's response was calm, calculated, and ruthless.

> "Stick to the plan. In two years, we execute the operation. Come back then."

With that, the pirates rowed back to their ship and sailed away.

Usopp was worried.

Yami was excited.

"A ship. A free ship… delivered right when I need it."

Originally, Yami planned to swim away at 14, but now he had a better plan.

Returning to the village, Yami warned Usopp, "Don't do anything reckless. Kuro won't move until his plan is ready. We wait."

For the next two years, Yami trained harder than ever.

The Final Transformation Before Departure

At 14 years old, Yami was ready to leave.

On the surface, he was an above-average teenager—kind, diligent, and well-liked by the villagers.

But in the shadows, he had become a warrior unlike any in East Blue.

Chakra Control and Partial Transformations

He had completely tamed Gyūki's chakra. he was gyuki.

He could manifest chakra cloaks at will.

His physical enhancements made him faster and stronger than most grown men.

He had partial transformations, summoning tentacles for offense and defense.

He avoided fully transforming into Gyūki.

A massive, blue octopus-bull, the size of King Ghidorah, appearing in East Blue? That would bring every Marine in the world hunting him.

Combining Rokushiki with chakra turned him into an unstoppable force.

Geppo + Chakra: He could fly for short bursts.

Tekkai + Chakra Armor: His defense became impenetrable.

Soru + Chakra Boost: His speed surpassed even superhumans.

Rankyaku infused with Wind Chakra: His kicks became air blades, slicing through trees.

He didn't need a Devil Fruit.

He didn't need external power.

"I will take on this world on my own terms."

At 14 years old, Yami was no longer a boy.

He stood at 6'4"—taller than most men.

His white wavy hair reached his shoulders.

His piercing blue eyes shone like sapphires, captivating anyone who saw him.

His body was a masterpiece, resembling a warrior in his prime.

A few days later, the rains pounded against the shores of East Blue. The waves stirred violently as a storm raged across the sea. The Black Cat Pirates were making their way toward the secluded beach—a secret meeting place. The calm waters of the cove, usually untouched by ships, now swelled with the incoming tide, threatening to swallow everything in its path.

Kuro, his face as cold as ever, had left Kaya at home in Syrup Village, unaware that his hidden past would soon unravel. He was heading toward his rendezvous with his crew—silent, calculating, and as deadly as ever.

Meanwhile, on the opposite side of the island, Yami and Usopp were preparing for the end of Captain Kuro's and his crew. Their plan was set, and tonight, they would wipe out every last pirate from the Black Cat Pirates.

The storm was an advantage. The rain poured down, masking the sound of their movements. Usopp, ever the sharp-eyed sniper, climbed a rocky outcrop, watching the water. He had a perfect vantage point—he could pick off anyone from miles away, but tonight, he would focus on the boats first.

Yami, however, had a different approach. His tentacles, like shadows beneath the water, moved faster than any man could see. He submerged himself and darted toward the pirate ship like a missile. His tentacles propelled him forward, cutting through the water effortlessly.

As he neared the ship, Yami climbed up the sides and onto the deck, his body flowing like water, silent as death itself. He observed the pirates through his Observation Haki—feeling their presence, knowing their every move.

With a quick flick of his hand, Yami used shigan, each shot slicing through the air with deadly precision. The two pirates in the crow's nest never saw him coming. They dropped, their bodies falling lifeless to the deck with no sound—just the whisper of wind and the pounding rain.

On the deck, another four pirates wandered aimlessly, unaware of the death that would soon greet them. Yami moved with blinding speed, his blade flashing through the air. Each strike was clean and silent—four men down before they even realized they were under attack.

Below deck, the situation was the same. Seven pirates moved around aimlessly, unaware that their lives were about to end. Yami dispatched them with the same silent efficiency. Every blow was calculated, every movement designed to be as invisible as possible.

He felt nothing. No regret. No fear. Just a simple, cold determination to do what was necessary. The pirates were a threat to his future, and this was the cost of securing it.

After confirming the last of them were dead with Observation Haki, Yami slipped back into the water. His body melded into the darkness, his form a shadow beneath the waves. He swam back to shore with speed no human should possess, leaving nothing but dead men behind him.

On the beach, Usopp had already made his move. The remaining pirates in the life boats were easy prey for his Haki-infused slingshot. With expert precision, three pirates fell to Usopp's shots, each bullet coated with Armament Haki. The young sniper had come a long way, now able to fight at levels he once only dreamed of.

When Captain Kuro finally arrived, he was surrounded. Yami stood tall, his piercing blue eyes locked onto Kuro's with a cold intensity. Usopp stood behind him, his face a mixture of concern and determination.

Kuro, sensing the danger, smirked.

Kuro: "So, it's you two. What a waste. You think you can stand against me?"

Yami stepped forward, his voice steady and calm.

Yami: "No, Kuro. We don't just stand. We eliminate."

Kuro's eyes narrowed. He reached for his swords, But before he could draw those wierd ass finger blades, Usopp fired a Haki-coated shot at Kuro's chest, forcing him to stagger back. The impact cracked several of his ribs.

Kuro: taking a knee. "Hmph. the rest of my men will arrive soon, then you'll both be done for"

Yami: "yeah, no. those guys aint coming."

With that, Yami molded a massive ball of chakra in his hand. It swirled with immense power, crackling in the storm as Yami locked his eyes onto Kuro's.

In a single, swift motion, Yami plunge ball of chakra straight at Kuro. The sphere of energy exploded on contact, engulfing Kuro in a blinding light. The sound of the explosion was deafening, and when the light cleared, Captain Kuro was gone—obliterated in an instant.

With the Black Cat Pirates wiped out, Yami turned his attention to their ship.

He had made his decision. He would claim this pirate vessel as his own, but he needed it to be untraceable—something that would blend into the shadows.

Using his ink, Yami coated the ship, transforming it into a black vessel, even painting the sails with the ink until they too were dark as night. The ship's new Jolly Roger was a white flag with a black bull at its center—his new symbol.

Below deck, he found the pirates' modest fortune—30 million berries in gold and other valuables. But what caught his attention were the swords and rifles. He knew how to make good use of them.

Using his folding steel method, Yami crafted eight blades, each one honed to perfection. The finished weapons were incredible, and he couldn't wait to wield them himself. These would be his weapons of choice, just as Killer Bee wielded his own set of eight swords.

Once the ship was ready and the pirates buried in a ditch, Yami turned to Usopp.

Yami: "Go back to the village. Tell them everything. Tell them that Kuro is dead and that they're safe now."

Usopp nodded, though his face was filled with doubt.

Usopp: "But... what about you?"

Yami: "I have my own plans. Don't worry about me."

Yami, now the owner of the Black Cat Pirate ship, stood silently by the cove, looking out into the stormy seas. He had taken his first step toward his true goal. The world was still full of dangers, but Yami was ready to face them head-on. He had mastered the skills, acquired the strength, and gathered the resources necessary to reshape the world as he saw fit.

The seas of East Blue were stirring, and the Black Bull Pirate Crew was about to make its mark.

The wind howled as Yami returned to Syrup Village, the darkened sky reflecting the storm brewing inside his chest. He wore his newly crafted blades on his back—his eight swords—each one forged with meticulous care, their darkened steel gleaming in the pale light. He was no longer the sickly, broken child who had washed up on the shore of this quiet village. He was a warrior now, and the world beyond the island awaited him.

His mind was focused on the road ahead, but there was one final thing he needed to do: say goodbye.

The familiar sights of Syrup Village brought a bittersweet feeling. He walked into Banchina's house, where she and Kaya were sitting by the fire. The room was warm and inviting, but the tension was palpable. Kaya's eyes were red, tears staining her cheeks, while Banchina looked at him with a mixture of concern and sorrow.

Yami stepped forward, his tall form casting a shadow in the doorway.

Yami: "I've made up my mind. I'm leaving the village. I'm going to be a pirate."

There was a long silence, but it was Kaya's voice that broke the stillness. She stood up, her hands trembling.

Kaya: "I... I can't believe this. You—" She paused, trying to steady her emotions. "You're leaving too? After everything? And now I find out that someone I trusted was planning to betray me?"

Yami felt a pang of guilt. He hadn't intended to hurt her, but the truth of Kuro's deception had to come out, and there was no easy way to say goodbye.

Banchina, her health still fragile, spoke up from her seat. She looked at Yami with understanding, even though her heart was heavy.

Banchina: "I know you have to do what's best for you, Yami. Even though it breaks my heart to see you go, I understand. Just promise me... you'll be careful. Promise me you'll look after Usopp.

Yami: "I promise."

Yami's gaze shifted to Usopp, standing quietly by the door. The young sniper had been unusually silent, but there was no mistaking the look in his eyes—he had already made his decision.

Usopp: "I'm coming with you, Yami."

Yami raised an eyebrow, but there was a knowing smile on his face. Usopp had been more than a friend; he had become a brother in arms. His skills had grown beyond mere slingshot tricks. The boy had found his strength.

Yami: "I thought you might say that." He nodded. "We'll leave a month from today. I'll need you to be sure, Usopp. This is no easy life. It's dangerous, but if you're ready, then I welcome you."

Usopp grinned, his usual cocky smile returning.

Usopp: "I'm ready."

Kaya, who had been silent for a moment, finally spoke again, but this time with a mixture of sadness and resolve.

Kaya: "I want to go with you too... but I know I'm not strong enough. I can't make it on the seas yet."

Yami knelt down to her level, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.

Yami: "Kaya, you're strong. You have more strength than you realize. But I understand. The seas are no place for someone without the power to defend themselves." He smiled faintly. "When the time comes, though, I promise I'll come back for you. You're not alone, Kaya. You have all of us."

Kaya tried to hold back her tears, nodding with a small smile.

Kaya: "Take care of each other. And... take care of yourself, Yami."

Over the next few weeks, Yami did everything he could to prepare for his journey. He hunted in the forest, stockpiling meat, vegetables, and fruit. He also ensured they had fresh water—enough to last them for the long journey ahead. Every spare moment he had, he spent training, honing his combat skills and chakra control.

During this time, Yami had a thought: he had never tried elemental bending, and with his vast chakra reserves, he was capable of mastering the four elements. It was time to try.

He quickly realized that water and earth manipulation came naturally to him, flowing with ease as he shaped them. However, fire and lightning were more difficult, requiring more concentration. It was a challenge he welcomed. The air bending techniques he'd absorbed through his mastery of the Rokushiki came almost effortlessly, as they were similar in nature to his Geppo (sky walk). The more he practiced, the more control he gained.

It wasn't long before he felt confident with the elements, even beginning to combine them with his Rokushiki techniques. With the air, water, earth, fire, and lightning at his disposal, he was prepared to face anything the seas could throw at him.

As the day of departure grew closer, Yami knew that his first steps into the world of piracy would be marked with violence and bloodshed. His destination was already set: the 77th Marine Base, and he planned to hit them hard—destroy them completely and rob them blind. But first, he would have to say his final goodbyes.

The day arrived, and the Black Bull Pirate Ship was ready to sail. Yami stood by the docks, his back to the village as he faced the open sea. The black sails of his ship rippled in the wind, a new symbol of freedom—his symbol—blown by the gusts of wind.

Banchina, weak but resolute, kissed Usopp on the forehead.

Banchina: "Take care of each other. And if you can, find a way to make things right with that father of yours."

Usopp: "I will, Mom. I promise."

Kaya, her voice trembling, stood by Yami's side. he handed her a bundle of training manuals he had kept for her, her face flushed with emotion.

Kaya: "I can't go with you, but when you come back, I'll be ready. I'll train harder than ever. And... thank you. For everything."

Yami: "You'll be ready, Kaya. Don't worry." He turned and gave a respectful bow to the others. "And I'll find him. I'll find your husband for you, and I'll make him pay for every year he's kept you waiting."

The ship's anchor was pulled up, and with a creak of the wooden planks, the Black Bull Pirates set sail, the waters ahead dark and vast. Their first stop was the 77th Marine Base. The world awaited them.

As they sailed into the night, Yami stood at the bow, staring into the darkness that lay ahead. The world was waiting for them, and it would be theirs to conquer.

He had set his sights on the Grand Line, and nothing—not even the Marines or the World Government—would stop him.

The Black Bull Pirates had set sail, and their adventure was just beginning.

Chapter 9: The Raid on the 77th Branch Marine Base

The Black Bull Pirates were underway, their ship cutting through the dark waters of the East Blue. After a full seven hours at sea, Yami had spent the time practicing his elemental bending, particularly trying to control the ship by manipulating the wond and water. The ship's speed and direction responded to his will, guided by his ability to manipulate the water beneath them. Even the Calm Belt was no obstacle for them—the ship sliced through the waters with ease, as if Yami had mastered the very tides themselves.

The moonless night shrouded their movements. There would be no witnesses to what was about to unfold.

The 77th Marine Base was asleep, under the false comfort of calm seas. No one had expected the Black Bull Pirates to strike tonight. The base was nestled on the edge of a rocky cove, unprepared for an attack in the middle of the night.

Yami stood at the bow, his mind focused. Without a word, he dove off the ship, plunging into the cold, dark waters below. He submerged, transforming as he sank deeper, his body shifting into the shape of Gyuki—the eight-tailed beast. His body was now the size of a massive bull, with blue skin, black horns, and tentacles extending from his waist like massive whip-like appendages.

He took a deep breath, expanding his form even further, feeling the immense power coursing through his veins. His tentacles lashed out, churning the sea into a violent storm. With one sweep, he created a massive tidal wave, crashing into the base. The waves swept over the docks, washing everything in its path, tearing the base apart with terrifying force. Marines scrambled, caught completely off-guard, as their defenses were obliterated in an instant.

Yami's voice echoed in the chaos, though no one could hear it over the crash of the waves.

Yami: "Let's make sure no one escapes."

With the wave receding, Yami transformed back into his human form, swimming back toward the ship. As he climbed aboard, Usopp was already at his post, eyes narrowed as he surveyed the chaos below using observation haki from the crow's nest. His aim was steady, his hands swift. He knocked out the remaining Marines stationed along the top deck with carefully aimed shots—his Haki-coated pellets knocking them unconscious before they could even raise the alarm.

Yami took the helm, steering the ship into dock at the Marine base with precision. The ship came to a halt with a loud creak, the warship's bow gently tapping the quay. Yami leaped ashore, his blades ready, and Usopp descended from the crow's nest to join him.

The Marines were still dazed from the tidal assault, but some were beginning to rally, desperate to put up a fight. Yami wasted no time, cutting down any remaining soldiers who still had the strength to resist. His swordwork was brutal and swift, and within the next hour, the entire base had been neutralized.

With the base now secured, Yami and Usopp began their raid. They scoured every room, every office, collecting anything of value.

Yami found Den Den Mushi in the captain's office. He the turned to the room of treasures. Weapons, ammo, gold, and bills—everything of worth was taken. In total, Yami and Usopp looted just over one hundred million berries, enough to set them up for a long time.

However, as Yami glanced back at the base's docks, he saw his dilemma. The Black Bull Pirates' current ship wasn't large enough to carry all the loot. The weight alone would sink the ship in no time.

He thought for a moment, then turned his attention to the nearby warship that had somehow survived the tidal wave. It was anchored at the far end of the port, seemingly untouched by the chaos.

Yami: "We're switching ships. The loot won't fit in ours. Let's move everything."

Usopp didn't hesitate. His face was already filled with determination. He had grown to trust Yami, to follow his lead without question. They had been through enough together to know what had to be done.

While Usopp kept watch from the crow's nest, Yami began moving with blinding speed. His tentacles surged out, wrapping around barrels and crates, lifting them from the destroyed base and onto the warship. In just a few hours, three hundred crates—filled with berries, weapons, ammunition, and other valuables—had been transferred from the Black Bull and the base to the warship.

Within three hours, they had everything on board, and the Black Bull's ship was left empty—a ghost ship, completely gutted and ready for destruction.

Before they departed, Yami and Usopp took a moment to have some fun.

They gathered the unconscious Marines, piling them up in a heep. Afterward, they climbed on top of the pile, each striking a menacing pose, grinning from ear to ear.

Yami held up the recording den den mushi, capturing the moment for posterity. Dead-Eye Usopp and Mad Bull Yami were about to make their mark on the East Blue.

Yami: "This is a message for anyone who might think they can stop us. The Black Bull Pirates are here to stay."

He then wrote a note, carving it into the sand before burning it with a wave of fire. The note read:

"The Black Bull Pirates were here. Dead-Eye Usopp. Mad Bull Yami."

Then, with a flick of his hand, Yami set fire to the base, the flames quickly consuming the wreckage. The Black Bull Pirates had left their mark, and the smoke from the burning base billowed into the sky as a final warning to anyone who dared to cross them.

Yami stood at the helm of the warship, staring out into the horizon. The sea was calm now, but he knew the next stage of their journey would bring new challenges.

Usopp stood beside him, his eyes gleaming with excitement. This was the beginning of their journey, and they were ready to take on the world.

With the Black Bull Jolly Roger now flying proudly above their new ship, the Black Bull Pirates set sail once more, their next target already in sight.

Yami: "Next stop—the 16th Marine Base. We'll take it before the sun sets."

And with that, the Black Bull Pirates sailed off into the night, leaving the burning ruins of the 77th Branch behind them, the wind howling as they journeyed deeper into the East Blue, ready for whatever came next.

Chapter 10: The Black Bull Pirates Strike Again

The Black Bull Pirates had set their sights on their next target: Captain Nezumi's Marine base on Conomi Island. Unlike their stealthy nighttime raid on the 77th branch, this time they would go in with a frontal assault, making a bold statement.

Yami had decided not to coat the new warship in black ink. There was no need for secrecy when he wanted the whole East Blue to know their names.

As the ship docked at the port, Yami stepped onto the pier like he owned the place, his imposing figure casting a shadow over the sleepy town. The marine base was a few miles inland, but it wouldn't be long before they noticed him.

The first squad of marines approached him with rifles raised, demanding his surrender. Before they could even react, Usopp's sniper shots rang out from the ship, taking them down with pinpoint precision.

Then Yami went to work. He didn't draw his blades—this time, it was about making a statement. His fists crashed into the soldiers like a wrecking ball, sending them flying in all directions.

The commotion quickly escalated, echoing across the island. More marines swarmed out from the base, sirens blaring, boots stomping against the dirt.

By the time Captain Nezumi arrived on the battlefield, most of his men were already battered and broken, groaning on the ground.

Nezumi, his usual cowardly demeanor replaced by a forced stern expression, adjusted his marine coat.

Captain Nezumi: "Do you have any idea what you're doing?! You're attacking a Marine base! The World Government will—"

Yami threw his head back and laughed, cutting him off.

Yami: "You've got some nerve talking about the World Government when you're nothing more than a bribe-taking rat. You let Arlong terrorize this island for years and did NOTHING."

Nezumi took a step back, sweat forming on his brow.

Before he could reply, Yami dropped the unconscious marine he had been holding by the throat, letting his limp body hit the ground with a thud.

Then, in one fluid motion, Yami drew his eight blades, holding them in Killer Bee's style, his muscles flexing in anticipation.

"You're finished."

Yami vanished in a blur, his speed overwhelming. Before Nezumi could even blink, his men were being cut down in an instant.

The eight blades danced like a storm of death, slashing through marines with terrifying precision.

Nezumi screamed as Yami closed the distance, slicing him across the chest, arms, and legs, reducing his body to a pile of bloody ribbons.

His last sight before death was Yami's icy blue eyes, glowing with amusement.

As the last marine fell, Yami sheathed his blades, stepping over Nezumi's lifeless body.

Inside the base, he raided the captain's quarters, picking out some well-tailored suits and a Marine captain's coat that fit him surprisingly well.

Then, he looted the treasury, stuffing as much gold and berries as he could into a ridiculously large sack.

With everything secured, he used Geppo to leap back toward the ship, landing effortlessly on the deck.

He dropped the treasure sack at Usopp's feet.

Yami: "Guard this. I'm finishing what I started."

Without waiting for a reply, he activated Observation Haki, scanning the island.

There.

Arlong Park.

Yami launched himself into the sky using Geppo, covering miles in seconds.

The Arlong Pirates had been drinking and celebrating, completely unaware that death was about to fall from the sky.

BOOM!

Yami crashed down from above, his Haki-coated fist pulverizing one of Arlong's men into chum.

The entire compound shook as Arlong, Hatchan, Kuroobi, and Chew spun toward the intruder.

Arlong snarled, jagged teeth bared. "Who the hell are you?!"

Yami: "The guy who's about to turn you into fried seafood."

Yami's fists ignited, combining Armament Haki and fire chakra.

He charged forward, punching through a fish-man's chest, the flames incinerating him from the inside out.

One by one, the Arlong Pirates fell, burning alive as Yami rampaged through their ranks.

Their flesh sizzled, the air thick with the scent of charred fish.

The last to stand were Hatchan, Kuroobi, Chew, and Arlong himself.

They surrounded Yami, weapons raised, their movements sharp and calculated.

But it didn't matter.

With Observation Haki, Yami could see every attack before it happened.

He sidestepped Kuroobi's punch, twisted around Chew's water bullet, and in a blink, used Flash Step to appear behind them.

SHING!

Two quick strikes.

Chew and Kuroobi collapsed, their throats slashed open.

BAM!

Yami's elbow crashed into Hatchan's skull, sending him sprawling unconscious.

Now, only Arlong remained.

The shark-man roared, pulling his jagged sword from behind his back.

Arlong: "You think you can kill me, human?! I am superior! I AM—"

Yami vanished, appearing in front of Arlong mid-sentence.

Before he could react, Yami's fist crashed into his gut, the impact shaking the ground beneath them.

Arlong vomited blood, his sword falling from his grip.

Yami smirked.

Yami: "Superior? Nah. You're just another dumbass who talks too much."

He clenched his fist, infusing it with fire, his Haki-coated knuckles glowing bright red.

Then, with all his strength, he drove it into Arlong's chest, setting his insides ablaze.

Arlong screamed, his flesh boiling from within.

A moment later, he was dead.

Yami stood amidst the ruins of Arlong Park, the corpses of the Arlong Pirates burning around him.

The terror that had plagued Conomi Island for years was finally over.

As the sun began to rise, Yami turned, walking away from the smoldering battlefield.

Amidst the burning ruins of Arlong Park, Yami loomed over Hatchan, who lay unconscious from the brutal fight.

Without hesitation, Yami extended a tentacle, wrapping it around the octopus fish-man's body and lifting him off the ground like a ragdoll.

SLAP!

The sound echoed as Yami smacked Hatchan awake with one of his tentacles.

Yami: "Oi, oi. Wake up."

Hatchan groaned, blinking groggily, his body still aching from the fight. His vision cleared just in time to see Yami's sharp-toothed grin staring him down.

Yami: "You're part of my crew now."

Hatchan flinched.

Hatchan: "W-What?!"

Yami: "Say no, and I'll make you watch me eat your arms."

The horrified fish-man immediately began nodding frantically, his forehead dripping sweat.

Hatchan: "Y-Yes! Yes! I accept! I'm on your crew! No need to eat my arms, boss!"

Yami chuckled and dropped Hatchan to the ground.

Yami: "Good answer."

The attacks on Nezumi's Marine base and Arlong Park had drawn the attention of the villagers from Cocoyasi Village.

Among the crowd were two young women—one with blue hair and another with fiery red hair.

The people were stunned at first. They had suffered for years under Arlong's rule, and the Marines had been no better. Now, in a single night, both their oppressors were gone.

Then, cheers erupted.

The entire village celebrated, grateful to Yami and Usopp for freeing them.

For two days, Yami and Usopp stayed in the village, drinking, eating, and enjoying the festivities.

During that time, Yami spoke with the village chief, instructing him:

Yami: "When the Marines come asking questions, tell them the truth—I attacked this place. Otherwise, they'll try to silence you to save face."

The chief nodded, understanding that Yami's reputation could protect them better than the World Government ever would.

Although Yami considered asking Nami or her sister Nojiko to join his crew, he ultimately didn't force the issue.

Before leaving, Yami coated their warship in black ink, giving it the signature look of the Black Bull Pirates.

On the day of departure, Yami and Usopp stepped onto the deck in style.

They had raided Nezumi's wardrobe, selecting tailored suits from the corrupt Marine's collection.

Yami wore an all-black suit, his presence commanding respect and fear.

Usopp sported a grey and yellow pin-striped suit, looking far more confident than ever before.

Over his shoulders, Yami draped Nezumi's Marine captain's robe—but with a twist.

He had blacked out the Marine insignia and replaced it with the Black Bull Pirates' symbol, a menacing black bull matching the Jolly Roger now flying on their mast.

With their new warship, a new crew member, and their reputation growing, Yami and his crew set sail.

Unlike most pirates who risked their lives taking the dangerous Reverse Mountain route, the Black Bulls sailed straight into the Calm Belt.

Having a Marine warship meant they could bypass the currents and navigate smoothly, making their journey to the Grand Line much faster.

The only problem?

Sea Kings.

Massive, monstrous creatures lurked beneath the silent waters, sensing their ship's presence.

When the first beast surfaced, Usopp wasted no time.

BOOM!

His slingshot rang out, blasting into the creatures' eyes, driving them back into the depths.

Over the next few hours, he used them as target practice, testing out new ammo types and special moves.

By the time they reached the edge of the Grand Line, Usopp had refined his skills even further, and their warship remained untouched.

Yami stood at the bow of their blackened warship, his blue eyes glowing with excitement.

They had made their mark in the East Blue.

Now, it was time to carve their legend into the Grand Line.

Yami grinned.

"Next stop… the greatest sea in the world."

Navy Headquarters – Marineford

Inside Marineford's grand meeting hall, Fleet Admiral Sengoku sat at the head of a long table, flanked by the Marine Admirals and high-ranking officials.

Before him, a dossier lay open, containing reports from both the 77th and 16th Marine bases.

The room was dead silent as everyone read through the brutal details.

A single pirate crew had wiped out two entire bases in less than a week.

Hundreds of Marines were left unconscious and humiliated, piled up in a heap with a photo of the attackers mocking them.

Nezumi was killed and his base looted of everything valuable.

Arlong and his entire crew were exterminated.

The culprit?

A rookie pirate named Yami D. Oushi.

Sengoku's fists clenched as he read the last line of the report.

> "The assailant left a message at the scene: 'The Black Bull Pirates were here. Dead Eye Usopp & Mad Bull Yami.' The perpetrator now sails on a stolen Marine warship."

Garp, who had been eating rice crackers, suddenly burst into laughter.

Garp: "Bwahahaha! What a troublesome brat!"

His amusement only made Sengoku angrier, veins bulging on his forehead.

Sengoku: "This is not a laughing matter, Garp! This upstart is already causing chaos before even reaching the Grand Line!"

Admiral Kizaru, reclining lazily in his chair, smirked.

Kizaru: "Oh my, he moves fast. And using a stolen warship? How scary~."

Meanwhile, Admiral Akainu's face twisted in pure rage.

Akainu: "Another filthy pirate thinking he can run wild? I say we send a Buster Call and erase him before he gets any bigger."

Sengoku sighed, rubbing his temples.

Sengoku: "We don't even know how strong he really is. He's killed Arlong, took out Nezumi, and even convinced a fish-man to join him. That means he's either strong enough to dominate or smart enough to manipulate."

A tense silence filled the room.

Then, Vice Admiral Tsuru, the veteran strategist, spoke.

Tsuru: "He's different from the usual rookies. He's methodical. He's making statements with each attack. He's not just some fool seeking fame—he's calculated."

Sengoku grimly nodded.

Sengoku: "Then we need to crush him now before he becomes a true problem."

He turned to Vice Admiral Momonga.

Sengoku: "Send word to Smoker in Loguetown. If this Yami is heading to the Grand Line, Smoker will be the first line of defense."

The Four Emperors React

Onboard the Red Force – Red-Haired Pirates' Ship

A group of rowdy pirates sat on the deck, laughing, drinking, and sharing the latest news from the world.

Among them was Yasopp, the infamous sharpshooter of the Red-Haired Pirates.

A newspaper landed in front of him, tossed by one of the crew.

Pirate Crewman: "Oi, Yasopp! Look at this! Your kid's name just popped up in the headlines!"

Yasopp, who had been sipping his drink, froze mid-sip.

Slowly, he picked up the paper and read the article:

> "Dead Eye Usopp & Mad Bull Yami—The Black Bull Pirates begin their reign of terror!"

His eyes widened, then narrowed.

Yasopp: "Usopp… you really set out to sea, huh?"

Shanks, who had been listening nearby, chuckled and took a sip of his sake.

Shanks: "Guess it runs in the family, huh?"

Lucky Roo grinned, taking a bite from a giant piece of meat.

Lucky Roo: "Still can't believe the kid is already making headlines before even reaching the Grand Line."

Shanks: "Yasopp, how do you feel about your son becoming a pirate?"

Yasopp let out a deep sigh, placing the paper down.

Yasopp: "I always wondered if Usopp would follow in my footsteps… I just didn't expect him to do it this quickly."

He grinned, though there was a hint of worry behind his expression.

Yasopp: "He better not slack off. If he wants to make a name for himself, he'll have to prove he's worthy of it."

On Onigashima – Kaido's Territory

In the dark depths of Onigashima, a deep, rumbling laughter shook the air.

Kaido, the Strongest Creature in the World, sat on his throne, reading the latest reports about Yami's actions.

Kaido: "Kehahaha! So a new brat thinks he can shake things up?!"

He chugged an entire barrel of sake, smashing it against the floor.

Beside him, King, his right-hand man, remained expressionless.

King: "He's still small-time, but his actions are reckless. He might attract attention from the World Government soon."

Kaido grinned.

Kaido: "Let's see if he survives the Grand Line. If he's strong enough… maybe I'll give him an offer."

The Warlords React

At Amazon Lily – Boa Hancock's Palace

The Serpent Empress, Boa Hancock, sat elegantly on her throne, holding a newspaper in one hand.

Her snake companion coiled around her, as she read the report about Yami's rise.

Boa Hancock: "Hmph. A reckless man…"

Her face, however, showed mild amusement.

Boa Hancock: "But a strong one, perhaps."

She tossed the paper aside, uninterested.

At Karai Bari Island – Gecko Moria's Lair

Inside a dark, eerie castle, a booming laughter echoed through the halls.

Gecko Moria, former rival to Kaido, grinned as he read the article.

Moria: "Oi oi oi! A new rookie with some bite, huh? Maybe I should steal his shadow!"

His creepy chuckle filled the room as he considered his next move.

At Kuraigana Island – Mihawk's Castle

Under a stormy sky, Dracule Mihawk sat alone at his dining table, sipping from a glass of wine.

A newspaper lay folded before him.

He glanced at the name "Mad Bull Yami", then took another sip.

Mihawk: "Hmm… Interesting."

That was all he said before returning to his quiet solitude.

Around the world, the actions of Yami D. Oushi were no longer being ignored.

The Navy, the Four Emperors, and the Warlords were all taking notice.

As the Black Bull Pirates' stolen warship glided through the Calm Belt, Yami stood at the helm, a satisfied smirk on his face. They had food, weapons, and a powerful crew member in Hatchan. He was feeling pretty damn good about himself—until realization hit him like a cannonball to the face.

Yami: "Wait a damn minute... WE DON'T HAVE ANY MAPS OR A LOG POSE!"

Usopp and Hatchan stared at him.

Usopp: "What?!"

Hatchan: "You mean... we've been sailing blind this whole time?"

Yami facepalmed hard.

Yami: "Damn it! How the hell did I forget something so basic?!"

Usopp groaned, slumping against the railing.

Usopp: "And here I was thinking we were looking like real pros. We're literally lost at sea!"

Yami scratched his head before smirking.

Yami: "Well, nothing we can't fix. We'll just head to Loguetown."

Hatchan blinked.

Hatchan: "Uh… isn't that a Marine-controlled town?"

Yami: "Yeah, and?"

Usopp: "You realize that means we're walking straight into enemy territory, right? There's probably a bounty on us already!"

Yami grinned.

Yami: "Good. That means we're famous."

With that, Yami raised his hands, his energy surging as he manipulated the water and wind, propelling their ship forward at unnatural speeds. The warship tore through the Calm Belt, crossing the sea in mere hours instead of days.

By the time the massive Marine-controlled island of Polestar came into view, the Black Bull Pirates were already suited up—literally.

Arrival at Loguetown and docking the ship, Yami and Usopp stepped onto the port, both dressed in sharp suits, looking like sophisticated gangsters rather than pirates. Usopp adjusted his goggles, while Yami pulled on a pair of black gloves.

They strolled through the bustling streets of Loguetown with calm confidence, completely ignoring the nervous glances thrown their way.

Usopp: "I gotta say, this is probably the most badass I've ever felt."

Yami: "Told you. Style is half the battle."

Their first stop?

A fruit stand.

Yami stopped in front of an old man's stall, eyeing a crate of ripe melons.

Yami: "How much for the whole crate?"

The vendor, an elderly man, blinked in surprise.

Vendor: "Er… 20,000 Berries, sir."

Yami casually tossed him a gold coin from one of their looted chests.

Yami: "Keep the change."

Grabbing the crate, he and Usopp continued their stroll—until they reached the massive Marine Headquarters in the center of town.

Waiting for them on the steps were Captain Smoker and Lieutenant Tashigi, backed by a squad of Marines lining the rooftops.

Smoker took a long drag from his cigars before exhaling a cloud of smoke.

Smoker: "Your journey ends here, you disgusting pirates."

Yami and Usopp burst into laughter.

The Marines stared at them, confused.

Tashigi: "Why the hell are you laughing?!"

Yami wiped a fake tear from his eye.

Yami: "Oh man… Smoker, you should be a comedian! That was hilarious!"

Usopp nodded.

Usopp: "Yeah! 'Your journey ends here'—seriously? Classic Marine talk."

Tashigi scowled, gripping the hilt of her sword.

Tashigi: "Enough of this! We demand your surrender!"

Yami turned serious, his aura shifting.

Yami: "Listen carefully, Smoker. I'm willing to buy sea charts and a Log Pose and be on my way. But if you or your men attack me or my crew..."

His blue eyes flashed dangerously.

Yami: "...I won't leave any of you alive."

Smoker exhaled another cloud of smoke, unimpressed.

Smoker: "Big words for a low-level pirate. You're coming with me to Impel Down."

He raised his hand.

Smoker: "Open fire!"

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The Fight – Over in an Instant

A thunderous volley of bullets rained down from the Marine snipers.

Yami and Usopp simply stood still, their bodies coated in Haki, allowing the bullets to bounce off harmlessly.

When the Marines ran out of ammo, a thick cloud of smoke and dust settled over the battlefield.

But when it cleared—

The pirates were gone.

Suddenly—

Usopp was on the left, already picking off snipers with Haki-infused headshots.

Yami was on the right, cutting down Marines with blinding speed.

Tashigi gasped.

Tashigi: "They're too fast—!"

Smoker snarled and surged forward, his body dissolving into smoke.

His goal? Close combat.

If he could grab them with his Seastone Jitte, he could suppress their Devil Fruit abilities.

Tashigi followed, sword in hand, aiming to finish them off.

But both were completely outmatched.

Using Observation Haki, Yami and Usopp evaded every attack effortlessly.

When Smoker thrust his Seastone Jitte at Yami's chest—

Yami caught his wrist mid-attack, ripped the weapon away, and hurled it straight at Tashigi.

The Seastone Jitte impaled her through the stomach, pinning her against a building.

Tashigi gasped in pain, blood staining her white uniform.

Before she could react—

Yami appeared in front of her and flicked her forehead with enough force to shatter the wall behind her.

Her sword clattered to the ground.

Yami picked it up.

Yami: "Nice blade. I think I'll keep it."

Smoker's eyes widened in shock.

Smoker: "What… the hell are you?!"

Realizing he was completely outmatched, Smoker turned into smoke, attempting to escape.

Bad move.

Usopp took aim.

With a few Haki-infused sniper shots, he blasted Smoker out of the sky, sending him crashing through multiple buildings before hitting the ground hard.

Yami walked over, placing the crate of melons on Smoker's chest.

Then, he put his index finger to smojers forehead and used Shigan, stabbing his finger straight into the unimaginative idiots head.

He watched closely.

Slowly, the melon's surface began shifting, forming a spiral pattern.

Yami: "Holy shit, it worked!"

He picked up the melon and handed it to Usopp.

Yami: "This dumbass was wasting his Devil Fruit. You'll use it better."

Trusting Yami, Usopp took a bite. the taste was the worst thing he had ever tasted.

Immediately, his body turned into smoke, and his mind filled with instinctual knowledge of the fruits abilities.

Usopp smirked.

Usopp: "Oh… this is gonna be fun.

After raiding the Marine base for treasure, maps, and a Log Pose, Yami found Smoker's Den Den Mushi ringing.

He picked it up.

Akainu: "Smoker, have you already handled the rookies?"

Yami burst out laughing.

Yami: "Oi, oi, oi! You dumb bitch! Smoker's dead, and this base is finished!"

A pause.

Akainu: "Who the hell is this?!"

Yami: "See you in the New World… oh, and your mother's a stank ass hoe."

Click.

With that, the Black Bull Pirates set sail.

Fleet Admiral Sakazuki, better known as Akainu, sat behind his desk in Marineford, his face locked in a permanent scowl. A freshly brewed cup of coffee sat on the table beside a stack of urgent reports. The Den Den Mushi on his desk had just gone silent.

The words still rang in his ears.

> "Oi oi oi, you dumb bitch, Smoker is dead, and this base is finished. See you in the New World. Also, your mother is a stank ass hoe."

Click.

A vein bulged at Akainu's temple, his grip tightening around the Den Den Mushi so hard that the shell cracked slightly. The room felt like it had dropped into complete silence. The Fleet Admiral's breathing was slow but heavy, his eyes shadowed with a cold fury.

BOOM!

The coffee cup exploded into molten shards as his Magma-Magma Fruit power surged uncontrollably. The desk groaned as cracks spread across its surface.

"Who the hell does this brat think he is?!" Akainu growled, his teeth grinding together. His molten hand dripped magma onto the floor, sizzling as it burned through the tiles.

He slammed his fist onto the desk, melting a hole straight through it. Vice Admirals gathered outside his office exchanged wary glances but dared not interrupt his fury. Kizaru and Aokiji, both present at Marineford, shared a look—one amused, the other slightly irritated.

"You seem upset, Sakazuki," Kizaru said lazily as he stepped inside. "First time someone's hung up on you?"

Aokiji sighed, arms crossed. "Smoker wasn't weak, you know. If he was taken down so easily, then these guys are dangerous."

Akainu turned his burning gaze toward them. "I want them crushed. This Yami D. Oushi… and his vice-captain Usopp—issue their bounties immediately."

Marine Dispatch: Global Bounty Announcement

The news spread like wildfire. A new pirate had humiliated the Marines, annihilated Captain Smoker, stole classified navigation equipment, and had the audacity to insult a Fleet Admiral.

Yami D. Oushi – 1,200,000, Berries

Usopp – 1,080.000, Berries

The world government wasted no time. The bounties were printed onto posters and distributed to bounty hunters, pirate crews, and newspapers across the Grand Line.

At Syrup Village, the townspeople gathered around the latest bounty board in Merry's Tavern. Banchina, Usopp's mother, dropped the basket she was carrying when she saw the bounty poster. Her hands trembled as she held up the paper, reading the name over and over again.

> "Usopp – 1,080,000 Berries."

Tears welled in her eyes—not out of fear, but of pride.

"That idiot… He actually did it," she whispered.

Kaya, standing beside her, felt a strange mix of shock and happiness. Usopp had always dreamed big, but now he was one of the most wanted men in the world.

"You better not die, you liar," she murmured with a soft smile.

The villagers, initially nervous, erupted into cheers. "Our Usopp is a legend!" someone shouted. "He's gonna be a King of Snipers!"

On Cocoyasi Village, Nami was drinking fresh coconut juice when Nojiko tossed a newspaper onto the table. She raised an eyebrow before picking it up.

Her eyes widened.

> "Yami D. Oushi – 1,200,000 Berries"

> "Usopp – 1,080,000 Berries"

Nami nearly spit out her drink.

Nojiko smirked. "Sounds like your friend is making big moves."

Nami's mind was already doing the math. "If they stole from the Marines, that means they have treasure." She slammed her drink down. "We need to find them!"

Genzo sighed. "You just want their money."

Nami grinned. "Damn right I do."

Shanks & The Red-Haired Pirates

The Red Force sailed calmly through the New World. Shanks sat on deck, enjoying a mug of sake when one of his crew members came running over.

"Captain! You need to see this!"

Shanks raised an eyebrow as he took the bounty poster. His eyes scanned the names. His lips curled into an amused grin.

"Yami D. Oushi, huh?" He chuckled. "And look at that, Usopp's kid is making a name for himself too."

Yasopp, Usopp's father, took a long sip of his drink before smirking. "Tch, my son's already got a bounty that high? Not bad."

Shanks leaned back, looking at the sky. "Things are getting interesting…"

---

Wano – Kaido's Beast Pirates

Deep in Onigashima, the Beast Pirates reveled in their usual chaos. But in Kaido's throne room, a newspaper was tossed onto the ground.

Kaido, the world's strongest creature, sat on his massive throne, chugging a gourd of sake. He glanced at the bounty posters and let out a deep, guttural laugh.

"Yami D. Oushi… 200 million already? That brat's got potential." His grin widened, showing sharp teeth. "I wanna fight him."

King, his right-hand man, picked up the poster. "He took out Smoker without effort. That's no small feat."

Kaido slammed his sake gourd down, causing the entire room to shake. "If he survives long enough, maybe I'll make him one of my commanders!"

---

Back to Yami & Usopp – The Calm Before the Storm

Aboard the Black Bulls' ship, Yami stood at the helm, flipping through the maps he stole. Usopp, now fully adjusted to his Smoke-Smoke Fruit abilities, floated beside him, arms crossed.

"So, where to next?" Usopp asked.

Yami grinned. "Wherever the biggest challenge is."

The world was now aware of Yami D. Oushi and Usopp the Smoke Sniper. Their names were cemented in history.

And their real journey had only just begun.

The Black Bull sailed smoothly out of the Calm Belt, the stolen Log Pose locking onto their next destination—Jaya Island. As the warm ocean breeze picked up, Yami stood at the ship's bow, a grin spreading across his face.

"Jaya, huh?" he muttered. "A place where dreams are laughed at and pirates rule."

He was excited. This was the best place to encounter someone with Conqueror's Haki—the final key to unlocking his own.

As they neared the island, Hatchan secured the ship while Yami and Usopp disembarked, heading into the town with a swagger befitting their new status. Mock Town was pure chaos—pirates brawling in the streets, working girls calling from their balconies, and drunkards stumbling over themselves.

A few pirates, thinking they could test their luck, tried to size up Yami and Usopp.

"Hey, you! Think you're hot shit with that bounty?" one pirate sneered.

BOOM!

Before the words finished leaving his mouth, Yami had already planted his fist into the guy's gut, sending him crumpling to the ground.

Another one rushed Usopp. Bad move.

Usopp turned into smoke, dodging the attack before materializing behind his opponent. "Hey, dumbass," he whispered before delivering a smoke-powered punch to the back of the pirate's head, knocking him out cold.

The bar they entered was filled with laughter and mockery—pirates laughing at stories of adventure, some jeering at "fools who believed in Sky Island."

Yami leaned against the bar, ordering a drink while scanning the crowd. there was no one worth paying attention to.

Disappointed, but not discouraged, Yami and Usopp left Mock Town. Their time here was brief, but their goal was already clear.

Finding the Knock-Up Stream

Back aboard the Black Bull, Yami took the helm. His eyes glowed faintly as he tapped into his water manipulation abilities, focusing on the ocean floor.

He sensed something shifting. A pocket of air was trapped beneath the seabed, building pressure—a ticking time bomb.

After circling the island twice, he locked onto the exact spot.

"Brace yourselves!" Yami called out. "This is going to feel wierd!"

With precise control over the earth below, he manipulated the seabed, creating a small rupture.

BOOM!

The Knock-Up Stream erupted beneath them, sending an unstoppable torrent of water rocketing toward the sky.

The ship trembled as they were launched into the heavens, the pressure of the water propelling them higher and higher. Clouds blurred past as they climbed beyond the atmosphere of the Blue Sea.

Reaching the White Sea

As they neared the top of the clouds, Yami sensed life ahead—proof that they were close to Skypiea.

Using his mastery over the air, he adjusted their trajectory, ensuring they didn't crash violently.

The Black Bull burst through the clouds, emerging into the White Sea.

Before them stretched a vast land of floating islands, vines, and strange sea-cloud formations. Yami spotted a dense jungle area—the best place to land.

With a final gust of wind, he guided the ship toward it.

THUD!

They hit the cloud surface hard, barrels tumbling and liquid cloud splashing onto the deck. But the ship held firm.

"Everyone good?" Yami called out.

Hatchan checked the hull. "A few water barrels busted, but we're good."

Yami nodded, then looked at his crew. They had made it.

The Plan: Two Years in the Sky

As they took in their new surroundings, Yami made a decision.

"We're staying here for two years."

Hatchan blinked. "Two years?"

"Yeah. The air here is different. The gravity's lighter, which means training here will push us beyond our limits." Yami smirked. "By the time we leave, we'll be monsters."

Hatchan would train under Yami, unlocking Armament and Observation Haki.

Usopp would master his Smoke-Smoke Fruit, learning advanced techniques to make him a true sniper of the skies.

Yami would search for Skypiea's hidden gold, preparing for their future

Two years passed in what felt like an instant. The Black Bulls had evolved into a crew worthy of the Grand Line's dangers.

Hatchan had fully mastered both Armament and Observation Haki, finally wielding his six-sword style at a level that would make even veteran swordsmen sweat.

Usopp had pushed his Smoke-Smoke Fruit beyond anything Smoker had ever dreamed of, creating solid constructs, suffocating battlefields, and even enhancing his sniping capabilities with precise, explosive smoke attacks.

Yami had taken inspiration from Saitama, training his body relentlessly until he could withstand nearly any attack without even using Tekkai or Haki. His eight-sword style had reached a monstrous level, perfected as he taught Hatchan.

Beyond their training, the crew made alliances with some of Skypiea's locals. They frequently clashed with Enel and his priests, but after surviving a direct Bijūdama from Yami, the self-proclaimed god of lightning learned to steer clear of the Black Bulls.

Yami had no interest in cleaning up Luffy's obstacles—his ambitions were his own. However, he did recruit two new crew members:

Tarin – A brilliant dial craftsman, capable of modifying and creating dials with almost supernatural skill.

Darion – His twin brother, a hand-to-hand combatant obsessed with being the best fighter alive.

With their training complete, it was time to leave Skypiea.

The Black Bull was heavily modified, equipped with air dials on its port, rear, and starboard sides. As they approached the edge of Skypiea, the ship was launched downward like a meteor, plummeting toward the ocean below.

The force of their descent made the crew's stomachs churn as they cut through the clouds, wind whipping against them.

Just before impacting the water, Yami activated the air dials, directing the blast downward. The ship's descent slowed, and with a final gentle touch, they landed safely on the Blue Sea.

However, instead of open waters, they found themselves in the middle of…

G-8 Naval Base.

Yami chuckled. "Freaking filler."

Hatchan frowned. "Huh? What's a filler?"

Yami just shook his head. "Never mind."

Escape from G-8

Instead of waiting to get caught, Yami immediately set the ship toward the Gates of Justice.

Having mastered his Bijūdama, Yami had learned to charge it up like a Rasengan. He gathered an immense amount of chakra, a swirling black sphere growing in his palm.

With a devastating throw, he fired the Bijūdama at the gates.

BOOOOOOM!

A terrifying shockwave tore through G-8, followed by a massive explosion that annihilated the gate and a large section of the base.

The Black Bull sailed through the opening while dazed and terrified Marines watched.

After two years of silence, the Black Bull Pirates were

News of the destruction of G-8's gate reached Marineford within hours.

In Fleet Admiral Akainu's office, a Vice Admiral read the report with a trembling voice.

"The Black Bull Pirates… have returned."

Akainu's expression darkened. "Yami D. Oushi… That brat survived."

Another officer added, "They say his power has grown immensely. He launched an attack similar to a Buster Call cannon blast, but from his own hands."

Akainu crushed the cigar in his fingers, the embers sizzling against his magma-coated palm.

"That damn brat hung up on me last time," he growled. "Now he's openly attacking Marine bases?"

Another officer spoke up hesitantly, "Should we… increase their bounties?"

Akainu's eyes narrowed. "Make it 400 million for Yami… and 300 million for Usopp. The world needs to understand—the Black Bulls are a threat."

....

Syrup Village

At Merry's shipyard, Banchina gasped as she read the newspaper.

"Usopp… 300 million?!"

The entire village was shocked, but Banchina simply smiled. "I always knew you'd be great, my son."

Meanwhile, Kaya, now a budding doctor, clenched the paper in her hands. "You idiot… You better come back alive."

Cocoyasi Village

Back in Cocoyasi Village, Nojiko and Genzo sat in stunned silence.

Nojiko exhaled, shaking her head with a chuckle. "That idiot Yami… He's really making waves."

Genzo grumbled, "If he keeps this up, he's gonna piss off every Admiral."

Nojiko grinned. "Good."

Shanks and the Red-Haired Pirates

Onboard the Red Force, Shanks read the bounty poster, an amused smile on his face.

"400 million, huh?" He chuckled. "Not bad for a rookie."

Benn Beckman exhaled smoke from his cigarette. "The kid's smart. He's making sure he doesn't cross paths with us or Luffy too much."

Shanks nodded. "He's carving his own legend. That's exactly how it should be."

Beast Pirates – Wano

Deep in Onigashima, Kaido sat on his throne, holding a massive sake cup.

One of his subordinates nervously read the report.

"Yami D. Oushi… destroyed a Marine base gate with a single attack."

Kaido grinned, taking a sip. "Hah! A brat with potential." He turned to King. "What do you think?"

King adjusted his gloves. "If he's really that strong, he'll come to us eventually."

Kaido laughed heartily. "Good. If he survives long enough, maybe I'll have a drink with him."

As the Black Bull sailed away from G-8, Yami, staring ahead.

The world now knew they had returned.

More Marines would come. Stronger enemies would chase them. But Yami didn't care.

Because this was just the beginning.

The Black Bull Pirates sailed through the Grand Line, making steady progress toward their next major destination. Yami stood at the helm, a smirk creeping across his face.

"Someone must be talking about me."

Still grinning, he stepped into his quarters and picked up the Den Den Mushi he had stolen from Smoker two years ago. The shellbacked snail was still in perfect working condition.

"Let's see if the old man's still got that stick up his ass."**

He casually dialed a number. It rang for nearly a minute before the unmistakable growl of Fleet Admiral Akainu answered.

"This better be important!"

Yami leaned in close, his voice dripping with mockery.

"Hey, you fugly son of a hoe, how's life been these past few years? I hear your mom's still turning tricks wherever the wind takes her."

Silence.

On the other end of the line, Akainu froze, his entire body tensing with rage. The Marine officers in the command room watched their Admiral's expression twist in sheer disbelief.

Before he could even react, Yami kept going.

"You know what? I don't care. You're a bitch. Eat shit and die."

Click.

The line went dead.

For several seconds, the command room at Marine Headquarters remained completely silent.

Then—

BOOM!

Akainu punched through his own desk, molten lava bursting out as his entire body erupted in fury.

"THAT DAMN PIRATE!!"

His magma-coated fist melted through the steel-reinforced floor beneath him.

"I WANT EVERY MARINE FLEET HUNTING HIM DOWN! I WANT HIS HEAD ON A PIKE! I'LL BURN THAT DAMN BRAT TO ASHES!"

The officers scrambled, frantically relaying orders to mobilize the Grand Line forces.

Meanwhile, back on the Black Bull, Yami tossed the Den Den Mushi onto his bed and returned to steering the ship.

He couldn't stop laughing.

"That never gets old."

The Black Bull Pirates made good time, bypassing several minor islands along the way. Their goal was clear—they needed to reach Sabaody Archipelago before entering the New World.

The journey took several weeks, but it was far from uneventful.

Freak storms nearly capsized their ship, forcing Yami to use his water manipulation to stabilize their course.

Sea Kings attacked them on multiple occasions, but a combination of Hatchan's swordsmanship, Usopp's Devil Fruit abilities, and Yami's raw power sent the creatures fleeing.

Ambitious pirate crews tried their luck, eager to make a name for themselves by challenging the now-infamous Black Bulls. Each time, they were humiliated and left adrift, warning others not to follow in their foolish footsteps.

As they approached Sabaody, the ocean became calmer, the skies clearer.

Yami stood at the bow of the ship, gazing at the shimmering mangrove-covered islands ahead.

He knew what awaited them here.

This was his chance.

His chance to finally unlock Conqueror's Haki.

Their destination was set—

Shakky's Rip-Off Bar.

Arrival at Shakky's Rip-Off Bar

The Black Bull Pirates anchored their ship near the mangrove-covered shores of Sabaody Archipelago. The island was alive with activity—pirates, bounty hunters, and World Government agents lurking in the shadows.

Yami and Usopp stepped off the ship, leaving Hatchan behind to guard it. The two strolled through the bustling streets, their presence drawing curious and cautious glances. Some recognized them—others were smart enough not to start trouble.

After a short walk, they reached Shakky's Rip-Off Bar. The shack-like structure looked run-down from the outside, but Yami knew better—this was where he could find the man he had come to see.

The wooden door creaked as they stepped inside. The only occupant behind the bar was a slender, middle-aged woman with short black hair, Shakky. She smiled knowingly as they took seats at the counter.

"What'll it be, boys?" she asked, lighting a cigarette.

Yami leaned back, grinning. "Two shots. Keep the bottle."

Shakky chuckled as she poured their drinks. "Big spenders. You must be celebrating something."

Yami swirled the liquid in his glass before knocking it back in one smooth motion. Then, setting it down, he met her gaze.

"I want to meet with Rayleigh."

The room fell silent for a moment.

Shakky's smile remained, but her eyes sharpened slightly. "Rayleigh? Never heard of him."

Yami smirked and glanced toward the closed door at the back of the bar. "Then who's that in the room back there?"

The three of them turned their attention to the door just as it creaked open.

From the shadows emerged a tall, older man with white hair, round glasses, and a distinctive scar over his right eye. He wore a casual shirt, a green cape draped over his shoulders. His very presence radiated power and wisdom.

Silvers Rayleigh, the Dark King.

Rayleigh chuckled, stepping fully into the light. "Well now, what an interesting young man. Yami, Captain of the Black Bull Pirates."

Yami's grin widened. "The one and only."

Rayleigh took a seat at the bar, pouring himself a drink. "So, what brings you to my doorstep?"

Yami leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with determination. "I need your help. I want to find out if I possess Conqueror's Haki. And the best way to test that…"

He let the words hang in the air for a moment before finishing—

"...is to see how I hold up against one of the strongest."

Rayleigh took a slow sip of his drink, observing Yami carefully. Then, setting the glass down, he let out a deep chuckle.

"I like your confidence. But nothing in this world is free, kid. If you want me to test you, it'll cost you."

Yami raised an eyebrow. "How much?"

Rayleigh grinned. "One hundred million bellies."

Usopp nearly choked on his drink. "A HUNDRED MILLION?! What kind of robbery—"

Yami lifted a hand, cutting him off. "Done."

Shakky raised an eyebrow, impressed. Rayleigh nodded. "Alright then. Let's take this outside."

Outside the bar, Rayleigh and Yami stood twenty yards apart in the open clearing. Usopp stood beside Yami, steeling himself for what was about to come.

Rayleigh cracked his knuckles and stretched his shoulders. "You ready?"

Yami smirked. "Always."

Usopp swallowed hard but nodded.

Rayleigh's expression became serious. "Then let's begin."

Without warning, a crushing wave of pressure exploded from Rayleigh, washing over them like a tsunami. The air shook, the trees creaked, and the ground beneath their feet cracked.

Yami and Usopp held their ground, their muscles tensing as the sheer force of Rayleigh's Haki weighed down on them.

Yami grit his teeth, his body resisting the instinct to collapse. This was the power of a true king—the force of an unbreakable will.

But he refused to fall.

Inside himself, he searched for something. Something primal.

Something that had been waiting to be awakened.

Usopp, on the other hand, was struggling. His vision blurred, and his knees buckled. His mind screamed at him to submit—but deep inside, something ignited.

"I'M NOT A WEAKLING!"

At that moment, the air cracked.

A massive surge of Conqueror's Haki erupted from both Yami and Usopp simultaneously, colliding with Rayleigh's like a roaring tidal wave.

The very sky above them darkened, bolts of invisible force shaking the land.

Shakky, who had been watching from the bar, stepped back, shielding herself as the overwhelming clash of wills threatened to crush everything in its path.

Rayleigh's eyes widened slightly, though his stance remained firm. "Not bad, kid."

Yami's power flared, his body unshaken despite the battle of dominance. His grin widened.

Usopp, despite nearly passing out, stood tall, his own Conqueror's Haki stabilizing into a steady aura around him.

Rayleigh smirked and slowly withdrew his pressure, allowing them to regain full control of their breathing.

As the energy around them faded, Shakky sighed in relief. "Damn, I thought I was gonna die."

Rayleigh chuckled and looked at Yami. "Well, well. Not only did you awaken it, but your Vice-Captain did too. Not many pirate crews have two members with Conqueror's Haki."

Yami wiped the sweat from his forehead, still grinning. "Better than I expected."

Usopp fell to his knees, panting. "That… was the scariest thing I've ever done in my life."

Rayleigh placed his hands on his hips. "You've both got the potential to be true kings of the sea."

Yami crossed his arms. "Then I guess it's time to start acting like one."

Rayleigh smirked. "Let's see if you can live up to it."

As they returned to the bar, Yami's mind was racing.

He had unlocked Conqueror's Haki.

Now, the real journey was about to begin.