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Capítulo 7: Chapter 6: Loguetown Escapades

The Striker glided across the waves, propelled by the fierce flames that danced from Noctis D. Stryfe's legs. At the helm, Noct stood tall, his eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of land or adventure. He had been sailing for days, letting his instincts and the waves guide him, with no clear destination in mind.

So it was with no small amount of surprise that he found himself pulling into the bustling port of Loguetown, the town of beginnings and endings. He had heard the stories, of course—every pirate worth their salt knew of the place where the Pirate King had been born and died. But he had never expected to find himself here, not so soon and not by chance.

As the Striker neared the docks, Noct gathered his momentum and leaped from the small craft, landing on the weathered planks with a graceful roll.

[Quest Completed: Charting a Course]

Objectives:

- Depart from the island using the Striker ✓

- Navigate the waters of the East Blue ✓

- Locate an inhabited island ✓

Rewards: 

- 500 Experience Points

- Increased Reputation with East Blue Inhabitants 

- Unlocks New Quests and Opportunities

[Level Up]

Congratulations! You have reached Level 12.

With a flick of his wrist, he summoned his inventory, the ethereal interface shimmering before him. He tapped a few commands, and the Striker vanished in a burst of pixelated light, safely stored away until he needed it once more.

Noct straightened up, his boots thumping against the dock as he took in the sights and sounds of Loguetown. The air was alive with the clamor of vendors hawking their wares, the laughter of pirates and tourists alike, and the distant cries of seagulls circling overhead.

His first stop was the execution platform, the towering structure where Gol D. Roger had drawn his last breath. Noct felt a shiver run down his spine as he approached the platform, his eyes wide with a mix of awe and reverence. He could almost feel the presence of the Pirate King, the fearsome aura that had once radiated from this very spot, now nothing more than a whisper on the wind.

Noct placed a hand on the rough wood, his fingers tracing the grain as he closed his eyes, imagining the final moments of the Pirate King. The roar of the crowd, the flash of the executioner's blade, the defiant grin on Roger's face as he welcomed death with open arms—it was a scene that had been burned into the annals of history, a moment that had changed the world forever.

"So this is where it all ended," he mused quietly, his voice nearly swallowed by the lively din of the crowd. "And yet...where it all began. The dawn of the Age of Pirates, born from the dying words of a man who refused to be broken."

Noct closed his eyes, vividly imagining the earth-shattering scene that had unfolded on this very spot all those years ago. He pictured the Pirate King standing tall and defiant, grinning boldly even while facing his own mortality. The breathless crowd hanging on Roger's every word, waiting for the declaration that would change the world forevermore...

"My treasure? If you want it, you can have it. I left everything I gathered together in one place. Now you just have to find it."

Noct's eyes snapped open as a powerful thrill of excitement coursed through his entire being. Those famous words, uttered with Gol D. Roger's final breath, had set the whole world ablaze. They had ignited the dreams and ambitions of an entire generation of pirates and adventurers.

And now, here Noct stood, in the exact place where a new era had dawned. He could feel his own dreams kindling to life deep within his heart.

With a grin, Noct turned away from the platform, his eyes scanning the bustling streets of Loguetown. There was so much to see, so much to explore, and he was determined to make the most of every moment.

His first stop was a small clothing stall, its racks filled with a dizzying array of pirate fashions and accessories. Noct browsed through the selection, his fingers running over the soft fabrics and sturdy leathers, until his eyes fell upon a black hoodie with a flaming skull emblazoned on the front.

"How much for this one?" he asked the vendor, a grizzled old man with a patch over one eye.

The vendor eyed him up and down, a calculating glint in his eye, his gaze flicking to the black hoodie with a flaming skull logo on the front in Noct's hand. "Five thousand beli," he said, his voice rough and gravelly.

Noct raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Five thousand? For a hoodie? You must be joking, old man."

The vendor scowled, his face twisting into a mask of annoyance. "This ain't no ordinary hoodie, boy. That's genuine Sea King fur, imported straight from the Grand Line. It'll last you a lifetime, and then some."

Noct chuckled, shaking his head. "Sea King fur, huh? Funny, I didn't think Sea Kings had much use for hoodies."

The vendor's scowl deepened, his hand twitching towards the cutlass at his belt. "You callin' me a liar, boy?"

Noct held up his hands, his grin never wavering. "Easy there, old timer. I'm just trying to negotiate a fair price. How about we make it three thousand, and we'll both walk away happy?"

The vendor's eye narrowed, his gaze flicking to the flaming skull on the hoodie in Noct's hand. "You drive a hard bargain, boy. But I suppose I could let it go for three thousand, just this once."

Noct grinned, fishing a handful of coins from his pocket and tossing them to the vendor. "Pleasure doing business with you, old man."

He slung the hoodie over his shoulder and moved on to the next stall, his eyes already scanning the wares on display. He haggled his way through the market, picking up a pair of green camo shorts from a surly ex-Marine, a set of sturdy black boots from a cobbler with a penchant for gossip, and a gleaming skull belt from a leatherworker with a wicked scar across his face.

By the time he was finished, Noct was decked out in a full pirate ensemble, the perfect blend of style and functionality. He grinned as he caught sight of his reflection in a shop window, the flaming skull on his hoodie seeming to dance and flicker in the sunlight.

With his new outfit in place, Noct set out to explore the culinary delights of Loguetown, his stomach growling in anticipation. He wandered through the winding streets, following his nose to the most tantalizing aromas and the most mouth-watering displays.

He sampled everything he could get his hands on, from sizzling skewers of grilled meat to sweet, sticky pastries that melted on his tongue. He washed it all down with tall mugs of frothy ale and chilled glasses of exotic juices, reveling in the flavors and the sensations that danced across his palate.

As the day wore on, Noct found himself growing lighter in the coin purse, his funds rapidly dwindling as he indulged in every whim and fancy. But even as his pockets grew emptier, his heart grew fuller, filled with the joy and the freedom of a life lived on his own terms.

It was then that he stumbled upon a small pawn shop, its windows grimy and its sign faded with age. Noct pushed open the door, the hinges creaking in protest as he stepped inside. The shop was a jumble of oddities and curiosities, with shelves piled high with everything from ancient maps to rusted Katanas.

As he browsed the wares, Noct's mind drifted to Roronoa Zoro. He remembered how in the manga Zoro had acquired two of his famed swords, Sandai Kitetsu and Yubashiri, from a shop right here in Loguetown. For a moment, Noct considered seeking out those very blades.

But then another thought struck him, a tantalizing possibility that sent a thrill down his spine. Among the many legendary swords in the world, there were rumored to be twelve supreme grade swords, blades of unparalleled quality and power. Most of them had been lost to history, their whereabouts unknown.

"Wouldn't it be something," Noct murmured to himself, his fingers tracing the hilt of a weathered katana, "to find one of those legendary blades? To claim a sword that even Zoro himself has never wielded?"

It was a long shot, he knew. The chances of stumbling upon a supreme grade sword in a little pawn shop in Loguetown were slim to none. But still, the idea lingered in his mind, a tantalizing "what if" that refused to let go.

In the end, though, it was a more practical consideration that won out. Noct was still new to the way of the sword, and he knew that he needed a reliable blade to learn with, not a legendary weapon that might be beyond his skills to handle.

His eyes fell upon a simple katana that lay forgotten in a corner, its blade dull and its hilt wrapped in frayed cloth. It was nothing special, just an ordinary weapon that had seen better days.

He remembered his battle with Sanji back at the Baratie, the way he had relied solely on his own strength and agility to match the chef's kicks. He had held his own then, but he knew that he would need more than just his own raw power if he hoped to survive in the Grand Line.

While his Devil Fruit abilities granted him immense power, they were not an inexhaustible resource. He needed a physical weapon—something tangible and reliable to fall back on should his fiery powers falter.

With a shrug, he brought the katana to the counter, where a wizened old man with a long white beard sat hunched over a magnifying glass.

"How much for the sword, old timer?" Noct asked, his voice casual and unconcerned.

The old man looked up, his eyes narrowing as he took in Noct's appearance. "You a pirate, boy?" he asked, his voice thin and reedy.

Noct grinned, tapping the flaming skull on his hoodie. "What gave it away?"

The old man snorted, shaking his head. "Ain't too many folk who come in here dressed like that, 'cept for pirates and fools. And I reckon you ain't no fool."

Noct chuckled, leaning against the counter. "You got me there, old timer. So, about that sword..."

The old man picked up the katana, turning it over in his hands. "This here's just a basic blade, nothing fancy. I'd say it's worth about five hundred beli, give or take."

Noct raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a smirk. "Five hundred? For a rusty old thing like that? You must be joking, old man."

The old man scowled, his beard bristling. "You watch your tongue, boy. I've been dealing in blades since before you were a twinkle in your daddy's eye. I know my steel, and I know my prices."

Noct held up his hands, his grin never wavering. "Easy there, old timer. I didn't mean any offense. How about we make it three hundred, and we'll both leave here happy?"

The old man stared at him for a long moment, his gaze searching and intense. Finally, he nodded, his shoulders slumping in resignation. "Fine. Three hundred it is. But you best take good care of that blade, you hear? It may not look like much, but it's still a weapon, and weapons deserve respect."

Noct nodded, his expression turning serious. "I understand, old timer. I'll treat it with the respect it deserves."

He fished out the last of his coins and slid them across the counter, then took the katana, sliding it into his belt with a satisfied nod. It wasn't much, but it was a start. A tool to help him on his journey, to complement his own strength and give him an edge in the battles to come.

As he turned to leave, Noct paused, his eyes falling on a small, handheld device that lay nestled among the shop's wares. It was a strange thing, all brass and glass, with a needle that spun lazily at its center.

Noct's eyes widened, recognition dawning on his face. "Is that a Log Pose?" he blurted out, his voice tinged with excitement.

The old man glanced up, a hint of surprise in his eyes. "Aye, that it is. Essential kit for anyone looking to sail the Grand Line. It locks onto the magnetic fields of the islands, guides you from one to the next."

Noct's brow furrowed, his curiosity piqued. He focused his inspect skill on the Log Pose, hoping to glean some insight into its workings and potential.

[Item Inspection]

Log Pose

Type: Navigation Tool

Quality: Common

Description: A special compass that locks onto the magnetic fields of islands in the Grand Line, guiding sailors from one to the next. Essential for navigating the treacherous waters of the world's most dangerous sea.

Noct grinned, his eyes sparkling with excitement. This was just the kind of thing he needed, a tool to help him navigate the strange and wondrous world he found himself in.

"How much?" he asked, his voice eager and insistent.

The old man shrugged, his expression thoughtful. "Normally, I'd say a thousand beli, and not a beri less. But seeing as you're already taking that sword off my hands, I suppose I could let it go for eight hundred. Consider it a package deal."

Noct nodded, already reaching for his coin purse. "Sold. And throw in that leather wristband while you're at it. I want to keep this little beauty close at hand."

The old man chuckled, shaking his head as he fetched the wristband and attached the Log Pose to it with deft, practiced motions. "You pirates and your toys. Fine, but don't come cryin' to me if you get lost out there on the Grand Line."

Noct just grinned, his fingers closing around the Log Pose with a sense of satisfaction. "Don't worry, old timer. I have a feeling this little gadget and I are going to get along just fine."

As the sun began to set over Loguetown, Noct found himself perched atop a tall building, his legs dangling over the edge as he watched the streets below. The katana lay across his lap, its scabbard gleaming in the fading light, while the Log Pose rested on his wrist, its needle spinning lazily in the direction of his next adventure.

He focused his inspect skill on the sword once more, curious to see what secrets it might reveal.

[Item Inspection]

Basic Katana

Type: Sword

Quality: Common

Description: A standard katana, mass-produced for the general market. No notable features or enhancements. Suitable for beginners or those on a budget.

Noct sighed, his shoulders slumping in disappointment. It was just as the old man had said, a basic blade with no hidden powers or secret techniques. But still, it was better than nothing, and he knew that he would have to make do with what he had.

He turned his attention to the Log Pose, his fingers tracing the cool glass of its surface. It was a marvel of technology, able to guide him through the treacherous waters of the Grand Line, to lead him to the islands and the adventures that awaited him there.

Noct knew that the Log Pose would only be usable in the Grand Line itself, but getting it ahead of time meant that he was one step closer to being ready for that ultimate challenge. With his own strength, his trusty katana, and now his guiding Log Pose, he felt like he was almost ready to set sail for the most dangerous sea in the world.

But there was one more thing he needed to do before he could leave the East Blue behind. He needed to learn how to use the sword that now rested at his hip, to master the art of the blade and become a true swordsman.

And he knew just the place to start.

Noct's mind drifted back to the stories he had read, the tales of the legendary swordsman Roronoa Zoro and his training at the Shimotsuki Village dojo. It was said to be one of the finest sword schools in all of the East Blue, a place where even the most novice of students could become master swordsmen under the guidance of its skilled instructors.

Noct grinned, his mind made up. He would go to Shimotsuki Village, to the dojo where Zoro had trained, and he would learn the way of the sword. It was the last thing he needed to do before he could set sail for the Grand Line, the final piece of the puzzle that would make him ready for the challenges that lay ahead.

With a nod of determination, Noct stood, his eyes scanning the streets below for someone who might know the way to Shimotsuki Village. He spotted a likely candidate, a weathered old sailor with a face like a wrinkled apple, and leaped down from the rooftop, landing lightly on his feet in front of the startled man.

"Hey, old timer," Noct said, his voice friendly and casual. "You wouldn't happen to know the way to Shimotsuki Village, would you? I'm looking to visit the dojo there, learn a thing or two about swordsmanship."

The old sailor blinked, taken aback by Noct's sudden appearance. But after a moment, he nodded, a knowing glint in his eye. "Aye, I know the way. It's a fair distance from here, mind you. You'll need to take a ship to the island where the village is located. But once you're there, just follow the main road. You can't miss it."

The old sailor reached into his pack and pulled out a weathered map, unfolding it with a flourish. "Here, take this. It's a map of the East Blue, with all the major islands and villages marked. Should help you find your way."

Noct grinned, taking the map and studying it with eager eyes. "Thanks, old timer. How much do I owe you for this?"

The old sailor waved a hand dismissively. "Consider it a gift, from one adventurer to another. Just promise me you'll put it to good use."

Noct nodded, folding the map carefully and tucking it into his pocket. "I will, old timer. And thanks again. I appreciate the help."

With that, he turned and strode off down the street, his steps purposeful and determined. He had a destination now, a goal to work towards. And he was going to reach it, no matter what it took.

As dusk painted the sky in vibrant streaks of orange and red, a small, weathered sign caught Noct's eye. The chipped paint spelled out two simple words: "Gold Roger."

Just the sight of that legendary name sent an electric tingle racing across Noct's skin. As if in a dream, he found himself drifting closer to the sign, feet carrying him down a short flight of aged stairs.

Noct pushed open the door to the dimly lit interior, blinking as his eyes adjusted from the bright sunset. The air was thick with tobacco smoke and the susurrus of a dozen low conversations. He'd stumbled upon some sort of pub or bar.

Weaving his way through the evening crowd, Noct slid onto an open stool at the long, scarred bar. He signaled the busy bartender and placed an order for ale, still not quite believing he was sitting in a place bearing the Pirate King's name.

When his frothing mug arrived, Noct wrapped his hands around it and fell into silent contemplation. Here he was, in the very town where Roger himself had begun his own legendary journey. Noct could almost feel the weight of destiny pressing down on his shoulders. The intermingled scents of the sea, liquor, and acrid smoke called forth half-remembered scenes from another life—faded panels depicting Roger's epic rise from these same humble streets.

"Well, Roger...I made it," Noct murmured, raising his mug in the air. "This is where you launched a new era. And now...now it's my turn to shake the world."

He quaffed a deep pull of the rich ale, savoring its complex flavors. In this town of beginnings and endings, Noct felt the first threads of his own story taking shape. He would sail in Roger's wake...and carve out a piece of immortality for himself.

Draining his mug, Noct placed it back on the bartop with a decisive thunk. He had a strong feeling that the real tests still awaited him. But for now...he'd bask in the satisfaction of a day well-spent. He breathed in the history saturating the very air—and exhaled pure potential.

Little did Noct realize that his bold exploits at the Baratie had not gone unnoticed. Not far away in the marine base in loguetown, Captain Smoker sat scowling at his desk, a glowing Dendenmushi receiver clutched tight in one tense fist.

"Run that by me again," he bit out through gritted teeth. "This wet-behind-the-ears rookie had the balls to steal a Marine ship? And then went joyriding over to Baratie to run some kind of protection racket?"

The unfortunate officer on the other end audibly gulped, voice quavering. "Y-yes, Captain Smoker, sir! That's about the size of it. This Noctis D. Stryfe character possesses some kind of fire-based Devil Fruit and he's not afraid to use it!"

"Goddamn cocksure pirates," Smoker snarled, smoke coiling from his lips to curl around the Dendenmushi. "They just keep crawling out of the woodwork, each more arrogant than the last."

Rubbing at the bridge of his nose, Smoker took a deep breath. Then he raised his head, pinning his trembling subordinate with a piercing glare.

"Lieutenant Tashigi!" He barked, voice cutting through the tense quiet.

The young, bespectacled woman snapped to attention instantly, hand falling automatically to the katana at her hip. "Sir, yes sir!"

Smoker pinned her with an intent look, jaw firming. "I want every scrap of available intel on this Noctis D. Stryfe compiled and forwarded to Marine HQ post haste! This flaming bastard needs a bounty on his head yesterday. I won't stand for any more of his bullshit on my watch!"

"Right away, Captain!" Lieutenant Tashigi crisply saluted. "I'll see to it personally, sir!" She spun on her heel and marched smartly from the room, already barking orders.

Alone once more, Smoker leaned back in his chair, glaring pensively at the far wall. Noctis D. Stryfe. Yet another over-powered young hotshot looking to make a name for himself on the high seas.

Smoker had faced more than his fair share of rookie pirates over the years. He knew their type all too well. Arrogant, reckless, soft. Most of them crumbled like wet paper at the first real resistance.

But something about this Noctis character bothered him. There was a boldness, a surety in his movements that hinted at a core of steel. A sense of absolute confidence that most upstarts simply lacked.

Smoker harrumphed quietly to himself, reaching for another cigar. Confidence was one thing. Defiance of the Marines' authority was quite another. This fiery young fool would learn the hard way not to flaunt the law so blatantly. It was only a matter of time until this pirate slipped up...and Smoker would be there, ready and waiting to drag him off in chains.

Flicking open his lighter with a resounding snap, Smoker touched flame to cigar and inhaled deeply. Damn rookie pirates. They never learned. But that was all right. He'd be more than happy to teach Noctis D. Stryfe a harsh lesson about messing with the Marines.

Let the hunt begin.


Capítulo 8: Chapter 7: Trouble in Loguetown

The first rays of sunlight pierced through the grimy windows of the "Gold Roger" bar, rousing Noct from his rum-induced slumber. He groaned, his head pounding in protest as he sat up, the rickety chair beneath him creaking under his weight. The remnants of the previous night's revelry lay scattered around him, empty bottles and overturned glasses a testament to his overindulgence.

"Rough night, eh, Noct?" a gruff voice called out from behind the bar. Noct looked up, his bleary eyes focusing on the weathered face of Raoul, the bar's owner. The old man was wiping down glasses, his expression a mix of amusement and concern.

Noct grunted in response, rubbing his temples in a futile attempt to ease the throbbing in his skull. "You could say that," he muttered, his voice rough from sleep and too much rum.

The previous night had been a blur of laughter and camaraderie, as Noct and Raoul bonded over drinks and shared stories. Raoul had regaled Noct with tales of his own adventures on the high seas, while Noct had spun wild yarns about his dreams of becoming the Pirate King. The two had formed a fast friendship, united by their love of the open ocean and the thrill of the unknown.

But now, as the harsh light of day filtered into the bar, Raoul's expression turned grim. He set down the glass he was cleaning, leaning forward on the bar. "Well, you might want to pull yourself together quick, boy. Word on the street is that Smoker's on the warpath. He's got his Marines out in force, rounding up every pirate they can find."

Noct's eyes snapped open, the fog of his hangover dissipating in an instant. "Smoker? The White Hunter?" he asked, his voice low and urgent.

Memories of Smoker from the manga flooded Noct's mind - the relentless Marine captain with the power of smoke, a formidable foe who had pursued Luffy and his crew with unwavering determination. Noct realized with a sinking feeling that in his current state, he was no match for the White Hunter. He was still too weak, his powers too untrained, to face a man of Smoker's caliber.

Raoul nodded, his expression grim. "The very same. They say he's planning to shut down the harbor, cut off any escape routes for you pirate types. If I were you, I'd be looking to make myself scarce, and fast."

Noct pushed himself to his feet, ignoring the way the room spun around him. He had to get to the harbor before the Marines closed in. With a nod of thanks to Raoul, he gathered his belongings and stepped out into the bustling streets of Loguetown.

The town was alive with activity, but there was a palpable tension in the air. Marines patrolled the streets in greater numbers than usual, their eyes sharp and their hands resting on the hilts of their swords. Noct kept his head down, weaving through the crowds with a sense of urgency, his destination clear in his mind.

As he walked down the main street, a shout rang out behind him. "You there! Halt!"

Noct spun around, his hand instinctively reaching for the katana at his hip. Two squads of Marines stood before him, their weapons drawn and their faces set in grim determination.

"You are under arrest for suspicious behavior and potential piracy," the leader of the squad declared, his voice ringing with authority. "Come quietly, or we will use force."

Noct's lips curled into a smirk, his eyes glinting with a dangerous light. "I'm afraid I have a prior engagement, gentlemen. I don't have time to play with you today."

The Marines charged forward, their swords flashing in the sunlight. But as they struck at Noct, their blades passed harmlessly through his body, as if he were made of nothing more than fire. 

Noct grinned, his form flickering and dancing like a living flame. Tendrils of fire licked at his skin, wreathing him in a shimmering aura of heat and light. The Marines stumbled back, their eyes wide with shock and fear as they realized the true nature of the pirate they faced.

"Devil Fruit user!" one of the Marines cried out, his voice trembling with terror. "He's a logia type!"

Noct's grin only widened at the revelation. He had eaten the Mera Mera no Mi, granting him the power to become and control fire itself. Bullets and blades were useless against him, passing through his body like a hot knife through butter.

With a wild cry, Noct drew his katana, the blade flashing in the sunlight. He moved with a savage grace, his swordsmanship untrained but fueled by pure survival instinct. The Marines fell back before his onslaught, their ranks breaking as they tried to put distance between themselves and the fiery pirate.

Noct pressed his advantage, his blade slicing through the air in a blur of steel. Pillars of fire erupted from the ground at his command, engulfing the Marines in a searing inferno. He relied on his logia powers to protect him, his body shifting and flowing like molten lava as he dodged and weaved around the Marines' attacks.

But even with his devil fruit abilities, Noct found himself being pushed to his limits. The Marines were relentless, their numbers and determination wearing him down bit by bit. He could feel his stamina draining, his body beginning to tire under the constant onslaught.

With a final, desperate surge of energy, Noct focused his power into his fist, his hand beginning to glow with an intense, fiery light. Flames danced across his knuckles, coalescing into a roaring inferno. He launched himself at the Marines, his fist connecting with the chest of the squad leader in a massive, explosive blast of flames.

"Hiken!" Noct roared, his voice echoing through the streets as the Marine was sent flying backwards, his body crashing through a nearby wall in a shower of rubble and dust.

[System Prompt]

Noctis D. Stryfe has unlocked a new ability: Hiken!

Hiken (Fire Fist): A powerful close-range attack that concentrates the user's devil fruit powers into a single, devastating punch. Consumes 50 stamina per use.

Noct stood amidst the chaos, his chest heaving with exertion, a sense of triumph washing over him. He had unlocked a new ability, the 'Hiken' technique, and he could feel its power thrumming through his body.

[System Prompt]

Noctis D. Stryfe has defeated Marine Squad 1!

Experience Gained: 100 XP

[System Prompt]

Noctis D. Stryfe has defeated Marine Squad 2!

Experience Gained: 200 XP

But his victory was short-lived. In the distance, he could hear the sounds of reinforcements approaching, the heavy tread of Marine boots against the cobblestone streets. He had to move, to make his way to the harbor before it was too late.

As he turned to run, a figure stepped out from the shadows, blocking his path. It was Tashigi, the Marine officer, her face set in a determined scowl.

"Going somewhere, pirate?" she asked, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword.

Noct grinned, his eyes flashing with a dangerous light. "Tashigi, fancy meeting you here. I'd love to stay and chat, but I'm afraid I have a ship to catch."

Tashigi's eyes narrowed, her stance shifting into a ready position. "I'm afraid I can't let you do that. You're coming with me, one way or another."

With a burst of speed, Tashigi launched herself at Noct, her sword flashing in a blur of steel. Noct met her attack head-on, his own blade clashing against hers in a shower of sparks.

The two fighters danced around each other, their movements a blur of speed and precision. Tashigi was a skilled swordswoman, her technique flawless and her determination unshakable. Noct found himself being pushed back, his sword skills no match for Tashigi's mastery.

He tried to tap into his devil fruit powers, to summon the flames that had served him so well against the Marine squads. But Tashigi was too fast, her blade darting in and out, keeping him off balance and unable to focus his energy.

[System Warning]

User Stamina Depleting Rapidly!

Current Stamina: 30%

Noct gritted his teeth as the system warning flashed before his eyes. He knew he couldn't keep this up for much longer, not without finding a way to turn the tide of the battle.

With a final, desperate surge of energy, Noct leaped backwards, putting some distance between himself and Tashigi. He focused his power, his body beginning to glow with an intense, fiery light.

Flames erupted from Noct's body, swirling around him in a raging inferno. The heat was intense, scorching the ground beneath his feet and forcing Tashigi to shield her face from the blistering waves of fire.

Tashigi charged forward, her sword raised high, ready to deliver the finishing blow. But Noct was ready for her. As she closed in, he unleashed the full might of his newly acquired technique.

"Hiken!" Noct roared, his fist engulfed in a massive blast of flames. The fiery projectile streaked towards Tashigi, its heat so intense that the air shimmered and warped in its wake.

Tashigi's eyes widened in shock as the flaming fist engulfed her, the force of the impact sending her flying backwards. She crashed to the ground, her body smoking and her sword clattering to the cobblestones beside her.

[System Prompt]

Noctis D. Stryfe has defeated Marine Lieutenant Tashigi!

Experience Gained: 500 XP

[Level Up]

Noctis D. Stryfe has reached Level 13!

Health: 300/300

Stamina: 300/300

Tashigi lay on the ground, her body battered and bruised, her sword lying just out of reach. With a groan of pain, she pushed herself up to her knees, her hand fumbling for the den den mushi at her belt.

"Captain Smoker," she gasped, her voice strained with pain and exhaustion. "The pirate... the one matching Noctis D. Stryfe's description... he's defeated multiple Marine squads and is heading towards the harbor. You have to stop him..."

Noct didn't wait to hear Smoker's response. With a final, mocking salute to Tashigi, he turned and ran, his feet pounding against the ground as he raced towards the harbor.

As he ran, Noct's mind raced with the implications of his latest victory. "Status," he muttered, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart.

The system prompt appeared before his eyes, displaying his updated stats and abilities. Noct's eyes widened as he saw his health and stamina restored to their maximum values.

A grin spread across his face as he realized what this meant. With his stamina fully replenished, he had a real chance of escaping Loguetown and the pursuing Marines. He could make it to the harbor, find a ship, and set sail for Shimotsuki Village before Smoker and his men caught up to him.

Behind him, he could hear the sounds of pursuit, the shouts of Marines and the clanging of weapons. But Noct didn't look back. He couldn't afford to, not with so much at stake. He had to keep moving, to stay one step ahead of the Marines and their relentless pursuit.

As he neared the harbor, the sounds of the pursuing Marines grew louder, their shouts and footsteps drawing ever closer. Noct's heart pounded in his chest, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he pushed himself to his limits.

As he burst onto the docks, a figure emerged from the shadows, tall and imposing, a plume of smoke trailing from the cigars clenched between his teeth. It was Smoker, the White Hunter, his eyes hard and his expression grim.

"End of the line, Pirate," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "You've got nowhere to run."


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