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Chapter 14: [14] The Guardians of the Ore

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[A Few Days Later]

"Calling it the 'island of darkness' wasn't an understatement," Damien muttered.

He was currently on a small ship, not far from the gloomy landmass before him.

Yozora Island was covered with a thick, black cloud that was simply immobile. It didn't move, float or even shift in position like a blanket covering the land under it. 

No light passed through; just a perpetual darkness.

[Island Image (in Discord)]

*Creak*

The ship docked on and the anchor splashed into the sea. 

According to historical archives, this island had no random weather changes, it was just forever dark with occasional rain.

*Pitter Patter*

It was one of those rainy days as the water befell the land.

Damien landed on the dark soil, his boots digging into the moist soil.

The island was relatively small, covered with coniferous trees, silent chirps echoed through the valley as a swampy smell covered the land.

A symphony of voices arrived in his ears, originating from the grass, trees and other foliage.

The life that existed on land was used to darkness, the grass was a special kind that had evolved to live off the sunlight reflected by the moon.

Many mushrooms and nightly plants exist, some even evolving to develop their own luminescence.

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{Show me the way.} 

The natural life seemed to hear Damien's thoughts and began to weave and mould a path for him to travel.

Some glow bugs and fireflies appeared and lit the way over, granting Damien a full view of the path.

"A castle," Damien murmured as he saw the structure at the center of the land.

It was built over a large cliff, an olden-style manor that dominated its relative landscape; an eerie sight to say the least.

[Manor Image (in discord)]

"!!!" Damien felt a distant gaze, but he was unable to pinpoint it, leaving him no choice but to venture on ahead.

He walked through the self-clearing grounds; the trees and grass granting him the fastest path to the castle.

Eventually, he came through a large open clearing, surrounded by cone-like trees, seemingly unnatural.

{Watch out…}

The voice of the trees echoed in Damien's ears as he heard a sharp whistle of the air.

Shing!

Damien's eyes widened as he felt the touch of a cold blade at the back of his neck.

It didn't cut into his skin, just rested on his neck; a warning not to move.

"I didn't come here for a fight," Damien calmly stated.

Though he remained unmoved, Damien's boots were swirling with crimson mist, ready to return an attack if needed.

"..."

A silent moment passed as he then heard a sharp yet stern voice.

"Why have you come here?"

It was a man's voice, middle-aged, confident.

"I was sent here to pick up an ore, the Poneglyph said it to be here."

Damien waited and felt a very faint tremor in the sword that was grazing his skin, now sure that the Poneglyph meant quite a lot to the man.

"..."

Another moment passed as the blade was removed from Damien's neck.

The young pirate slowly turned his head and saw the man behind him.

He was around 7 feet tall. He looked to be in his early forties.

The upper half of his face was covered with a hood, probably to keep away from the rain. He seemed to have short dark hair and a stubble beard. 

The man wore a dark coat that covered his entire body, but the missing right arm was obvious. 

A sharp katana-style sword was in the man's left hand, but he was still quite defensive.

"You've read the stone," the man lightly said.

Damien just gave a small nod as he replied, "I came for the Eternal Ore."

The man's eyes seemed to examine the young man before him, even though they were hidden under the hood, Damien felt the sharp gaze.

"Follow me to the castle."

The man took off in the direction of the dark mansion, and Damien followed suit.

'Even with a missing limb, it feels like he can cut me up, quite the guardians.'

It took a quiet 10-minute walk to reach the castle. It was gothic-themed with creaky and dark-coloured wood.

Water dripped down the rotting wood, sending ripples through the puddles littered over the region.

The two walked in via the main doors that creaked in response.

The halls were lit with green candles, and a warm and cozy ambience filled the rooms.

"It's more welcoming than I thought," Damien said.

The man looked at him and nodded, "I hope you forgive me for my haste earlier, there have been many invaders in the past few years."

Damien shrugged, showing he didn't mind.

The man seemed more comfortable as he elaborated, "It happened twenty months ago, a few thousands raided our land looking for treasure."

"They used my nieces and nephews to kill their parents and then them. It took everything to repel them; an arm from me."

"Only my wife and son remain with me as their protector."

The two walked down the red-carpeted floor and into the main lounge area.

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"Our ancestors have been waiting for someone to collect the ore for centuries now," the man said. as they made their way to the sofa at the edge of the room.

The red couch was laid in front of a giant window that spanned from wall to wall, boasting a wide view of the hedge maze beyond it.

A beautiful woman sat on the couch, combing a very young child's hair.

The black-haired woman carefully sat the child to the side and stood up, bringing her hands together in obvious excitement: "Ara~ A visitor, how rare!"

Damien blinked at the rather contrast between husband and wife but something else caught his gaze: the woman's eyes.

The pupils were yellow, with two black rings circling them; sharp, piercing eyes to say the least.

Damien took a deep breath as he made the connection but took it slow.

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"My name is Einar D. Damien, pardon the intrusion," he said, somewhat impressed by his own etiquette.

The woman beamed a smile and replied courtly, "What a well-mannered young man, my name is Mina, and you've met my husband, Vlad."

The man by the side gave a quick 'ahem' and took off his hood, the same eyes and hair colour apparent.

"Why don't you have a seat while I get some tea, Dear, why don't you change into something warm," Mina said, getting up from her seat.

This left Damien on the sofa with their child.

'They just leave a stranger with their kid?' the pirate muttered to himself.

"..."

An awkward silence broke out as Damien's eyebrow twitched under the sharp gaze of the toddler sitting away from him.

Damien met his sharp, examining eyes.

The child was less than a meter in height, around 38 inches. Same short-black hair and piercing yellow eyes.

"Well, what's your name?" Damien asked though he could guess the reply.

The boy tilted his head and blinked a few times. 

"Mihawk," He said. "Dracule Mihawk."

The confirmation made Damien take a deep breath, nodding to himself.

It also made the pirate take a closer look at the boy, seeing loneliness, curiosity, nervousness, and even excitement in those hawk-like eyes.

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"You're awfully mature for your age, Mihawk, tell me, what do you want to be when you grow up?"

The boy wasted no time and answered subconsciously, "The greatest swordsman in the sea."

Mihawk then turned his gaze to the hedge maze right outside.

A sharp bright light reflected from the center of the maze as if a metallic object was there, and there indeed was.

It was a large, silver sword planted within a thick black rock.

It had a very odd-shaped golden crossguard with a complex pattern printed upon it, yet the blade carried an unparalleled beauty.

Mihawk's longing eyes stared at the blade that seemed to cut the low winds every so often.

At that moment, Mina came back into the room and gave Damien a cup of tea.

"Mihawk has never seen outsiders since his birth, he may be a little awkward around you," Mina apologized, playing with her son's hair.

Damien shook his head while gesturing at the sword outside, "Such a sharp weapon left outside in a rock, I take it has great meaning to your family."

Mina nodded while also admiring the beauty of the treasured weapon.

"The blade is one of the Twelve Supreme Blades – 'Yoru', it has been in that stone for centuries now," She calmly said.

"You don't feel averse to telling a stranger of such a treasure?" Damien asked with some suspicion.

Mina just beamed her usual smile, "We believe the sword awaits a suitable user, if you can free it from its confines then it's yours to keep."

"And yet centuries have passed and the blade still waits," Vlad's voice resounded as he stepped back into the room.

Damien then glanced at the young boy who was but a toddler. He crouched down at the child's eye level and asked:

"You've set your sights on that sword, haven't you, kid?"

Mihawk gave a quick nod as he clenched his tiny hands, "I'll free the sword one day!"

The exclamation caught the two parents off-guard but Damien just smirked in return, "I look forward to that day then."

Mina chimed with an invitation, "Damien-kun, why don't you join us for dinner, my husband will need a while to bring out all the treasured ore from the keep."

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[An Hour Later]

Damien had finished a meal with the small yet tight-knit family. It was a hearty meal of a Sea King caught by Vlad.

Damien even asked some more questions about the family's origin.

Supposedly they were tasked to guard the ore by someone centuries ago. The island was dark for as long as time went back.

Their ancestors eventually got used to the darkness and gloomy nature of the land; their eyes evolved under these conditions and over many generations to see much further and finer than others.

Swordsmanship was their creed and remains so. 

Yoru awaited its user while the Eternal Ore awaited its retriever.

According to Vlad, both Yoru and the Eternal Ore could be said to be equal in their worth!

The family even welcomed Damien to stay for a while.

"Vlad-san," Damien addressed the man sitting before him.

They were in a lounge area with deep-red sofas.

A chandelier holding up six green candles hung above them.

"This is abrupt, but I hope to stay here for a few weeks to train before taking the Eternal Ore, and for you to help me in my training," the pirate straightforwardly asked. 

"You were able to stay out of my perception before, I want to sharpen those instincts before diving into the New World."

He had noticed it before against Shakky. And then with Vlad. Both of them were able to 'mask' their presence from Damien and approach from his blind spots.

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The older gentleman narrowed his eyes at the bold pirate, seemingly to inspect his worth.

Vlad nodded but said with a hint of hesitation, "We haven't had friendly guests over here in a long, long time. I don't mind you staying to train, but you must know that training your senses is best done in deathly scenarios, three weeks is not enough time unless…"

Yet the man's tone sharpened as he said, "Unless I put you through hell to sharpen those instincts."

Such words brought a smile to Damien's face: "I wouldn't have it any other way."

The two walked outside to an open garden behind the mansion.

Mina appeared, holding Mihawk's hand as they watched from afar.

Vlad and Damien stood 20 meters in between.

Shing!

Vlad unsheathed his blade as it sliced the air.

"This is 'Yozora' of the Twenty-One Great Swords," he introduced the dark blade. "It has accompanied me for years, let me use it to test your mettle."

*Fwwm!* The sword was soon wrapped in thick Haki as it glistened a jet-black colour.

The one-armed swordsman shot from his position and appeared only inches from Damien's throat.

Clang!

A loud clanking sound boomed the area as Damien's metallic fist collided with the blade.

A shockwave grumbled the land as Vlad weaved through the air.

*Whizz*

His body flashed and flickered through the air and reappeared meters away from Damien, raining down countless shots.

Damien's senses went into overdrive mode as he struggled against the onslaught, slowly and barely warding each hit.

*Clang!* 

Boom! 

Bam!

Explosions popped incessantly as Damien was forced into an entirely defensive posture.

A slight irritation building as his eyes followed the flickering target.

"Is this all your ambition is worth, young man?" Vlad's calm voice echoed in Damien's ears.

The young pirate could only grit his teeth and force himself to move faster and faster.

*Swish!*

*Spurt*

Cuts and scrapes decorated his body as blood dribbled out from the razor-sharp Yozora.

A one-armed swordsman with speed beyond any foe Damien had yet seen.

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"Don't expect me to give in this easily!" Damien's firm voice boomed as his eyes grew sharp.

A quick burst of energy spanned out in all directions of Damien's body and cracked the ground in return.

It was a loud screech as Vlad paused for a moment.

Damien exploited the momentary pause as his blackened fist drove into the man's core.

Bam!

The overpowering strength from Damien's very flesh rattled the blackened blade that got in the way. 

Vlad's single arm trembled as his body was shot back with great speed.

*Whizz*

The wind whistled as the man readjusted his balance and landed on his feet tens of meters away.

"Good strength," Vlad muttered, returning his gaze to the coming enemy."

Damien shot forward as his Haki-clad fists slammed onto the blades, finally going on the offence.

Boom! *Bang!* BAM!

The clash went on for dozens of minutes as it began to balance out.

Vlad's sharp and calm sword style left Damien not a moment to rest while he did his absolute best to return equal attacks.

His attacks grew fiercer and left fewer openings but it was nowhere enough to win the battle.

"You have an excellent talent for combat," Vlad said with an admiring tone as he sheathed his weapon.

Damien panting lightly and gazed down at his cut-up appearance. The wounds were superficial considering his vitality, but the blood was enough to turn his attire from black to red.

"Still far from leaving a scratch on you, though," Damien said with a soft sigh.

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Mina climbed down and saw Damien's bloodied clothes but was casually waved off.

"I'm fine, they're just a few scratches."

Mihawk too made his way down and stared at Damien.

The dripping blood contrasted heavily with the firm eyes of its host.

"You asked me about my goal," the child said. "What's yours?"

Damien glanced at the curious young boy and gave a simple answer:

"There was a time when my fate was at the mercy of others, since then I made it my goal to never let that happen again; no one will ever hurt what I care for the most."

Mihawk blinked into a lost state but soon flinched in discomfort as Damien poked the kid's forehead with his index finger. 

"You're just a kid, stop thinking so much, you make me feel stupid with such a mature perspective."

"Let's go back inside, I'll tell you about the world outside."

The two returned to the gloomy castle as the three-week training session officially kicked off.

To Be Continued… 

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Author's Corner.

Images: https://discord.gg/aJHHHPvb6q


Chapter 15: [15] Red Metal, Black Shadows

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[Three Weeks Later]

Clang!

BOOM!

Short yet powerful explosions went off as flickering slashes rained upon the red-eyed youth. He was currently standing in the center of a large clearing under the dark clouds of Yozora Island.

Damien had his eyes closed as he instinctively dodged and blocked the onslaught of attacks.

He had begun to anticipate attacks from more than just their intent, this included the slight changes in air current or the vibrations of the earth below him, the variations of heat and so on.

He allowed his Observation to flow from the entirety of his body as the combat instincts had been drilled into each pore.

Damien had quickly grown under the deathly scenarios imposed on him by the one-armed swordsman, leaving his Haki far sharper than ever before.

The main thing was that he had conditioned his body against the attacks and intents of intelligent persons, something he couldn't do back at Renaissance Island. 

A gruelling schedule of pain and suffering, having bled many times only for it to heal away in seconds.

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A black-clothed man soon appeared in front of Damien, shaking his head with a sigh.

"I take it back, your combat talent is simply beyond my understanding."

Damien let out a small chuckle as he took off his blindfold, "If you had both arms then I'm sure I would have been in much more trouble."

The one stern man seemingly incapable of joy was now beaming a thin smile.

"I'm sure you'll grow beyond my level in a matter of years."

The man then sheathed his weapon with a click as the two walked back to the castle, all under the veil of the endless night.

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A near-meter-tall toddler came running from the cliff as he trailed behind the two.

"Father, when can I start training too?"

The child's voice which was usually devoid of much emotion was showing great desire and even a bit of desperation.

Vlad shook his head, "Maybe in a few more years."

The hawk-eyed child clicked his tongue and ran off into the dark forest.

Vlad sighed with a defeated smile, "That child has spoken more in the past few weeks than since he was born, it feels odd to see him act like his age."

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They eventually reached the castle gates where Mina was waiting with some cool drinks.

"Did he run off again?" she rhetorically asked with a sigh.

Damien smirked from the side, "You can't blame a kid for being impatient."

Mina glared at the teenager, "You are a kid in my eyes too, fighting so much at a young age, kids are in such a hurry nowadays."

The woman then looked at her husband and said, "Dear, take Damien-kun to the treasured ore, I'll go get Hawk-chan."

Vlad and Damien soon made their way into the heart of the castle.

It was a worn-down room with the same green candles that never ran out.

Cobwebs decorated the corner of the room as the center was awfully clean.

There were columns and rows of rather distinct metal, every single one of them was blood-red in colour, glistening with mystery.

Vlad walked up and picked up a chunk of the metal, "It does not rust or break up from the passage of time, hence, Eternal Ore."

He then squeezed the metal with his only arm.

*Crack*

The piece of metal shattered like glass and clattered onto the ground.

Damien blinked in confusion.

Vlad smiled a little and then slashed a Haki-clad dagger that was hidden in his jacket on a huge chunk of the metal.

Clang!

The blade creaked as a piece of reflective metal fell to the ground.

Yet it wasn't from the ore but from the blade!

Vlad showed Damien the shattered weapon and said, "The ore is weak in small amounts, but nigh-unbreakable at high quantities."

He continued to explain, "It has the ability to perfectly store and slowly and uniformly release the forces imposed upon itself, this way the larger its body the more absurd force it can intake."

"Even if hit with a mountainous weight on one side, it will equally divide it all over the area of the ore, effectively cancelling the stress," Vlad finished.

Damien slowly nodded with appreciation.

"Where does such metal even come from?"

Vlad threw his blade onto the ground and gazed back at the hill of red metal.

"It was oxidized by the blood of an ancient creature centuries ago, it gave it this special characteristic, that's all we know."

Damien picked up a tiny piece of the ore, 'Sibyl, any thoughts?'

[I thought you forgot about me, Damien, let me check…]

[Yes, the bath of blood seems to hold as I detect high levels of hemoglobin and iron in the ore. Most likely the blood was that of a fruit user of sorts in which the user could control the forces applied.]

She continued, [In other words, any force, even that of devil fruits, applied over a small space will be evenly distributed all over a larger body and in all directions in a controlled time.]

[The fruit user would need to have Awakened their power to lead to such a change.]

*Huuuu*

Damien took a deep breath to let the information sink in.

Another normal day with abnormal revelations—perks of being in an anime world.

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"How much exactly can I take from this?" he asked.

Vlad shrugged, "Our mission was to protect it till its rightful owner arrived, from what I know, it's all yours."

Damien took out his tiny red pouch, "Well, don't mind if I do."

He then pointed the enchanted pouch at the hill of metal.

*Fwooo*

A huge vacuum soon awakened from the bag as the metal was slowly but surely sucked into the palm-sized bag.

Vlad blinked, his surprised face was a little comical as his facial features had difficulty showing such emotions: "You have some interesting tools."

Damien smiled in return.

Naturally, he didn't intend to give all the ore to Shakky for the ship; keeping a decent amount as commission.

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He then eyed the older gentleman in front of him.

"Thank you for your hospitality, Vlad-san, I'll pay back the debt with whatever you need."

Damien gave him a transponder snail that had his appearance on hit.

A mass of black-red hair, a tiny diagonal scar above one eye, and equipped with a stylish attire.

"You can contact me through this."

Vlad accepted the snail but then casually said, "I enjoyed the company of a fresh face after all these years, I will surely call you if I need your aid."

The two nodded at the thought and went outside.

Mina now stood in the greenly-lit lounge with a slightly annoyed Mihawk by the doors.

She glanced at the red-eyed youth with a smile, "Damien-kun, it seems you got what you came for."

"Yes, thank you for your hospitality," Damien thanked as he made his intent to leave clear.

Mina slightly smiled, "You've helped Hawk-chan become so much more energetic, as a mother I can't thank you enough."

Damien then looked at the hawk-eyed child and gave him a small smirk.

He then began to walk out of the castle and yet came to a stop.

A tiny hand grabbed his cloak from behind and tugged at it.

Damien turned back and saw the one-year-old grasping his attire.

He then crouched to his eye level and gazed into the piercing hawk-like eyes.

"The seas await for someone like you, train hard and look after your parents."

The boy nodded a few times.

His eyes darted around and then finally asked, "Will you come back?"

It was a little odd to see the future Strongest Swordsman acting like that but at the end of the day he was but a child.

Damien ruffled his jet-black hair, "I'm sure our paths will cross again someday."

He then stood up and his towered figure left a shadow over the boy.

"That blade is calling out to you, it's a fitting weapon for the future Strongest Swordsman."

The words left a small smile to appear on the child.

A sharp glint passed the boy's eyes as he resolutely declared, "I will hold that sword one day, so wait for me!"

Damien almost froze in his steps but could only respond with a chuckle, "Rahahaha! You've got a nice fire in your eyes, make sure to never let it extinguish."

He then waved to the older couple and disappeared into the nightly forest.

A short whisper of Vlad echoed in his ears, "Stay prudent, young man." Alongside a goodbye from Mina.

[A While Later]

The ship anchored by the edge of the island soon woke up as Damien unfurled the sails.

He took out the piece of paper, a Vivre Card that began to point in a specific direction, inching forward.

Damien soon set the ship in the direction and began to sail.

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[Sabaody Archipelago]

It was the last 'island' before the New World!

A massive mangrove forest growing out from the middle of the ocean. Since it is only made of wood, it has no magnetic pull to affect a log pose.

Sabaody was made up of 79 separate trees known as Yarukiman Mangrove. Each tree is called a grove and serves as an island on which people live.

Sabaody Layout:

Grove 1-29: The Lawless Area

Grove 30-49: Tourism and Amusement Area

Grove 50-59: Shipping Area

Grove 60-69: Marine Base Area

Grove 70-79: Hotel Area

[Images of Sabaody (in Discord)]

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The other difference between most islands and this is the fact that you may find certain astronaut-like people walking around.

The Celestial Dragons!

They are the aristocratic descendants of nineteen of the Twenty Kings who established what is now known as the World Government.

They can give any order and it must be followed through.

Their words dictate all others around them.

They are the LAW.

They can simply point their finger out and demand you to become a slave.

What would the World do in front of this absurd and dehumanizing act?

They must simply look away as families are ripped apart.

What will happen if you try to stand up to them?

You will be killed on the spot, heck they might even deploy an Admiral to escort these Nobles.

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So what are the Celestial Dragons?

They are the Gods of this world!

*Thuck*

Damien closed the thick book of records that detailed well-known islands of the Grand Line.

"Gods? I suppose with such rights and authority, it would make just about anyone a god."

Though his deep-red eyes flashed with determination, "I wonder if these 'Gods' can bleed…"

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[Six Days Later]

[Grove 41, Sabaody Archipelago]

It was a pleasant area with a large population, the sounds of kids scrambling about alongside the occasional popping bubbles resounded everywhere.

A warm sunlight bathed the grassy land, further enhancing the joyful atmosphere.

[Image of Grove 41 (in Discord)]

"Damn annoying fleas," a young man muttered as he made his way through the crowds of people.

The person in question was a little over 10 feet in height with messy black hair and red streaks running down the left side.

Damien had met some nuisances along the way to Sabaody.

Terrible weather on the first day.

Meet a pirate crew looking for a quick sum off his head on the third day.

Damien's ship sank at that time so he had to take the pirate's ship.

Another random storm on the fourth day.

Marine attack on the fifth, looking for the crew he killed.

Left the ship broken again from cannon fire and the previous storm.

It seemed the stormtrooper aim of the marine ships wasn't as prevalent as shown in the show. Or perhaps the Rocks Era had a higher level of marines.

Eventually, he made it to Sabaody on the sixth day, hitching a ride on the marine ship and abandoning it at Grove 41.

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Damien checked the clock on the tower nearby.

'It's only midday, there's still half a day left till the meet-up time,' Damien surmised.

His eyes were then drawn to a rather conspicuous poster attached to the wall nearby.

"Public Employment Security Office Monthly Postings."

It was almost like a flyer for goods but the name implied something more despicable.

'I guess the Human Auctions were around even before Doflamingo's sites,' Damien thought as he read over the post.

It was essentially written in 'legal' terms but in layman's terms, it was a poster for a slave auction happening tonight.

"!!!" However, at that very moment, Damien's senses spiked.

*Whizz*

A sharp whistle erupted as a dagger-like object shot at Damien's open neck.

Damien didn't even move as the blade hit his skin.

Clang!

The sound of metal hitting metal broke out as the dagger failed to pierce Damien's hard skin.

The red-eyed pirate looked around and surprisingly saw nothing. All he felt was a cold air whistle.

Soon his instincts fired one more as the attacker reappeared, this time with a purple coat of energy around their body.

Damien raised one finger and shot out a bullet of air.

'Flying Finger Pistol.'

The pocket of air travelled supersonic and into the body of his attacker and yet it then hit the wall, leaving a deep crater.

"Logia?" Damien narrowed his eyes. "You ate quite the rare devil fruit."

The figure was caught off-guard by the quick reflexes of her prey and chose the quick-second of Damien's admiration of their power to disappear.

Naturally, it didn't escape Damien's senses as he saw the assassin merge themself into the shadow of the tree 10 meters behind him, disappearing into its darkness.

"..."

A few quiet minutes went by until his Observation spanned and eventually felt a slight movement, but it was from an odd location… from his own shadow?

Suddenly the dark-clothed figure shot up from under Damien's chin with the same daggers aiming at his carotid artery.

And yet even at such a distance, the daggers somehow missed and only cleaved the air.

The shadowed figure was stumped as its body trembled at the sound of a voice from behind: "Bounty hunter?" 

The figure turned around but was met with something painful.

*Crack*

Damien's left fist adorned with Haki drove into the core of the assassin's chest as the sound of a broken bone echoed through the empty alleyway.

A muffled groan followed as the figure was shot into the wall.

And yet right before the crash could occur, the figure simply dissolved into the shadows of the wall.

However, the clean hit left an odd feeling.

"Soft chest?" Damien murmured as he recalled the sensation. "But that would have broken the sternum and punctured a lung at the least."

"Though I guess bounties aren't just for show, there really are people actively on the hunt for the quick buck," he chuckled.

"Looks like learning Armament Haki before leaving Renaissance was a good call."

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Damien then looked at the poster that was still in his right hand and smiled.

"Quite the coincidence for this auction to happen on the one day I have free," He muttered. "It would be a shame to miss it…"

To Be Continued…

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Author's Corner.

Images: https://discord.gg/aJHHHPvb6q


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